#greedy old perverts

[sleepyleftistdemon]

#border security #greedy old perverts #impeachment #alejandro mayorkas #republican assholes #traitor trump #magats #45

[ozarkthedog]

𝐊𝐍𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏

summary: joel fingers you for the first time in his truck.

warnings: 18+ mdni. joel miller x afab!reader. no physical descriptors of reader. fingering (pussy and ass). heavy ass play. Joel being a fucking menace. no beta. w.c: 823

author's note: had this thot for the last few days and had to write it out before i went insane but now i'm taking you all with meeee

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋅ 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ⋅ 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

Joel's two knuckles deep in your cunt while an old country tune quietly floats from the radio into his dimly lit truck that's parked on the side of a dusty road. He languidly fucks his thick digits between your sopping folds, each thrust making your breath hitch more than the last. 

He's taking it slow, figuring out what spots make your cunt spasm and quiver for the very first time. It's a mess of limbs in the front seat; your skirt is rucked up your hips, legs bent at the knee, and he's holding you against his side, cradling your head in the crook of his arm.

"Righ' 'ere?" he grits, swallowing hard as you clamp around his fingers. 

You grab at his worn button-up, tightly fisting the material with a needy whine as a wave of pleasure burns deep, and he doubles his efforts with a twist of his wrist. "That's it. Come on, pretty girl, there you go."

Joel curls his fingers, seeking the fleshy spot behind your clit that makes you see stars and forces you to the edge listening with perverted delight to your frantic cries.

He leaves his fingers in your obscenely wet pussy just a bit longer, enjoying the feeling of your cunt convulsing from the aftershocks. He teases his soaked fingers along your slit when he withdraws them, toying with your folds and puffy, hairy outer lips before moving south.

A gasp catches in your throat as he cautiously circles your rosebud.

"Ever been touched 'ere?" Bright moonlight casts off his dark coffee-colored eyes as he searches your face for discomfort.

All you can muster is a broken "No," and he hums a deep rumble. It sounds like the beginning of a summer storm, and the ominous tone sets a blazing fire in your belly.

"s'ok if I keep goin'?" he asks, timidly looking down at you through his lashes. He shifts his hips, grinding his cock against your outer thigh. You mewl upon feeling his hard, throbbing length through his jeans.

You dumbly nod, and a sly grin tugs at the corner of his lips. 

Your mouth drops open, panting, as he slowly presses one thick digit into your ass. He curses at your tightness but keeps moving until his knuckles graze the soft globes of your cheeks. "S'fuckin' tight lil' ass you got there, sweetheart." He croons, nudging his nose along your jaw and tipping your head back before branding you with a searing kiss.

You moan wantonly as he licks into your mouth and starts slowly fucking you. "Tell me how it feels." He husks, breaking the kiss.

His lips latch onto your neck, sucking and nipping his way down to your clavicle as your mind searches for anything remotely resembling words.

A mess of mumbled moans and broken curses stumble from your lips into the small truck cabin. Your hips move on their own, wanting his finger deeper and faster, but he never breaks his steady stride. He chuckles against your skin. "This sweet rose wants more, huh? First time bein' touched, and she's already gettin' greedy."

He leans back, pinning his eyes on where he's stretching you open, and groans at the filthy sight of his syrupy, thick fingers stretching your small, shiny hole. He meets your wild doe eyes with a wolfish grin before pursing his lips and spitting.

The shock of his warm spittle landing on the rim of your sensitive hole makes your insides violently churn, and a yearning, brazen moan spills from your lips.

"Gotta make sure it's nice n' wet," he says while lining up a second finger, still piercing your gaze. "Don't wanna hurt 'er."  

He watches your face twist from the pressure as he slowly glides two sizeable fingers into your snug hole. "S'ok, you can take it," he calmly encourages, kissing the pinched skin between your brows. 

He raises his thumb up and over your pusling, weepy core, and plants the heavy pad on your clit. He suffocates the tiny button, earning himself a full-on quiver and high-pitched wail from your defenseless, blissed-out body. 

"Thatta girl. Feels good, don't it?" he grunts, thrusting his fingers deeper.

A solid buzz blossoms in your veins under his wicked touch. The dual action he's doling out with his insanely massive hand makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. So overcome with the depraved rapture, you can't help but give in to the delirium.  

"Can feel you loosenin' up. S'good girl," he coos, smiling down at you even though your eyes are crossed dumb from the sheer euphoria racing through your veins. 

"Pretty soon, she'll be stretched around my cock." he informs, hissing when he feels you tighten at his words. Your mouth falls open with a silent wail, and your spine bends like a bow ready to strike as he purrs sinfully in your ear. "Tha's righ'. Gonna make this sweet rose take every fuckin' inch."  

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#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #pedro pascal

[starillusion13]

(TEASER)

“Obsession is a dirty aspect to look at, but the night is dirtier, my love. Either we kill you or we kill the night. What you say?”

Pairing: Criminal! Ateez ot8 x f! Reader

W.C: 2.3k (Main plot: ???)

Genre: Smut, Strangers to Lovers(?), Thriller , Yandere

Warnings: sweet threats(lol), meeting strangers, agreeing/ doing something without your consent, inappropriate touch (a little), mention of gun(not for shooting), pervert looks of Ateez. There’s not really any warning for here other than these all. (Rest all the warnings to be announced in the main plot.)

Network: @k-vanity

"Who?"

"I don't know." The young girl groaned and held her forehead, elbow resting against the wooden table where different liquor bottles and designed glasses were placed. "Honestly, I haven't seen them before and I don't think they belong here or from anywhere near, where are they actually from?"

You asked again, sitting in the stool opposite to her, "and if so, then why are you so concerned about them? They might be attending our night party like other men from around."

"Noooo." She whined and sat straight, giving her full attention to you. She eyed your white and brown combination dress with the knife placed in the leathered strap holder of your waist. "They asked Mr. Byun for an arrangement." looking into your eyes directly, the words fell from her lips.

You knitted your brows together and leaned forward, "and what for?"

"They want to have a party here." She scoffed and raised a brow before mimicking your posture, leaning forward and whispered, "and there would be only them. No one else is allowed."

"Why are you whispering this?" You asked her but in a whisper. "Also, how can it be a party if they are the only ones attending it?"

"Right? No. That's not the case. They want someone to accompany them through the night. A well known and trusted person of Mr. Byun and he even agreed to it."

A frown appeared on your face, "who is accompanying them?"

"You."

"No way." You stood up and glared at her, "don't tell me you supported him in this."

She slowly nodded. She remembered all the words exchanged between the men and the owner of the grand tavern of the kingdom, Mr. Byun. She was there from the beginning till the end of the goodbyes shared. Not really a proper goodbye. She remembered how a man with sharp eyes placed a box on the table and slid across from him towards the old man, before smirking at him.

When she wanted to protest against it, another man, might be the oldest one among them because of the way others were addressing him, he glared and stared at her as if challenging her to dare to speak.

She gulped remembering the scene. The box had some gold coins and jewels and the old man happily accepted the gift.

She flinched when you tapped her shoulder, "where is he? I need to talk to him."

She shrugged and stood up, "I don't know. Might be planning for tomorrow night. Soon, he will call out for you."

"I'm going out to search for him. I'm not accompanying some men whom I have never seen. If it was to serve drinks like any other night in the presence of others then I would have no problem. But alone, that's a different story."

You turned around towards the door and when you were about to step forward, she grabbed your arm and made you face her, "they offered him a huge amount of money in advance and also they promised to pay him more."

"So?" you eyed her grip on you, it was like a warning but also a pleading to accept the situation you were currently into.

"He won't be backing off. You know Mr. Byun and his greediness for money. Do you think he will change his mind?" she loosened the grip, when your hand fell by your side dramatically.

Why suddenly the situation is like this? Just a few minutes back, you were okay with everything then how the situation turned into against you and you are left with nothing just to accept your coming fate. It's not like you can't run away from this, but if you do then the consequences won't be good. Serving the guests with drinks and some occasional dance is what helps you to earn for your living and even if you run away from here, where will you go? Nowhere. You haven't been to any other place, other than the outskirts of this village.

You stared at her for a while and when she was about to speak something, you raised your hand, stopping her midway, "tell him I will be here tomorrow evening. Before...before the men could arrive at the tavern."

"...okay." her eyes followed your figure leaving the grand fancy wooden door of the inn. She sighed and slumped back into the stool beside, rubbing her forehead and mumbled, "I don't know if it's going to be good or bad." suddenly, she smirked, "but I hope she will get one of them for herself. She doesn't have to be single anymore and they are so breathtaking...oh my god."

>>>><<<<

"Mr. Byun?"

Hearing your voice, he turned around with a smiling face and with quick steps, he strolled across the room to hold your hand and drag you inside. The more you explored your surroundings, the more you realized the men inside the room were all unfamiliar. You haven't seen those four faces ever and the way you were staring at them, it seemed sure that you were......attracted?.......curious? But they are literally attractive and breathtaking. Whatever. You averted your gaze back on the old man holding your wrist.

You could feel the four sets of eyes boring a hole in your figure but you didn't pay attention to them. Or rather, you didn't have the courage to do that. You were feeling so shy and exposed in the room, even when you were all covered and beautifully dressed up because you were planning to go to the market wit Miara and before that, you decided to meet the owner if he did need anything.

"Meet them, y/n. They are our new guests." he hummed and nodded towards them. You were questionably looking at him. Guests? And why do you have to meet them?

Hearing your name for the first time, they tasted the word again and on their lips. rolling their tongue lovingly to see how sweet it will feel and sound like to call you with the name. the name really suits you and they have to tell you to make you aware of it.

You casted a subtle glance towards them, before one of them could hold your gaze with him, you turned around quickly but still you noticed one of them smirked at your activity and the one near you whispered, "sweet." and you are sure, it was meant to be heard because the way someone behind you chuckled and the man in front of you joined in their play. "Isn't she sweet? She is the best worker of our inn and tavern. I know she will take good care of you all."

"Huh?" you were so confused with the way he was talking about you to those men in the room, "take care of them? Who are they? And I don't-"

The old man laughed cutting you mid sentence, "of they are the-"

"Wait." The tallest one of them stood straight from where he was leaning against a shelf. He was all in a brown and black pants with a brown long coat with several layers of clothing inside it.

He chuckled seeing your little scared expression which you were trying your best to hide from them with your strong facade, he noticed how your eyes were nervously looking around the room to avoid his gaze. The way you pulled your lip between your teeth and bit down on it, a groan escaped his throat and the dirty smirk grew on his face.

He stood tall in front of you. He looked taller when he was so close to you, you tilted your neck back slightly just to look at his face. "Well, I think I want to introduce myself to her." he looked at the man who was still holding your hand and noticed his grip, poking his tongue to the inner cheek, he said with no emotion, "I would like to have some space. No need for you, old man...ah wait what's again..."

another male, who was manspreading on the leathered and cushioned sofa spoke up, "Mr. Byun." and chuckled after giving away the old man's name.

"Yes, Mr. Byun. you can leave now. We can introduce ourselves to her." hearing the order from the man in front of you, he wasted no time to leave your hand and leave the room. Wow. he promised to give you shelter and keep you safe from the outside world, just to leave you to die in this dangerous inside world.

"Hello, pretty." he bent a little forward, his eyes scanning your face, a little mole on your chin. He touched it with his thumb and smiled. "You are really pretty when close to me."

Your mind was screaming to push him and step back. And you did listen to your mind, but to only one thing: to step back. He quickly grabbed your hand and again chuckled, "why are you running away, princess? We mean no harm." his other hand poked under your chin to make you look up. Wait! That feels like metal. Yes it is. A Gun. "or we mean harm." he pushed your chin up a little more and whispered, "but in a good way. By the way, I am Yunho."

you were staring at the ceiling in absolute fear.

"Yah...don't scare her." Someone separated you from the tall man who was smirking while standing a few steps back. The other male patted your cheeks and smiled, "I'm pretty sure if we introduce ourselves like that. She won't accompany us tomorrow."

You whispered, "tomorrow?"

"Yes. haven't you been informed about the party?" he asked and tilted his head, his eyes traveling down your whole figure. The thoughts running inside his head were more impure than his already dirty, flirtatious gaze on you. But his bright smile. Oh, if only Miara was here then she would have started talking with him this instance.

He was in a black tight pant and a loose black shirt hanging in his body with a black thin cotton belt around his neck. You have seen this style on some younger men in this area, "It costs a lot to look at me this long, sweet one."

You gulped and clutched your dress by your side, "I know about the party but..." so these are the men? That is why Miara was excited to see them again. "Well, this sexy and attractive face has a name, that's Wooyoung." he winked in the end.

The one manspreading on the sofa smirked and poured a drink into a single glass, only one-forth of it and took it in hold. He was in a pretty similar outfit like Yunho but his coat was light in color and shorter in length. The other glass in his other grip was half filled.

When he walked towards you, Wooyoung stepped aside for other one to come exactly in front of you. Well, the two who have already introduced themselves to you stood close enough to you to observe your small reactions to every little detailed movement of theirs. They were enjoying the control they had over you. They were satisfied to see how they were making you feel small in front of them.

The glass with little quantity of liquid was extended towards you, "Here a drink for you, my love. And, the name is Seonghwa." you grabbed it and eyed the liquid with confusion. "Not the drink. That's my name." you nodded absent-mindedly and he smiled sweetly at you, before brushing his fingers over your cheek, "i think I will enjoy the night a lot."

"Hm. me too." Wooyoung nodded and folded his hand.

Seonghwa made a clunk sound with your glasses and sipped the drink of his own. The last male, who whispered 'sweet' when Mr. Byun was there, stepped towards four of you, "drink it." there was an authority in his tone. His furry jacket with the fancy hat and leather pants, he seemed like to be extra fancy than others. As if his looks and how people would look up to him matters a lot.

"I...I don't drink." you mumbled.

"That's a good girl." the way the words sounded so attractive from his mouth and you felt like you were going to comply with every order dripping from his mouth but you scolded yourself. You are no one's property and without any reason, it's so wrong for someone to order you around except mr. Byun. "But a single sip won't matter."

You eyed the drink and glanced at him.

This time, Yunho spoke up and it had a demanding undertone, "drink it, princess. We usually don't repeat a word but for you...fine. We can be a bit dirty." He laughed afterwards.

After a mental battle of fighting yourself, you finally brought the glass to your lips. Their intense gazes on you and the way the fourth male stood beside you and placed his hand on your lower back to urge you to take the sip and Wooyoung patting your cheek slightly, you closed your eyes and gulped a sip, coughing a little when it directly went down your throat and you removed the glass from your lips. "This tastes so weird."

they laughed hearing your complain.

"I know. I know. Take it slow. But gradually, you will feel fine." when you kept staring at him without a word, he laughed, "I know what you want to ask. But that's for tomorrow. You have to impress me to know my name." he leaned towards your neck, inhaling your scent with his sharp nose like a pervert, "or it's too bad."

What exactly is bad?

Who are they? And why are they acting like this?

Seonghwa again clicked his glass with yours, "Arriba!"

COMING SOON...

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Note: please I want to thanks to people for reading and reblogging. Reviews are always appreciated. Spread love not hate. also, you can notice I haven't described the members in details because it will be mentioned during the main night event when others will also appear.

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[hellish-sunsets]

Curses and Blessings - Chapter 2

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 7 ~ Chapter 8 ~ Chapter 9

Summary:

In this part of the city, close to the outskirts, anyone and everyone could see the large building towering over the rest. It was in… not good condition, but better than the rest of the falling apart buildings, all bricks and old-fashioned architecture, with bright spotlights on the light up sign spelling out Hazbin Hotel. Obnoxious and pointless. 

Word Count: 1,554

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In the chaos of Pentagram City, where sinners ran amuck and you couldn’t go anywhere without running into some fucker doing the things that got them stuck here in the first place, no one gave a second glance when some random woman was thrown out of a rundown building into the alleyway. She slammed against the far brick wall with a grunt, but made sure not to fall to the ground. A large beast of a man followed with a glower, but kept himself firmly rooted in the doorway. 

“Get going, bitch! Unless you want to get yourself fucked up for real.”

She glared at him, taking a shaky step forward, one arm clutching at her bruised side.

“The fuck is your problem, man? I paid my rent!”

The man just shrugged, a cruel smirk twisting at his lips. “Yeah, but I found a pretty bitch willing to pay just as much, and she’ll fuck me too.” He said with a bark of laughter. “Looks like you’re out of luck. Now get out of here!.”

With that he slammed the door shut, shaking the doorframe, leaving her on the street. Again.

He didn’t even let her get her stuff, the jackass. Not that there was much. Everything important was in the bag slung over her shoulders. 

She leaned heavily against the brick wall, wincing in pain slightly as she opened the bag to double check everything was there. With a nod to herself, she pushed herself off the wall and trudged through the streets of hell, unconsciously tugging her left sleeve down to cover the mark on her wrist.

Alright, first thing first, get a place to stay for the night. That was easier said than done, of course. It was hell, filled with the worst of humanity. There wasn’t going to be any well wishers or good samaritans to help and plenty of greedy or perverted men. Probably both. She would have to be careful.

God, she was so tired of being careful.

Of course, the big issue was her lack of money. She already gave that jackass everything she had for rent. He most definitely wasn’t giving her that back. 

She sighed, glancing up. In this part of the city, close to the outskirts, anyone and everyone could see the large building towering over the rest. It was in… not good condition, but better than the rest of the falling apart buildings, all bricks and old-fashioned architecture, with bright spotlights on the light up sign spelling out Hazbin Hotel. Obnoxious and pointless. 

Everyone in hell knew about the Hazbin Hotel, the little pet project of one Charlie Morningstar, the daughter of Lucifer himself. If it was brought up in conversation, it was with stifled laughter and condescension. As if anyone in hell was capable of something like redemption. Did she agree with them? She wasn’t entirely sure herself. If people didn’t want to change, then obviously they wouldn’t stand a chance. Maybe if they got a few people who actually gave a shit it might work out, but that was a big maybe.

Not of that really mattered right now. What did matter was that anyone could get in for free, and it was a hell of a lot better than a night on the streets. She didn’t want to think too hard about what commitment she was making by even approaching the front steps, but it couldn’t be anything too bad, right? From what she’s seen on TV, this Charlie girl seemed nice enough. The worst she could expect was what, some lame exercises? She could handle that. And it wasn’t like she was a shit person herself. She’d only been in hell for, what, three months? It would take more than that to drag her depressed ass down to these people’s level. She could manage this. She could do this, she could do this! She was already debating joining anyways, just to get out of her last building. 

She was dragged out of her thoughts by the sound of the doorbell, loud and very noticeable even from this side of the large double doors. She almost didn’t even realize she rang it. She took a few steps back, tugging her sleeve down again, anxiety clawing at her throat suddenly. After a few moments, she could make out the sound of hurried footsteps and voices. They hushed suddenly before the door was yanked open and she was greeted by the bright, warmth-filled smile of Charlie Morningstar herself, recognizable from her time on TV. Next to her was another woman, with gray skin and long white hair, not nearly as bright and bubbly. 

“Hello! And welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! Come in, come in!” Charlie all but shouted, ushering her inside the well lit lobby. “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe you’re here. Wait, I mean, um, My name is Charlie! It’s nice to meet you!” 

Charlie happily extended her hand and she hesitantly shook it.

“Um, Y/N…” she mumbled. “I’m, uh, here for a room? And, uh, the whole… thing you do here, I guess…”

“Great! Of course! Come on, let’s pick a room out for you and I can introduce you to the others! Oh, we can do session tonight! And then-” Charlie happily babbled on about sessions and introductions as she turned to lead the way. She hesitantly gave the other woman a look. She gave a friendly enough smirk and motioned for her to follow. 

“It’s Vaggie, by the way.” She mumbled so as not to interrupt Charlie’s rambling. She nodded in acknowledgement, not voicing her first thought which was how unfortunate that name was, but that wasn’t her place. 

As it turned out, the rooms here were a decent size, about what you would expect from a typical hotel with an attached bathroom. It was certainly a hell of a lot nicer than her last place. And she really didn’t have to pay rent? It seemed too good to be true.

“It’s… nice. Thank you.” She offered with a smile, making Charlie beam. She looked like she was going to say something, but Vaggie stepped in, placing a hand on her shoulder. 

“Why don’t you settle in, then you can join us at dinner.”

“Oh, yeah! We’re going to have dinner as a group today! Cook together and eat together, bring everyone together, it’s going to be great.” Charlie explained with her usual enthusiasm as Vaggie guided her towards the door. “Though, I guess you don’t have to help with the cooking today. You can join in next time! I’ll send somebody when it’s ready, okay?”

“Yeah, sounds good, sweetheart. Thank you again.” She replied politely, earning another beaming smile before Vaggie managed to get Charlie out of the room, closing the door behind them. She heard the girl’s excited voice as she was guided down the hallway. 

Y/N waited for it to be quiet before finally letting out the breath she was holding.

She could do this. 

She dropped her bag on the bed, then collapsed onto it face first with a thump. It smelled like fresh linen and laundry detergent, not even the faintest hint of mold or mildew. That, and the sheer softness of it forced a sigh out of her chest, her body melting into the comfort the blankets offered. Yeah, this would be okay. She just… had to keep herself in check, make sure she didn’t ruin this for herself, and make herself useful.

Just don’t be a burden.

She tensed up as the thought passed through her mind, and with it came the disdain of her fathers eyes. Don’t fuck this up, don’t be a buren. 

She dragged herself towards the pillow with a huff, burying her face in it and holding her breath, focusing on her heartbeat. She couldn’t let herself think like that, not now when she had to meet so many people before long. It would be fine, she was fine, it’s okay.

She didn’t even realize she had fallen asleep until the knocking at the door startled her awake. She immediately rushed for the door, yanking it open to the sight of a startled snake-like man. 

“Uh, hello! My name is Sir Pentious and Charlie has assigned me the job of escorting you to dinner.” He said, voice hissing with every syllable. She nodded.

“Of course, just, um, let me get myself ready.” She mumbled, leaving the door open as she headed towards the bathroom to look herself over, trying to tame her hair some and mentally prepare herself for what was to come. 

“We made a beef stew!” Sir Pentious offered from his spot at the doorway. “And that mark on your arm is very pretty! Mine isn’t nearly as appealing…” 

She froze at that, looking down at her wrist. Her sleeve must have gotten pulled up while she slept, revealing the array of gold and orange and pink. She cursed at herself and pulled her sleeve down. 

“I, uh, th-thank you!” she shouted back, wincing.

She had… complicated feelings about her mark and the whole… soulmate thing in general. It was just… better if she avoided the whole thing. She took a deep breath to steady herself and went out to Sir Pentious with a smile, at least pretending she was ready to meet everybody.

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[konigsblog]

I just need my holes inspected by dbf Simon or dbf price twice a day, in the morning and in the evening 🫠🫠

// dbf

dbf!price and his old friend, simon, are such perverts for you :( they can't help how hard they get whenever they're visiting you, seeing you all alone wearing some skimpy pjama shorts that don't seem to fit properly as they continue to roll up your tight ass, giving them a perfect view whenever you bend over to get something :( your dad's never really home, being a workaholic and continuing to work despite having the opportunity to retire.

and they might as well keep you company, right? grr, they get so, so overprotective when you come back from a college party - which definitely had some gross frat boys... getting you all wet with their teasing and taking sips from the beers you offered them, feeling their hands wander before running against your covered slit. bending you over the kitchen table and slapping his shaft against your ass cheek while simon circles your swollen lips, pushing inside your warm mouth, john degrading you for looking so wet. “gotta' know where i'm putting my cock, love... better not be fuckin' anyone else, c'mon, we've got more experience anyway, know exactly how to get you all slick...”

your moans and protests are muffled from simon's huge dick forced down your wet throat, forcing your head down while john grabs your hips tightly, a firm grip forcing you to arch your back further into him. easing the tip inside before pushing himself hole into you, fucking your tight cunt so sweetly just to fuck with your dirty mind :(( i knowww they leave you raw and sensitive and greedy for more !!! making you record yourself fingering your tight pussy for them to jerk off to later.

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[f1nalboys]

confessional ; lester sinclair

Lester Sinclair x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 2280

WARNINGS: nsfw, no sex, priest kink, blasphemy, perverting the catholic faith etc, hands free orgasm, some nasty stuffs going down in the confessional, cumming in his pants, talk about sacreligious fantasies, corrupting lester teehee. not really proofread, based off of this thing i wrote

The confessional booth is dark and quiet. As Lester sits in the small wooden seat, his hands clasped loosely in his lap, resting on his robes, he ponders for just a moment if this is his true calling. He wonders if the other priests, all older, more experienced and devout, struggle with the thoughts he does. Lester has no time to think about it as he hears the confessional curtain slide open, the clinking of the eyelet rings against the pole having him sit up a bit straighter. 

His thumb runs over the rosary as he listens to the person settle into their side of the booth. Lester swallows heavily as he stares forwards into the wooden door, at the carved wooden statue of his Lord and Savior nailed to the cross, shifting in his seat. He knows the penitent cannot see him, that he is shrouded in darkness and separated by the old wood and lattice, but he knows God can see him and he must be careful. Careful with his thoughts, careful with his actions, careful with leading the flock to the path of righteousness. A hush falls over the booth.

“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.” Lester’s eyes widen slightly and he can feel his pulse in his throat. He knew that voice, knew who it belonged to, and though he shouldn’t, he couldn’t help but put a face to the voice. Your image manifests in front of him, translucent, a mirage against the grain of the door. “This is my first confessional.”

Lester nods, forgetting for a moment the image of you is purely in his mind. He clears his throat, which was suddenly dry, and smooths the purple stole. “That’s alright. This is one of my first confessions too, y'know.” He says quietly, a lie, and he can’t help but feel the corner of his lips twitch at the sigh of relief he hears you let out. He wonders what you look like right now, if you’re in your usual attire or something different. It was later in the day, warmer than usual, and he has to clear his throat again to rid his thoughts of what that might entail. “Just… confess your sins and I'll do my best to help lead ya to absolution.”

“Thank you, Father.” You take a deep breath and Lester waits with bated breath, unsure of why he is so interested in what you will confess. The sins have always blended together. Adultery, drinking, gossiping, materialism, jealousy, lying; he’s heard every sin a thousand times over and not once did he ever feel invested past his holy duty. But this is you, the young lamb he was meant to protect. 

No, Lester thinks to himself as you begin to speak, the young lamb God was meant to protect. Not him. “I’ve lied to people before, dozens of times, just to get a better outcome for myself. I’m selfish, greedy, and gluttonous.” Lester hears the waver in your voice as you speak and he wonders for a split second if you knew by his voice that he was the one taking your confession. “I don’t pray everyday, I‘ve missed Mass many times due to laziness…” 

He waits as you trail off to see if you continue speaking. When the awkward silence hangs over the booth like a raincloud he speaks, doing his best to keep his voice calm and even. “Ask for absolution and I can give it to ya.” He says, his accent strong and comforting, his eyes still on the wooden door. He had been sitting on the small wooden seat far past comfort, but the pain and ache in his back was no longer felt.

“Please… can you grant me absolution, Father?” 

You speak right away, as if commanded by him, and your voice sends a shiver down his spine. You were eager to be forgiven, listening to his every word. He realizes that he could steer you wrong, he could push you towards darkness instead of the light, and that you’d follow. He swallows heavily, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment. They snap open. The lust for power burned heavy in his heart; he could tell you whatever he wanted and you’d believe him. You would do anything if he said so.

“I can. Say five ‘Our Father’s’ and you'll be forgiven.”

“Thank you, Father.” You say and Lester swears he can hear your relief. 

He keeps his eyes closed as he brings his rosary, an old flashy thing with a red sapphire in the center his mother had passed down to him, to his lips. You begin to murmur the Act of Contrition, Lester whispering along to his part. “Go in peace.” He says, settling back as he waits to hear you stand, for the curtain to be pulled back and for yet another member of the congregation to enter and for him to start the process over again. It doesn’t come. “You alright, sweetheart?”

His voice is etched with concern, his eyes opening and for the first time, he allows himself to look over through the lattice. Your silhouette is there, your head bent down, your hands clasped into prayer, and he nearly gasps at the want that stirs in his stomach. He can’t see you, but now that he faces you, he can see your outline, he can smell your perfume, he can just barely make out the curve of your lips as you whisper hurriedly to yourself. When your head moves up, he sits back as quickly as he can, staring at the door.

“I didn’t confess everything.” 

“That’s alright. Do you wanna confess more?” 

“I do but… I’m afraid it’s sacreligious.” 

The words nearly take his breath away. “Sacreligious?” He says, unable to hide the surprise in his voice. He won’t say it - can't say it - but he wasn’t sure that was possible. Not with you, at least. “I think you should kneel and confess.” It’s out of his mouth before he means to say it, his accent growing stronger, but he hears the sounds of you moving from the creaky wooden bench onto the ground. He keeps his eyes on the door but he can see you there, knelt on the ground with your hands clasped at your face, looking up at the lattice with wide nervous eyes.

“I… I suffer from impure thoughts, Father.”

Lester grins softly, shaking his head. “That’s hardly sacreligious. It’s-”

“It’s about a priest, Father.” Lester stops talking, feeling his cock stir in his pants. He blinks, sure he misheard. But he hears you sniffle and he clears his throat slightly. “I-It’s one of the priests here, at this church.”

“Which priest?”

“I can’t-”

“The only way for ya' to be absolved is if you’re completely honest with me.” Lester says, ignoring the guilt building in his chest. This is wrong. He has a holy duty to steer these people right, to the word of the Lord, and yet now he was ever so slowly moving his hand up his leg to his crotch, pushing his robes up to his hips so he can gently press his palm against his bulge. “The Lord is kind to those who trust him enough to confess their deepest sins.” 

Lester hears you sniffle again before you make an affirming noise. “It’s… it’s Father Sinclair.” Lester bites down harshly onto his bottom lip to hold back a noise. The copper taste of blood fills his mouth as he closes his eyes, humming. “I know it’s wrong… I’ve only been coming here, to church, for a few weeks, and with every other priest I’ve been able to control my thoughts. But… there’s something about Father Sinclair… I know it’s wrong of me, Father.”

“It’s okay.” He reassures you quickly, though his voice is thicker than it was before. “No need to cry. These… thoughts that you’ve been having… can you go into detail?” Lester’s head leans backwards, thunking against the wood. “It's important to be honest, you know? You have to tell the truth if you want to be free.”

“I… do I have to?”

“Are you embarrassed?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Then yeah, ya do. You’re embarrassed because you know it’s wrong. It’s hard to be truthful but it’s important. It’s for the salvation of your soul, sweetheart.”

“Okay…” You take in a slow and deep breath and Lester prepares himself for the filth that would soon be flowing from your sweet lips by ever so slightly rubbing his palm against his bulge. It’s almost impossible for him to hold back his hiss of pleasure, but he does so, God willing. His eyes close though he swears he can still see the accusatory stare of the wooden Jesus in the darkness.

“Take your time and remember; you gotta be honest. The complete and utter truth.” He’s not sure if he’s telling you or if he’s begging you. 

A few moments pass and he holds his breath. You begin to speak quietly, your voice close to him now with your position on your knees closer to the lattice that separates you both, and he briefly wonders if this is how God feels when he hears prayers. He wonders if God feels the swell of pride in his chest at the sheer devotion he has been shown or if he is above that. All Lester knows is that he is not.

“I…I sometimes think about him when I’m alone at night. I.. touch myself.” Lester hums, low in his throat, his hand grinding down just a little harder. “I think about him there with me… touching me, telling me how to touch him.” You let out a choked noise, surely a sob at your sins, but Lester hears it as a moan. “Even when I try to think about something else, my mind drifts.”

“Spirits willin' but the flesh is weak, s'that it?”

“Very weak.” You reply and he can almost see you nod your head. “Sometimes during his sermon I drift off… I start thinking about him bending me over one of the pews,” Lester makes a choked noise, trying to cover it with a cough, his cock aching against his pants. He wants to pull his dick out but he knows he will never, ever, be able to go back once he does that. The punishment God had in store for him was already grand, there was no reason to push it just yet. “And whispering in my ear about how I feel better than any earthly thing he’s ever felt.”

“I-I see…” Lester says, his eyelids heavy as he opens them and looks down at his lap. Even in the dark of the confessional he can see the dark spot that was growing on his pants and he is thankful for the robes he dons so he can shuffle out of here and back to his chambers without someone seeing the physicality of his failure. “Is that all?” 

His voice is strained, his hips bucking against the tight fabric of his pants, chasing friction he shouldn’t find enjoyable. He was so close, had only felt this way twice before, both times in the cloak of the night with his hand wrapped tight around his cock and a sheen of sweat covering his forehead. Both times he had stopped, pulling his hand away from himself with a sharp gasp and a furrowed brow, watching his cock twitch and leak until he forced himself to roll over and go to sleep.

“I… I’ve thought about touching myself even now while talking about it.” You say and Lester bites down so hard onto his lip that he feels the skin break underneath his teeth once again, coating them in red, his pants coated in white as he cums. His nerves are shot, white dots floating in his vision as he comes back down to earth. What he just felt, before the guilt and embarrassment and worry settled in, was the closest to Heaven he knew he’d ever get. “That’s all, Father. That’s the complete and utter truth.”

Lester swallows heavily in an attempt to keep his voice level. He isn’t sure if he had made a noise of pleasure when he came, but you wait patiently for his absolution, so he carries forward. He can feel the heat of embarrassment crawling its way up his spine, his cheeks turning pink as he stares down at the mess he had made of himself. “That’s… a lot.” 

“I told you.”

“You did, you did…” He sucks in another breath and blinks hard, trying to clear his mind. “Five Hail Marys and seven Our Father’s should work…” he plans on leaving it there, hoping to get you out of the confessional booth as quickly as possible, but his lips keep moving. “And I think you should come by weekly for counseling. You can request a specific priest, or whoever is available, and they can give you one on one counselin'.” 

“Will you do the one on one counseling with me, Father? I feel embarrassed about admitting this to someone else.”

“I… yes, if you’d like. But you would have to remind me of what you’ve confessed here; I don’t know your voice.” He says, stumbling over his own words. He turns to look through the lattice as you stand from where you’ve been kneeling, letting out a quiet breath of relief. He had gotten through this by the skin of his teeth.

“Thank you, Father Sinclair.” He can hear the smug smile in your voice and he lets out a low, throaty whine as his cock twitches pathetically. “I’ll see you next week.”

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[jujutsutrash]

crimes of desire

Some Yuuta porn nobody requested, but here you go. All characters are aged up you know the deal. Pairing: Yuuta Okkotsu x reader Word count: 1793 Warnings: it's smut

The hotel room you were both staying in was small, old and smelled like wood despite having almost no wooden furniture in it besides the two single beds. It felt almost claustrophobic to Yuuta - but he was pretty sure it wasn’t because of the size. The walls were not thick enough to block the noise from the hall and he felt watched. Even the old mirror reflecting his image felt like it was judging him. As it should. But Yuuta knew better - he was the one judging himself.

As his eyes crossed with his reflection he got to catch a good glimpse of himself as he committed what essentially amounted to a crime. He confronted his own reddened face, hair still wet from the shower as he crouched beside your backpack, a white flimsy piece of fabric in his hands. He was holding one of your panties. 

Yuuta had seen it peeking from a side pocket in your bag since he came back from his shower - after yours, ladies first and all. He’d tried not looking at it while you were still in the room you both shared. But the moment you left for dinner - which you invited him to join and he politely declined - he couldn’t tear his eyes from the thing. Next thing he knows, he is staring at the mirror as he holds it in his hands. Like a filthy thief caught in a camera.

It was wrong, he knew it was wrong but he just couldn’t stop himself. There they were, right within reach and he just wanted a little sniff, just a small tease. This whole trip he’d tried to behave himself around you and not let you see just how deep his desire for you ran. He needed this. 

So he grabbed the damn panties - and just his luck they were a used pair, probably the one you had worn that day. Laying in his bed he stared at the flimsy thing,  not having the courage to bring it to his face and get what he so desperately wanted. Just a tiny fraction of what he so intensely needed. A need so deep it made him steal your panties, like a fucking pervert.

But Yuuta couldn't be blamed. How could he? He just couldn’t help it, couldn’t help himself. Whenever he was around you he felt like he almost couldn’t even restrain his desire. His sense of resolve strained to its limits and hanging by a thread. You brought up something in him, something primal and wrong. You brought to the surface his most basic instincts, made him want to lose control.

So, what evil was it to just steal one pair of panties? You’d probably not even notice it. You’d been traveling together for a couple of days now, there was no way you’d pay any mind to one missing pair of panties. Even if they did look nice, white cotton on the front and a soft and beautiful lace on the back. You had a good taste in underwear, they nearly had a beauty to match yours.

Damn, Yuuta could already feel himself getting hard and he hadn’t even gotten to smell the panties yet. His free hand reached down to palm his hardening length, the feeling sending a jolt down his spine and through his whole body. Yuuta hesitated for a moment before bringing the delicate piece of cloth to his face. It smelled like you, an intoxicating scent that had his cock rock hard in a matter of seconds. 

Fucking hell, this was wrong. This was dangerous. It was wrong and dangerous and just downright exhilarating. In the back of his head Yuuta knew that if you walked in now he’d be looking at a world of trouble, but he just couldn’t bring himself to stop. Not when he had your scent so close to him that he could almost taste you. Almost taste your wet pussy.

He had imagined it multiple times before but now he could picture it vividly. The taste of your wetness on his tongue as he lapped you up in greedy desire. The feeling of the skin in your thighs so soft against his fingers as he violently sunk them into your flesh. He’d devour everything you had to give until you had no more and then he’d push you further. Push you until you were nothing but trembling limbs and voiceless pleas. Only then would he be satisfied.

Footsteps echoing down the corridor outside cut Yuuta from his fantasies. You could be back at any time so he’d better make this quick. He’d have the chance to take his time another day. He buried his nose in your panties once more, letting the smell inebriate him as he stroked the large bulge on his pants for a moment before freeing his cock. He was already hard as a rock, sensitive veins bulging against his velvety skin. His thick erection felt heavy and hot on his hand, the reddened head begging for a touch as his hand gripped hard at the base.

From his spot in the bed Yuuta kept stealing glances at the door, the last remains of his sanity fearing that it could open at any moment. It would be safer if he was doing this in the bathroom but by this point the danger was part of the excitement. With a low and deep groan he began stroking himself with one hand, the other still gripping tight on your panties. He imagined what your pussy would feel like on his cock, walls stretching thin to accommodate his girth. 

Would he have to take it slow with you? Taking his time to get you used to his sheer size before fully burying himself into your wetness. Yuuta would give you all the time you needed. He felt exhilarated at the idea of leaving you open and sensitive from taking his cock, a shudder running down his spine at the image.

He was stroking himself fully now, slim and deft fingers moving up and down his thick length. It wasn’t what he wanted but it would have to do. He thumbed the sensitive head of his cock and that was enough to have him hissing, hips bucking up from the bed. Pulling your panties close to his nose again he took a deep breath, burning your scent to his memory before wrapping the flimsy thing around his cock. If he couldn’t have what he wanted he’d have the next closest thing.

The soft white fabric made his movements easier and more fluid, fist working faster on his sensitive cock. Yuuta could already feel the coil tightening on his core as his erection twitched on his palm. With his free hand he lifted his shirt up to his chest, fingers coming to tease his nipple as he moaned. He was careful to try and keep his noises down though, out of fear of someone outside hearing him.

Yuuta no longer could keep his watch on the door, eyes closing in pleasure as he jerked himself on your pretty panties. Such a dirty thing to be doing but it felt so good. He was leaking precum, some of it dripping from his swollen head onto the heated skin of his hips. He couldn’t help but imagine it dripping on your lips. What would you do if you knew just how horny you made him? Some sick part of him almost wanted to get caught just to see the outcome. A losing bet for sure.

A low animalistic grunt leaves Yuuta’s lips as his calloused hand pumps his cock with abandon now. Moving all the way from the base to the head, the oozing precum catching on the inside of your panties. He is sweating, hips jerking up as his whole body tenses. The muscles in his thigh twitching with every throb of his desperate length. He is getting close, so deliciously close.

Yuuta brings the rim of his shirt to his mouth to try and stifle his noises as he steals a look at the door again. He is losing control, moaning and grunting and groaning all the way as his heavy cock throbs on his hand begging for release. The hand on his chest travels down to massage his heavy balls and he trembles, fingers squeezing his base hard before traveling all the way up to squeeze his sensitive head.

He imagines your pussy on his cock and what sorts of beautiful sounds you’d make as he slid his cock into your dripping pussy. Fuck, would you let him come inside? That’s all he’d want to do, paint your insides white with his thick cum. That’s all he can picture himself doing, pumping you so full that it spills from your pussy and down his cock. 

Yuuta is throbbing continuously, hand pumping fast as he imagines the mess he’d make of you. He can feel it, feel the coil tightening to the it’s limit as he jerks off the bed, sweat rolling down his neck. His balls tighten and his length is extra sensitive as he chases his release. He can almost hear the sloppy wet sound your pussy would make as he rides it through his orgasm and that’s enough to have him lose control for good.

The fabric between his teeth muffles his low grunt as his cock twitches on his hand, pumping rope after thick rope of cum on his chest. He fists himself through his orgasm, draining every last drop of cum as the white liquid pools on his belly. It’s a lot, even for him, fuck he was really pent up. And yet, surprisingly, none of it got caught on your panties, lucky him, he’d keep them for later.

Taking a deep breath, one of his hands reaches for the towel hanging on the bed frame behind him, the other digging into his hair. That was something, alright. He uses the towel to clean his torso, at least none of it got on his clothes either. Just as Yuuta is finishing cleaning himself he hears footsteps stopping before his door. In a flash he pulls his shirt down and tucks himself into his pants. Just as he pushes your panties into his pocket the door opens.

“Yuuta, I know you didn’t ask for anything but I brought you a sandwich. Just so you can have a snack, you know,” you close the door behind you and turn to him, a smile brightening your face as you hold out the bag for him to see. Yuuta thanks you, trying his best not to let his face show just how close this had been. And fuck, now he is feeling like a damn pervert again.

#yuuta x reader #yuuta okkotsu #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuta x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader

[blossomingframe]

Spring improvement

With March beginning and the sun breaking through the clouds, some of you may be swept in by the ideas of spring cleaning, losing weight for summer or just a general self improvement kick after failed New Year’s resolutions. Please take this post as a sign to get “worse” instead.

Are you perhaps interested in loosing weight to fit into a certain swimming costume size or get a summer body? Well consider instead the mesmerising nature of big hips in a bikini or soft belly rippling out of a pair of swimming trunks. Not to mention fat bodies float better which is good for beach day paddling! So not only should you keep enjoying the food you love but you should double or even triple your portions for a true beach body.

Being strongly encouraged by friends and family to do some spring cleaning of your home? Well with all the stressors of modern life that’s far too much work. It’ll just get all messy again at Easter or during your summer fun. Save time, money and anxiety and just leave everything messy! You’ll feel cosier anyway.

Considering embracing the sunny weather and putting down your phone? That’s so old fashioned! The supposed real world is for old people who can’t work a smartphone. Your problem isn’t that your on your phone but that your consuming idealistic influencers and self care content selling you things you can’t afford and wouldn’t buy anyway. Replace all that upsetting nonsense with more time watching porn or scrolling accounts like mine on tumblr. The only thing you’ll be sold is more snacks and you’ll be influenced to your natural instincts. Fill your feeds with fellow slobs, you’ll fill your thoughts with joy!

These are just a few examples of how reversing common self help advice will make you happier! Instead of trying to prepare for summer by making yourself miserable, follow my tips and be a happy slob;

- eat every craving. You’re craving it for a reason! Eat up!

-never hold in a burp or fart. You sound so cute and you’ll be much comfier.

-stop cleaning your house. Just embrace the mess and enjoy how personality shapes your space.

-no need for hygiene. Just be dirty and stinky. It’s so much easier.

-make orgasming your main focus. Watch sexy content all day. There’s so much to watch!

Embrace being greedy.

Embrace being perverted.

Embrace being lazy.

If your reading this youre a disgusting pig. Commit.

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[kittyzu]

[ warnings — nsfw, stepcest, dubcon, name calling, noncon filming, dacryphilia, manipulation ]

a/n : reader is 18+ !! (and so is everyone in this)

— caught cheating with :

YOSHIDA - ࣪⭑

• you didn’t want to at first. you really do love your partner and they make you happy.

your mistakes was trusting yoshida. he’s supposed to be your older brother, stepbrother yes but still family. someone who protects and loves you right? wrong

he sneaks into your room one night and you’re so tired that you just let him have his way with you.

you don’t even see the phone before it’s too late and your s/o’s shocked and sad face is the first thing you see as you’re cummimg all over yoshida’s cock.

“it’s okay puppy, you have me now” he smirks, kissing your cheek, “and you know i love you so much, don’t you?”

AKI - ࣪⭑

you’re both way too drunk to even function but that’s not stopping you.

you’ve been running circles around each other for months and even though you’re both dating other people, you obviously like each other a little too much for just friends.

you’re on top, gripping his shoulders hard enough to draw blood as you ride him. it feels so good that you both don’t hear the door opening and closing until it’s too late.

your s/o looks so hurt and confused and his partner looks disgusted.

“i always knew you were a fucking whore y/n but you could’ve fucked somebody else’s boyfriend!” his s/o screams, “i hate you so much”

your s/o is too embarrassed to even say anything, silently walking back out your apartment.

you and aki start dating a month later and no one is surprised by the news.

KISHIBE - ࣪⭑

the old man is just a horny pervert.

you’re young and sexy and he can’t help but jerk off at night thinking about you. even though his married to your mom !!

he’s good with his words and he knows that. he’s always been smooth and it’s how he got with your mother in the first place.

“you do love me, don’t you darling?” he whispers, gently running his fingers up and down the inside of your thigh, “don’t i treat you good hm?”

your teary eyes only make his dick hard. he loves the idea of you crying for him and because of him and it’s not helping with him wanting to fuck you.

he knows you feel guilty but it doesn’t stop you from opening your legs for him anyway.

it’s not until he’s balls deep inside you that your mom walks in. she’s early from her work trip and wanted to surprise you both. you two ended up surprising her!

she doesn’t even know how to react but before she can threaten either one of you, kishibe kisses your forehead and leaves you alone in your bedroom.

the sicko convinces your mom that it’s a mistake and she stays with him.

you two definitely have sex more often.

DENJI - ࣪⭑

you know he’s horny all the time. he thinks about boobs way too often and when he does eventually get a girlfriend, she’s all he thinks about 24/7.

he trusts you because you’re supposed to be his best friend. the first person after power that he feels a real family bond with but you have other plans.

you purposely start dressing skimpy around him. he loves boobs so it’s so easy to entice him and you know he’ll cave even if he feels bad about it.

he ends up rutting against you like a bitch in heat, begging you to help him feel better.

“fuck fuck fuck” he cries out, finally slipping inside your tight pussy. it feels so good that he can’t stop even when his bedroom door opens and it’s his girlfriend standing next to power.

“DENJI?!” you knew they’d blame him. you’re far too cute and sweet and they all know how denji behaves.

he doesn’t even deny it. he does feel guilty about it because he did approach you.

after all, just because a woman wears short and sexy clothing, doesn’t mean she wants to have sex right?

QUANXI - ࣪⭑

she has no excuses for her behaviour. she already has enough girlfriends doesn’t she?

she knows she’s being greedy but she watched you bounce on kishibe’s cock one day when you both thought she was sleeping and she can’t help how horny she got.

not because of him but because of you. you’re so hot and she’s always appreciated a pretty girl so it’s nothing new.

you’re no better. you know your relationship with kishibe is relatively new and you don’t want to ruin it but she does have pretty fingers and they’re so much longer than yours are.

you can’t get off by yourself anymore and you’re so frustrated. kishibe has been so busy lately and you’re lonely so when she offers to help you, you don’t even think twice about it.

“look at you slut” she chuckles, “your pussy is so fucking greedy”

she likes the way your face looks when you cum and she needs to see it for herself, even at the expense of her long time friend.

she feels bad because she rejected kishibe only to turn around and fuck his girlfriend. she really was a terrible friend

it doesn’t stop her from pushing your legs apart and sticking her tongue inside your pussy.

kishibe walks in just as you’re about to cum, head thrown back and your eyes closed in bliss.

“having fun baby?” he sighs, too tired to feel anything.

it’s not like he can blame you. he feels for you when you’re lonely and he promises to be a better boyfriend in future.

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[defectivefanboy]

(the one who asked for the oral hcs,,) AFAB male reader please !! hence why i didn't specify fems.

Thank you for responding! I realized afterwards (and from a commenter) that AFAB doesn't always mean fem reader, but my little itty bitty pea brain couldn't register anything else in the moment, Sorry 'bout that.

It may seem a bit OOC or something Crimson might not even do ,, but can we get some cunnilingus hcs with Crimson x AFAB s/o???

Overall notes: Stories written on this blog are GN until specified. While this story uses they/them pronouns, and while I don't mind female readers on my blog/interacting, love my girlies, hey girlies~, but I do not write for y'all, and if you are a fetishizer. fuck off??? ew. How would you even do that on an x reader???

C/W: Cunnilingus, Possessive Crimson, slight voyerism?? (sorry al), mentions of overstimulation, Degrading

Notes: this took a bit longer to write, and I low-key feel like it's dry. Im still a bit shy with smut and NSFW, other then that I hope you enjoy

Cunnilingus with Crimson...

never thought I would ever write that...

I'm just surprised as he is on how you two got here.

Let's state the facts he'll NEVER be on his knees, opting to have you placed upon the closest desk, table, shit even a tall wall. Anything he can find.

Other than the fact he's an old man and probably has bad knees. He's still believes he's took good for that.

He'll save that for his darling. You do look better down there anyway. <3

Continuing on....

He started off the day as a man hungry for power, guess he never met you.

It's like he's a starved man when he sets you upon the table, head tucked between your legs.

That high class and expensive front he puts on for show is stripped down to a sloppy mess.

His face is covered in your cum as his eyes roll into the back of his head.

I don't know who's pleasure he's doing it for anymore, yours or his

He will say it for yours as he forces another orgasm out of you, wiping his cheek on your thigh with a sly smirk,

"Tsk, look at the mess you made. Now who do you think is gonna have to clean this up? You need to be taught a lesson, brat..."

"taught a lesson" he says as he drives right back down between your legs, his tongue happily taking its place inside you once again.

And if you grab his horns to pull him closer, better not have anything planned for the rest of the day... or two.

You're just telling him to indulge himself in you, and who is he to say no.

Especially when the roll of your hips on his face contradicts the pleads for him to take a break or slow down.

Sorry, my love that's simply not possible.

Not when he just started jerking himself off as he licks you clean after another orgasm.

Oh he definitely keeps your underwear.

He’s a major pervert. Im sorry, but sir why do you know where to get an abundance of dildos? And who just INSTALLED WITHOUT QUESTION??

So remember to keep in mind every time he slips them off you. They will just end up in his pocket...

and if he doesn’t have pockets well, he’ll just hand them to Alessio, his right hand man/body guard.

“No need to worry about him, doll. He’s just here to make sure no can interrupt us.~ Isn’t that that right, Alessio.”

The shark would keep his eyes on the door, even the mob bosses right hand man wasn’t allowed to sneak a peak.

Last time that happened Crim almost lost a right hand man.

Crimson’s a greedy man, but if you were to ask either Al or you, he was a glutton.

and it seems the two became the perfect mix when it came to his darling.

All he needed you to do is to sit there and look pretty for him. You'll behave for him, right?

His only issue is he make it a priority to ruin you the minute you walk into his line of sight.

After all this mob work he deserves to have some down time, yeah?

Better not have worn anything that cost too much, he's not patient enough to have you to let you slip out of what your wearing.

He rather just rip what ever covers your body off instead.

You did get all dressed up for him didn’t you? He should be allowed to unwrap his gift in anyway he sees fit.

all you have to do is spread your legs for him, just for a little bit won't you? You don’t even have to get him off… at least not right now <3

Though, he’s not keen on asking twice and he’ll definitely not gonna beg.

If you tease him enough, a growl will rumble from his the back of throat as his gold tooth makes itself known.

But when he finally gets you, the grip on your thighs leave an angry bruise in its wake.

Two of his fingers slipping into your plush walls, while he gets lost in thought sucking on his favorite bundle of nerves.

And while this is all happening he'll stare up at you with a degrading look.

"Is that really all it takes for you to submit to me? A few fingers in you and you finally shut up for once. What a spoiled brat you are."

#foolish writing #request open #helluva boss #Hb crimson #crimson x reader #helluva boss crimson #helluva boss exes and oohs #request

[sleepyleftistdemon]

Rep. Lauren Boebert (R-CO) packed her own bullhorn for a Wednesday trip to George Washington University, where protesters continue to occupy a “liberation camp” they erected in support of Gazans nearly a week ago.

But she didn’t pack her running shoes—otherwise she might have been able to get away from the heckling students repeatedly shouting “Beetlejuice” at her.

The jeers, of course, were in reference to the time that Boebert got kicked out of a September performance of the musical Beetlejuice in Denver for vaping, singing along, and feeling up her date. (The budding relationship did not survive the gleeful public shaming that followed.)

Boebert was filmed being led through the D.C. campus by her security team as members of the crowd sang Darth Vader’s theme from Star Wars and chanted “Beetlejuice.”

#lauren ho-bert #greedy old perverts #magats #beetlejuice

[fwb-anon]

the idolz and their controversies... part 1

because we love drama

i don't hate any of them btw <3 i just like to make the world as realistic as possible with people doing some questionable shit or having controversial actions/opinions at times...

gonna get beheaded for that but LET'S START WITH GOJO <333

gojo (ex... whatever the big jjk group is called, former tripleS + GG member)

he's actually fine, at least for someone who's been an idol + a producer for like... almost twenty years sheesh

does get a lot of rumours but we don't care about those

his biggest controversy is basically the one that.. he hasn't "fixed"... putting "" because truth is everyone is divided on this ("does he really need to fix it?" you decide booboo)

anyway, he uses aave despite being the palest japanese mf ever ❤️​ some black fans don't care, others do care, some non-black fans don't care (not that... we care about their opinion...), some non-black fans do care, one of the pro arguments is "well at least he uses it correctly" so you decide if you're pro or anti gojo now /J... /hj i know some of y'all are extremists

has been called greedy as a producer but let's be real he's a man so he doesn't actually get called out a lot for this + he's one of the most popular idols anyway so who cares (if it were a woman tho...)

okay so this one is actually fake af but he's been called xenophobic and racist towards panda (who's chinese) and yuuji (who's half dominican) because they had less than 2 seconds of line in a song. gojo didn't respond to that, but a week later the behind recording was out on socials and everyone was able to see that 1/ panda actually had more lines but got outsang by most of the group (understandable, he's not a vocalist), 2/ yuuji can't sing to save his life, so giving him one line was already very nice of gojo

okay everyone, you can breathe again it's over for gojo's controversies

shikamaru (from hanafubuki)

oh god where do we start

nah tbf he only has one big controversy and it's: he's sexist

OKAY SO technically he isn't anymore because he got women's studies classes as a trainee otherwise he was kicked out for being a sexist little shit

he does have.. "traditional" views but honestly he's also very open minded

got accused of being sexist because he said he "sees himself with a boring job, a wife, two kids, and his wife cooking dinner for him when he comes back from work"

gonna play devil's advocate and say that's literally how it works with his parents and they like it that way, so

also he said (after being accused of sexism) in a radio show that while that's how he sees his life in twenty years, he wouldn't mind it if his wife was like "no i wanna work too"

they'd just have to agree on a schedule and all, especially for the kids (he wants kids so there's no way he's marrying someone who doesn't tho which is... common sense)

jiraiya (ex wabi-sabi, now soloist)

he's not sexist but he's been labelled a pervert... ngl he does like to look at women's bodies BUT he doesn't make them uncomfortable... leave me and my old man alone... where is @sexygeriatric-retirementhome :( <3 i'm still working on your ask i just take years to reply

has a tendency to date younger people, mostly women but sometimes men (bi icon) <3

has had some ableist comments in the past, mostly when he was a teen though, and although he never addressed it he's never done it again so... you decide...

(btw you gotta realise bro was technically in the public eye from 1991 [pre-debut era] to... well... nowadays... so he's been an idol for 33 years so yeah)

has been caught with porn magazines on his shelves LMAO he's such a loser <3 he was a teen when that happened and also had a gf at the time so that was fun LOL

has struggled with an eating disorder as a late-teen/young adult, which led to him being in a very poor mental state and "giving advice" on how to lose weight. <- pls don't excuse that, that's just the explanation as to why he said those things in the first place ❤️​

he did talk about it a decade later and said he was wrong, also donates yearly to charities (mostly anorexia related ones)

oh yeah i forgot but he's also been accused of having predatory behaviour towards young idols (hanafubuki's neji, bureikou as a whole, kismet's konohamaru)

basically -> he hugged neji when neji was crying (neji was 16). he regularly compliments bureikou (girl group with the naruto girlies + AFAB NARUTO YEAAA), also has a very close bond with naruto herself since he's her godfather, DID talk about her body as in "she's growing up fine" (you take that as you want honestly)... did make a joke about naruto growing up fine but being so tall yet so flat (<- didn't phrase it like that tbh but that was the joke, naruto is 180cm tall and flatter than sakura). konohamaru is his nephew in this au and the way he's been teasing him or even hugging him rubs people the wrong way, mostly because of the previous things (for people who think he's actually having predatory behaviour) and because kono was 15 when he debuted. honestly idek, you make up your mind <3

gonna be real he probably has way more, he's been in the industry for 30+ years LOL but yeah brain is smol

neji (hanafubuki, soloist)

has had ableist comments in the past, mostly about shino's quirks (fyi shino is on the autism spectrum) -> owned up to it and apologised to shino and shino's dad, literally people learned about it because neji mentioned it during a public apology when they were having a concert

neji is basically if character growth was a person

bro is gay as hell (and dating shino!!!) but was homophobic so... character growth <3

honestly props to shino for staring at neji and thinking "i will talk some sense into him" cuz LOOK AT THEM NOW <33

a few fatphobic comments towards choji during predebut era too, but gonna be honest he quickly changed his mind and is literally "choji's husband" (and choji is his wife <3 <- their dynamic is light hearted) so ykw i don't think choji would be fine with that if neji was still fatphobic

again: ✨ CHARACTER GROWTH ✨

i'm hungry so i'll make a part two later

geto will be in it.. if i don't forget

#fwb.idolz #cw eating issues #cw ed mention

[moonlightsapphic]

Y'all aren't ready for this storytime.

So in 9th grade, one of the loudest girls in our class fixated on making me her latest project. At the time, I was still learning to cope with (undiagnosed) selective mutism and was the weirdo in the class. S thought I was chill, and I just needed to socialise a little more: interact, take pictures with people, wear makeup.

As the months passed, we became really close. S was a bit of a disaster: Her family wasn't the most stable, and neither was her mental health. She was conventionally very pretty—curvy with silky waves dyed caramel, sharp facial features and confident poisture. She was a bit outspoken and active for the liking of most guys in our conservative south Asian small town, but just pretty and charismatic and elusive and ✨ deep ✨ enough (even as a teen) for men to overlook that and try to slide into her dms and such. S spent her teen years jumping from toxic relationship to toxic relationship—fortunately with people our own age only.

She was just the type to reel in my chronic empath, neurodivergent ass as well. I loved pleasing S, impressing her, hanging out with her, being vulnerable together, comforting her. She was one of the only people that could keep up with my hyperactive texting, and despite our big differences, we had enough common interests to have something to talk about nearly 24/7.

(Looking back, I can definitely see some neurodivergent traits in her as well.)

When I was deeply crushing on this dumb dude that I thought was the coolest because he played guitar, was good at math and expressed feelings™️ well, I was pretty private about it. S literally emotionally coaxed me into telling her the truth. We were up late texting; she was—unsurprisingly—pretty down and I was keeping her company. She asked, “You know, I consider you to be my closest friend, though I don‘t say it a lot ... Will you tell me the truth? Do you like him?” If I‘d read that in a book, I'd be sure there was some romantic tension between these two characters.

When I had my first weirdly-sexual gay dream at seventeen, I was alone in her room with S later that day and hyperventilating. I was already in a very monogamous (and boring, in restrospect) relationship with that same dude and very happy about it, but that moment truly was the first step in my bi awakening. (It was probably inspired by some of my favourite public figures of the time, like dodie, coming out and talking extensively about it.)

I distinctly remember this one night when my boyfriend (spoiler alert: he’s trash) had been mean and made me cry. I was scared he would break up with me in the morning over this one tiny little mistake I’d made. S stayed up with me all night, and by daybreak I felt a flicker of feelings deep inside, of possibilities.

Unfortunately, as we neared 12th grade graduation, S began to get more conservative. She started to put her religious beliefs above any and all personal principles she once had. Ergo, queer people are sinners and also women should cover up and listen to men plus the country should become a fully "Islamic state" and get rid of all other religious minorities to achieve doubtless true utopia.

Uhhh … yeah.

Incidentally, she seemed unworried about following the same rules herself—her “faith” really shone when she was telling other people what to do, or being bigoted against a certain (religious, racial, ethnic, queer, et cetera) minority group she herself didn’t identify with. It was really just an excuse to feed her ego, perhaps a coping mechanism even, and it was hypocritical.

Let me make it clear here that the beliefs she kept citing are mainly a very specific set of interpretations of Islamic scripture that’ve come to be widely taught in our region at this moment in time. They by no means reflect the beliefs of all Muslims (and, in this case, were very informed by the bigotry of the cis-heterosexual, perverted, greedy old men who historically created these rules to maintain their power). S here absolutely is not a representation of the lifestyle and disposition of every practicing Muslim person.

ANYWAY, she began to make remarks about me posting LGBTQ+ positivity content on my social media, or feminism of the brand she didn't like. In my conflicts with shitty dudes from school, she would only support me if her ~ beliefs ~ allowed it. Additionally, she’d always been pretty emotionally volatile, but it had gotten worse since graduating school—She would get mad or upset with me now for being absent, insensitive, et cetera, asking for reassurance but in intense defensive attack mode. It was behaviour I never encountered from any other platonic friend.

As you can see, S wasn't very good at maintaining boundaries, or being open to other points of view. Her negative approach to many things in life often rubbed off on me as well.

With time and growth I found more friends who were like-minded to myself, whom I didn't have to tiptoe around lest I offend them or set them off, who were far more loyal to me. I’m a sensitive person—and I found a warmer community, much better for my mental health. So in our twenties, S and I organically drifted apart.

When I (finally!) dumped my shitty boyfriend (he’d turned extremely sour over time because he hated that I’d grown a backbone), and began happily dating a woman that I was very much in love with at the end of the year, I realised that having friends who support my queer identity is non-negotiable to me now. Just interacting with the queerphobes from grade school hugely triggered me, and I decided I no longer needed to carefully maintain niceties with them.

And it would all have ended there, except S wasn’t having it. We had drifted apart a while ago, but as soon as she saw that I was posting a bunch of pictures with my girlfriend, she began spreading rumours trying to out the both of us.

(Mind you, we weren’t out to anyone yet at the time. S was purely speculating, but she was spot on—I just couldn’t really figure out why this was the thing she decided to fixate on.)

And then, as if she thought I would forgive her straightaway for attempting to out me, she started hitting me up in my dms every few months demanding I give her an explanation for why I abandoned her. Each time, I patiently told S it wasn’t intentional and I had had mental health troubles. (Namely, ADHD, which she herself had once convinced me was impossible.) If she truly wanted us to keep up with each other, she could just reply to my stories in good humour and ask me how I’m doing instead of repeatedly villainizing me out of the blue. (I never brought up the outing thing, or anything queer-related at all. I didn’t want to give her any more leverage than the bits and pieces of evidence she had dug up herself, conspiracy-style.) However, that would only keep her away temporarily.

Not going to lie, the way she kept coming back to gaslight me into taking her back was an exact copy of what my ex-boyfriend had done for months. It was hilarious, and tragic.

… And (I realised later) kind of gay??

She’s been in a relationship with a really docile (*cough* ball-less) dude who agrees with all her conservative principles since 12th grade. (Honestly, good for them, they deserve each other.) I don’t think S has ever had feelings for me as much as she simply felt possessive of me. She regards it as betrayal that I am happily out and queer, and she can’t tolerate that some other girl has replaced her as my one true ✨ gal pal ✨. She's jealous, but it's hard for me to believe her jealousy is purely platonic. It's like she wanted us to be a pair of suffering queers-in-denial sacrificing ourselves for neurotypical comphet society together, hand in hand, forever. For the greater good.

How romantic.

I noticed a few weeks ago that she's finally removed me from all her social media—around the same exact time that my ex-boyfriend (whom I haven’t spoken to in years) blocked me.

Ah, two breakups that I initiated years ago coming back uninvited, for attention that I literally have zero interest in providing.

So bringing back this post:

Reading this was like a major brain go brrr moment to me, because I was like ??? That’s a queer thing??? No way???

And then I read through the comments and saw that every single sapphic person was like “uhhh yep we never dated though good riddance,” or “ugh yes and we ended up dating and it was so toxic we broke up soon after good riddance”.

For the first time in my life, I actually considered that S might not have been a straight queerphobe, but an incredibly suppressed dumpster fire of a queer person with extreme internalized homophobia.

And … it all fits.

She's always been sultry and glamorous in a distinctly sapphic way; I just never was able to exactly put my finger on it. (In high school, sometimes I'd look her up and down and go whoa.) I can totally imagine a parallel universe in which we forget men and attempt to date each other instead. After the first few months of euphoria, she’d probably get us into an anxious-avoidant trap the same way my ex did. She’d cheat on me with a man because of her internalised homophobia, then dump me and come back crying to gaslight me a dozen times. It would take me much longer to get rid of her than it did to get rid of my dumb man ex—because ✨ shared queer trauma ✨.

I really, really dodged a bullet with that one. My girlfriend is the most wonderful, soft, and nurturing person I know, and she is my soulmate in more ways than one. I am very happy, and this is your PSA to not just date the one other queer person in your vicinity when you know you aren't good for each other. Be like me—run.

#wlw #sapphic #gay #lesbian #bi #queer #lgbtq pride #girls who love girls #pansexual #queer bipoc #pan #bisexual #desi queer #queer muslim #toxic friendship #homoerotic #queerplatonic #non binary #lgbtq+ #love is love #lgbt #mspec #wholesome #funny #lgbt memes #queer asian #wlwoc #toxic relationship #toxic ex #important psa

[watanabes-cum-dump]

an assortment of gross nsfw thoughts I had for tof

Elric is a filthy old man. Listen, I don’t make the rules I know he’s so filthy and he just wants to take care of you… in bed. Or in his office. Tbh, he’s such a dilf I need him to put me in my place soooo bad

Crow is a pervert. He just gives that vibe. Like I know he is the biggest simp alive, but he’s just that guy who would jack off with underwear he stole from you

Zeke who hates himself for wanting his little sister’s best friend. He feels like a creep just thinking about it. Also I know this man wants kids. I fucking know it he wants them soooo bad and you should totally give them to him :)

King who is also a pervert and greedy as all hell, but will gladly trade sex for his services. Do with this as you will

#*dies from cringe* #listen I played the closed beta for this game these thoughts have been cooking for a long ass time #kouryuu's shit #Tower of fantasy #tof #tof smut #Tof x reader #Tower of fantasy x reader #Smut

[cheekykitsune]

Dragon King

Hey everyone, long time no type!

My health is still shit, yes it’s bullshit...but maybe things are looking up? Writing-wise I mean. I’m starting to get back into the writing mood and I’m excited for it! So, without further procrastination, here’s some fun Dragon AU Fatgum!

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Cheeky Kitsune 🦊💋

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  You whimpered out under your breath as your handler gave a harsh yank on the chain that connected humiliatingly to the collar around your bruising neck; the harsh metal against your skin doing you no favours while you were dragged through what was nothing less than an extravagantly over-the-top castle. Leading you to what, or rather who, you had been sold to.

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  “Did you hear me, wench? This is Taishiro Toyomitsu’s domain. Do not get returned to me, either serve him well or let it be the death of you.”

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  If you hadn’t heard the words many times before, you might have flinched at the uncaring words. However, you were more than used to it at this point. Sold to whoever took their fancy with you, used then returned with some complaint that was every type of bullshit under the sun.

  Did you despise your handler more with each time he sold you? With each new set of disgustingly greedy hands that roamed your body because he sought after more gold than what was due to him? Absolutely. It was impossible to not hate such a pathetic creature that, now, previously owned you.

  Unfortunately for you, that did not mean you were capable of escaping the life that seemed to scream out for you wherever you wound up. It was your fate. A disgusting, soul-destroying fate that you had to swallow without a word of complaint.

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  “You’re lucky he even selected you. I’ve lost count of how many times you’ve been returned and the last time, was because you stabbed your master. Such disgrace…if the king himself hadn’t selected your portrait that same day, I would have killed you, you ungrateful little whore. Though why he wants you, I will never understand…”

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  You stumbled after your handler silently, lips pulled into a thin line of disapproval while you tried your very best to tune out the agitated slave trader ahead of you; long ago having grown tired of such rants that only resulted in you being cursed out and insulted without an end in sight.

  “You there! Open the doors. I have the product that King Toyomitsu paid for.” You raised your eyes to observe the interaction, deciding that it would be the most entertaining thing that you would get to see for a long time to come; given that your next owner would likely be a disgustingly old, perverted king that would no doubt abuse your body until you had nothing left to give.

  “You may not enter. Our king demands to inspect his new purchase before handing over any fees to you, privately.” You kept your face as blank as possible while watching your handler try to sweet-talk his way into the room with you, blatantly ignoring the orders that the guards had been given by the man that you had been demanded to respect. It was almost comical if it weren’t for the fact that you would have to come face to face with your new owner solo for the first interaction.

  As much as you despised the man that dragged you everywhere, you could at least appreciate not being shoved into a room with someone you didn’t know, all alone, each time you were sold off.

  “You can either send the girl in alone and get paid shortly, or we will simply inform our king that you are a distrustful coward with no respect for him. Which will result in your death, I promise you that.” The guard’s harshly spoken words made you more nervous than you already were, a shocking feat in itself, moments before your handler reluctantly held out the chain that kept you by his side obediently; giving you a harsh glare while mouthing one simple word. Behave.

  “I expect her back if he changes his mind” The words made you cringe while the guard that now held your restraints rolled his eyes, sparing you not even a single glance as he opened one of the ginormous doors that concealed what you could only assume to be the throne room from the main hall.

  “That is entirely up to our…” The conversation behind you disappeared entirely as you were pushed into the room, your chains now hanging from your collar and laying on the hard ground; scraping against the marbled stone floor when you shifted your position.

  The room felt impossibly large to you as you looked around, trying to absorb it all while simultaneously attempting to locate the man that possibly owned you. Perhaps you would be able to zone out whatever activities that he had planned for you, it would all depend on what you would have to endure.

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  “You must be her…the woman I’ve awaited the arrival of”

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  The deep, husky voice drew your attention immediately. Your eyes flickering from one side of the room to the middle, where a large throne sat; accented by only a simple side table with a few hard to distinguish items on it. Items that you cared little for so long as they weren’t something to be used on you.

  No, what had your complete attention, was the giant of a man sitting atop the throne. Legs crossed with an elbow propped against one of the armrests; allowing who you assumed to be the king of the land, to rest his cheek against a large hand that could quite possibly swallow you whole if he so desired.

  He wasn’t at all what you imagined. He wasn’t old, nor ugly, but instead; a youthful look man with such good looks to accompany his position that had you not suffered through so many cruel masters, you might have considered giving yourself to him without complaint or thought.

  Though while you stared at him, like a startled dear about to be slaughtered for consummation, his honeyed gaze narrowed in displeasure. His previous statement hanging heavily in the room. Leaving you uncertain as to whether you were supposed to say something in return.

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  “Not going to introduce yourself to me? Little human…” 

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  You gulped nervously at his words, closing your eyes briefly before opening them once more to be able to look into his eyes as you spoke. Something that wasn’t normally considered acceptable, however in this instance, it felt right to do.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, my King. I am (Name)...and I’m not a human” You spoke softly, dipping your head as you curtsied to the massive king that continued to observe you through a disapproving gaze.

  “If not a human, what then? Your master advertised you as such…are you saying that I was lied to?” The deep snarl of anger echoed around the room, the sound piercing your very soul; suffocating you with a previously forgotten fear for your life. Whatever you had been thinking, revealing your masquerade as a human to your new owner, had been a mistake.

  “I, I am a half-breed. Part dragon. Your highness.” The words fell from your dry lips in a stuttered-out mess, regret lacing your tone while you dipped your gaze to avoid the burning stare of a now angry king; your mind scrambling to think of a way to appease his temper without getting yourself into more trouble.

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  “Come here.”

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  You tried your best to not flinch at his command, approaching him as he had ordered; stopping only when you found yourself between the legs that he had uncrossed while you had approached. One of his large hands closing around the chain that connected to your collar, a deep rumble resounding through his chest.

  “Tell me this, little half breed. If I free you of this seal, would you devote yourself to me? Body and soul?” You stared at the king silently for a moment, allowing your gaze to drift to the hand that held your biggest problem; the entire reason for your slavery. His dangerously tempting question coiling around you, tighter than the chains that bound your blood. Your power.

  “My king” You paused, reaching up hesitantly to touch his well-muscled arm while dropping down to your knees between his legs; staring up with an intensity that had his eyes glowing with interest; your kneeling form of desperation reflecting back at you through his golden orbs.

  Yet, for the first time in your life. You didn’t feel disgusted with the sight, it didn’t make you want to scream until you had no air left to give. It felt like a second chance at life. An opportunity.

  “If you free me, my King. I would do anything you ask of me; you would have my body and my soul with just a glance…I am yours if you wish it” You let the words spill free of your mouth, desperately holding onto the arm that offered you everything you ever wanted, everything that you had ever dreamed of.

  “Then you are mine, and should anyone ever dare to touch what is mine, I will slaughter them at your feet. My new queen.” Taishiro moved his hand from the chains to the collar around your throat, flexing his muscles only briefly to destroy the cursed collar; all the binding seals dispersing immediately, causing a rush of power to slam into your body without warning. Leaving you gasping for desperately needed oxygen as you pressed yourself forward against your new King’s legs, unable to support yourself while your body recovered.

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  “Breathe. Breathe in my scent deeply little one…burn it into your mind, your body. This is the scent of the dragon you have devoted yourself to.”

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  You lifted your gaze to him as he spoke, desperately clutching onto him while his scent flooded your senses; crashing into you like waves of the oceans. Dragging you beneath the surface until you were choking on the potency of it, drowning you with each gulp of air you attempted to take.

  “Wonderful, you’ve pleased me greatly” Taishiro leaned down to your level as he spoke, a hand cradling the back of your neck while his lips collided with your own, hot and demanding until you gave in to him; melting into the kiss without even an ounce of resistance.

  “Look at the rags they dressed you in…” He scowled deeply as he pulled his head away from your own, his lips moving down over your neck, closing around the soft skin; leaving behind teeth marks as he went. Making his claim to your body obvious to anyone that might glance in your direction.

  “My king…my head is…it’s spinning…” You gasped out the words as he lifted you off of the ground, instead positioning you on his lap so that you were pulled tight against his chest; your hands against his shoulders to keep your balance while he showered you with his attention and affections.

  “I won’t ask how long your powers were sealed. It will only aggravate me more than I am…however, it is because of those seals that your head spins so much after just a moment of experiencing my scent. Your body, my queen, is delving into a heat that I will take great pleasure in soothing for you” His words swam through your mind with such promise that you couldn’t help yourself, allowing a soft whimper to escape you while his hands roamed your scantily clad body; tearing away at the thin material that had done very little to hide your generous curves from his starving gaze.

  “You keep calling me your queen…” You mumbled out the words softly, arching your back when his hand came down on your ass harshly; the stinging sensation sent a sharp jolt of pleasure throughout your body, coaxing your tail to burst out from the base of your spine. Scales glittering from the sun that hit them at just the right angle.

  You couldn’t remember the last time you had your attributes out, but it felt good to have them on display once again.

  “That’s because you are my queen. I asked you if you would devote your body and your soul, provided I free you from that disgusting collar…did you forget your answer already?” Taishiro tilted his head as he leaned back into his throne, watching you with mild amusement while you squirmed in his lap; only just noticing the fact that his dicks had begun to peek out of his slit, the tips brushing against your inner thigh. Spreading precum over the soft skin, sending a strangely welcomed shiver along your spine.

  “I…said that I was yours if you wished it…” You trailed off, your voice quiet as your eyes went wide, only just realising how those words had been taken. It hadn’t been a bargain for your freedom like you thought, but instead, a promise to the king beneath you. 

  “That’s right. You did say that.” He smiled fondly down at you, cupping your cheek while leaning in close to press his lips to yours once more; an arm snaking around your waist to pull you tight against him, leaving not even a hair’s width between your bodies.

  Your body shuddered when his tongue dragged across your bottom lip, demanding entrance to your mouth. Something you would have given him, happily too, if it weren’t for the fact that you could hear the main doors to the room opening. Accompanied by angry shrieks belonging to your previous handler.

  Before you could pull away from your king, you felt his tongue invade your mouth; hot and demanding. Leaving no time to process the fact that he had shifted his tongue to match his dragon form, the long appendage curling around your own tongue and filling your mouth. A strange new mix of exploration and dominance.

  The very act stealing your breath away, not allowing you to catch it again while he continued to explore the wet cavern that was your mouth.

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  “Your majesty, her handler demanded to make sure you had not stolen his goods. We tried to stop him, but…”

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  You gasped out loudly, desperate for air the second Taishiro pulled his head from yours; a long, thin line of saliva connecting your mouths while he licked his lips. Golden gaze tearing itself away from you and landing on the pitiful man you knew to be your handler, the once gentle touch on your cheek turning harsh as the hand tangled itself into your hair.

  “And it’s a good thing that I had! You cannot have her unless you pay. King or not!” You panted heavily, turning your head to glance down at the now furious looking handler, whose gaze was glued to your bare neck; clearly noticing the lack of a collar.

  “I don’t know where you hail from, trader. But in these lands, barging in on a dragon claiming their mate is a dangerous thing to do…especially if you happened to lie to that dragon.” Taishiro’s voice came out in a low snarl while his hands moved over your body, turning you in his lap so that you were facing your handler and his guards. Completely bare to them while Taishiro’s dicks slid up along your drenched folds, mixing and spreading your juices over his throbbing cocks.

  “It wasn’t a lie, she’s about as good as a human! I never said she was completely human anyway, you asked if she was a human and all I did was neglect to mention that she was only half-human” Your handler’s words made you flinch back into the warm chest of your new king, the man that would take care of both you and your heat.

  “Eijiro, take him to the dungeon. Chain him up, don’t kill him. I’ll deal with him later properly” Before Taishiro could even finish speaking, the young red-head guard had already moved your old handler out of the room; leaving only the dark-haired guard behind to witness Taishiro spread your thighs enough for his large cocks to rub up against your entrance; eager to be inside of your warmth.

  “Hey, wait!” You gasped out, looking back at Taishiro with wide eyes while he grabbed a hold of your hips, looking past you and to the young guard.

  “Spread the word. The land finally has its queen, and make sure you organise the gazebo in the gardens. A public display will be held there soon.” With his orders given, you let out a cry of pleasure, Taishiro’s sharp thrust of his hips burying every inch of his thick cocks inside of you; right in front of the unfazed guard, who simply gave a nod of his head before leaving the two of you alone.

  “I…why a public display?” You questioned Taishiro breathlessly, shuddering when you felt his tongue brush over your throat; unable to stop yourself from clenching around his dicks roughly, pulling a deep throaty groan from the giant of a dragon.

  “Because you’ll have my seed running down your thighs after this fuck, the thought of it is enough to rile me up more…but I want you in the garden. Where I will watch my men enjoy your touch, you will show me the difference between how you enjoy my fucking compared to them.” His hot breath against your ear was enough to make you whimper at the idea of it, more scandalous scenarios forming in your mind than you thought possible while his hips continued at a harsh pace. Bouncing you on his throbbing cocks happily, his large hands keeping a steady hold on you.

  “Should I be pleased with what I see, I will properly tend to your heat and every other need you could ever have. Does that not sound enjoyable to you, my beautiful queen?” You opened your mouth as you turned your head, hoping to say something, but instead having his long, hot tongue invade your personal space once again; the sensation causing you to jerk your hips uncontrollably, a dragon’s hunger being completely different to who you were usually thrown to.

  You whimpered into the kiss as his hold on your hips tightened, pulling your body back towards him each time he thrust his hips roughly; the harsh jolt of your bodies causing his dicks to press up against your cervix each time.

  Your mind going completely blank with each thrust of his hips, only just barely fading back in before he thrust yet again; creating an endless cycle of mindless bliss until you were whimpering and mumbling impossible to understand pleas around his hot, thick tongue.

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  “That’s it. Lose yourself, focus only on my scent and your pleasure…”

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  You could only gasp for breath as he removed his tongue from your mouth once more, leaning back in his throne while he continued to bounce you on his lap; his thick cocks stretching you in ways you had never enjoyed previously.

  If only it would never end.

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  You coughed as the man in front of you removed his modestly sized cocks from your mouth, the last remnants of his seed falling down onto your thighs while you did your best to swallow his thick cum. The taste bitter and hard to enjoy on your tongue.

  “Thank you, my queen.” Like all the others before him, the man bowed to you with a slight flick of his tail before retreating into the crowd of dragons; each of them in their human forms, naked and enjoying the events that their king had arranged.

  “(Name)...” You lifted your gaze to Taishiro, who sat across from you in a mountain of pillows, his back propped up so he could watch the spectacle with a certain kind of regal laziness; his large, thick cocks standing tall to attention from having watched your devotion to him. Pleasing his people purely because he had asked it of you.

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  “Come here, my queen. Come”

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  You shuddered from the honeyed allure of his voice, slowly crawling your way towards him; your eyes never leaving his while your tail swayed behind you in a slow, happy rhythm.

  “My king…please, did I do well?” You spoke softly, leaning into his touch when he cupped your cheek lovingly, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your forehead. What you could only assume to be a reward for all your hard work.

  “My love, you did better than I could have imagined. Your people adore you and your king is proud of you, you have truly proved that you belong by my side. Something no full-blooded dragon has done before” He kept his words loud enough for everyone to hear as he pulled you up into his lap, his dicks dragging across your cum covered folds; his own pre-cum mixing in with the seemingly endless fluids.

  “My queen, anything you desire, it is yours. Anything at all.” You tilted your head to the side, watching Taishiro quietly for a moment before moving quickly to crash your lips against his in a heated kiss; uncaring about the fact you had only just had another dragon’s cocks in your mouth. Only wishing to taste your mate.

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  “You, my king.”

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It's actually important to me that, while Ganondorf is very very Evil™, he has never been portrayed as an old pervert (unlike Vaati, I think? I kind of forgot sorry).

He only wants power, and the reason why Zelda is often captured is that she has light power and the Triforce of Wisdom (and since she isn't a fighter like Link he doesn't see the point of testing her strength, maybe?). He basically uses her as bait to lure Link.

That's all. No alliance, no forced marriage, no creepiness, just power. Although I do wish Nintendo would allow Zelda to fight her archenemy by herself (let Zelda be the true heroine of her legend please).

And even though the Gerudos seem to have beef with him, they never implied that he was a big perv and made them uncomfortable (did he have any offspring while he was their king? I've always wondered about this)

So when I read a fic that depicts him as being the Ultimate Perv Daddy who wants to conquer the world with his dick, it cracks me up buuut makes me a bit uncomfortable too. Cause I'm like "hmmmmm no he would never do that he may be greedy but he's not a creepy old perv"

#zelda is the true rival and ennemy of ganon #because she represents everything he hates and wants to possess #after all she's the reincarnation of the goddess Hylia #Link is only her guardian tbf #if ganon kills zelda link becomes irrelevant #but ig he'd prefer to use her as bait to lure Link and fight him #he's a warlord after all #my thoughts #idk what to think about the over-sexualization of him within the fandom #I mean he's hot buuuuut idk #why not aroace ganondorf #I want to add that it's not a call out post #I'm just expressing my thoughts