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satoruhour · 3 months

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nanami and geto=pulling hair

AHDJSKFMDKXJXUXU PLEASE I NEED THEM SO BAD IT HURTS

a/n: i dont write brat!reader often and i hate this but uhm .. :”) got inspiration for geto’s part from this fanart :3 also nanami’s inspiration here and here / tagging @jabamin @screampied @marimogf @redskyvenus @kizoken @osaemu @satorena @suguella @t4kio

wc: about 1.5k for each

warnings: hair pulling for both, fem!reader, brat!reader, geto is a lil rough, oral (m! receiving), deep-throating, semi-public sex, use of ‘slut’ (geto), tension, semi-public sex, a lil ooc nanami ig, use of ‘slut’, unprotected p -> v sex, squirting, breeding / creampie kink (nanami), n*sfw under the cut

✶ GETO

geto’s grip around your waist only tightens when you press up more against him in the crowded business convention, purposefully grinding your ass into his front that’s already sporting a hard-on that looks like it hurts.

but suguru is a master at keeping his feelings in, like how this business partner of him is boring the shit out of him and how much he wants to push you to your knees in front of everyone and shove his cock in your mouth.

“don’t you wanna just do away with all this pretentious shit? spread me open and give a show to everyone in this boring ass convention?” you whisper against his skin with your head craned up just to see how his jaw tenses and he almost drops his flute of champagne, “hm? don’t you want everyone to know how good you make me feel?”

“behave, sweetheart.”

“no,” you giggle, and geto rolls his eyes with a small smile on his face. you know it’s all fun and games; he loves taming the brat in you, but the brat in you is just begging to be punished, “you know you love me.”

“that, i can vouch for, but making me hard in public? i’ll need you to tone it down, baby.”

“but i want you, don’t you want me?” you’re pulling out all the stops, now, tits in full view from how he was behind you just scouring the many businessmen and women walking about and making small talk. even now, your hips torture him in the best way, rolling slowly and bit by bit.

“you’re riding a thin line here.” he warns with a peck to your hair.

“i’d rather be riding your dick, sugu . .” it’s whispered so tenderly, so softly, your hands skilled when they close over his that rest comfortably on your waist. “in our hotel room, or on the balcony, please . .?”

all geto manages is a strained, polite smile to the approaching mr. mamato who seems a little puzzled at the rejection, but with reassurance from the former, all is well. your lover has no qualms about keeping a tight clasp around your intertwined fingers, champagne flutes abandoned and heels clacking quickly against the floor to the lift lobby.

and you cast your spell again, getting back on your brat shit once the elevator doors close since it was quite a ride to the floor of the hotel. geto sighs quietly when you trail your hand along his belt and down the zip where there was a noticeable bulge and you squeeze, relishing in the silent gasp he lets out. you both know that once he looks at you, you two would have to be pried from the elevator so he settles for deep breaths.

but it’s all sloppy, wet kisses once he’s got you pushed against your suite’s door, multitasking hands zipping open your dress and pulling your bra past your tits and revelling in your perk, erect nipples. a small jump is muttered from his lips and you follow easily, propped up so perfectly where his mouth fits just around your nipple and that draws a loud moan, hips grinding against his torso for any kind of friction.

geto is strong, with one hand holding you, the other lands a spank on your ass and he releases your tits with a pop!

“what makes you think you deserve that?” you’re on the balcony by now, the breathtaking view of the many other touristy attractions right next to the hotel but geto would rather look at your defeated expression, doe eyes, pout and all.

“i’ve been goo—”

your lover’s hand from behind goes up to pull hard on your hair, forcing you to look up at him and he smiles when he spots your thighs rubbing together.

“don’t lie to my face, baby,” he lowers you to your knees and each breath feels like it could kill you. you love every second of it — geto commanding you, the dark of his eyes and the parting of his lips, “we both know you’ve been trying to toy with me since the start of the convention.”

“i didn’t say when—” you grin.

“and don’t play smart with me, little slut.” a small moan leaves your mouth at that, eyes flicking between his eyes and his other hand skillfully unbuckling his pants and you let out a little squeal when his cock’s removed from his underwear. he’s always so big and heavy that it slaps against your face and you grin, immediately sticking out your tongue and he feels his chest swell with pride just a little at your obedience.

and he releases your hair, reaching behind for his cigs and lighter. the air fills with the familiar odour of nicotine, “suck.”

you do, planting your hands onto his thighs and making a big show of whatever you wanted to do, but you’re only suckling on his tip, smiling through the pre-cum that slips past your mouth. he’s quite lenient, letting you tap his tip on your tongue and stroking him with both hands alongside small groans, but it’s not what he wants.

“do you want to suck me off or not?” geto whispers, almost like a threat. cigarette in mouth, he grabs your jaw and it squishes your cheeks, “hm?” he gives you one last chance when you nod so adorably, mouth messy with pre and your saliva that he just wants to bend you over and fuck you dumb.

but when you go back to teasing him — tugging on his balls, keeping to sucking harshly on his tip (even if it feels so damn good), looking up through your eyelashes like you’re not doing anything is when he’s getting a better hold on your hair, gathering it into a makeshift ponytail and scoffs.

you’re really in for a treat, now. there’s no warning before he pulls on your hair and brings you in again, smiling when he hears you gag at how deep his cock had reached in your throat. he coos inwardly when he sees that there’s already tears forming, but all you have on your face is a little sick grin and so he continues his assault.

geto pushes and pulls, leaving you no choice but to bob your head along his veiny shaft with very little time to breathe. it’s too intoxicating each time you’re up to the hilt, pubes smelling like sweat and Louis V cologne as you moan continually against him, sending vibrations up his body. you know his body like the back of your hand that you know every twitch of his dick, every jerk of his hips into your warm, inviting mouth.

“f-fuck . . maybe she does know how to use her mouth properly,” he mumbles, eyes fixated on your smudging eyeliner while your mouth is stretched out to accommodate him.

“su— mmfgf—!” suguru leaves you no time to breathe, guiding you roughly with your hair while he continues to smoke without a care in the world, not caring that the sounds of you choking on his fat cock could probably be heard by the neighbouring suite rooms. in a feat of defiance, again, you come off of him with a giggle, saliva strings connecting you and his dick, but he’s having none of that.

with one forceful thrust, geto shoves his cock into you, enjoying the corners of your eyes welling up with tears as you gargle and sputter, breathing hard through your nose. “i told you, do it properly. need ya to learn your lesson.”

you look truly pathetic like this, on the balcony floor of the hotel you were just in the function room for, but now you’re stuffed full of your boyfriend’s length, hands periodically squeezing his thighs. he grunts out your name, mixed in with little groans and pants of just how much your mouth resembled your pussy, drunk on the way his tip feels at the back of his throat.

“mmm . .” you hum, more used to the feeling now when you’re feeling him twitch and pulse in your mouth and you make sure to swirl your tongue, keeping eye contact with him.

“just— just like that, shit . .” suguru’s grasp on your head loosens with each step closing to his orgasm, putting out his cig just so he could focus on you and you only, “take it, take my cock down your throat like a filthy slut.”

geto’s shivering, hunched over your figure while you take the chance to move your head a little, slurping up all the saliva with hands squeezing over and over, sending your lover’s senses into overdrive. it doesn’t take long until he’s cumming down your throat with your head held to the base of his pelvis, heart clenching when he feels your muffled moans and then sees his overflowing cum.

“let me see . .” he asks absentmindedly, feeling just a little bad at the way you’re breathing so hardly, but he knows you don’t mind when you wrap a hand around his cock again, milking him for what he’s worth and sloppily sucking the mingling of saliva and cum from your skin. you’re quick to get back to sucking again, desperate for dick, and geto knows he’s found his perfect half.

✶ NANAMI

“these curses really need to stop emerging,” you frown with a groan, stuck in a never-ending meeting with yaga and nanami. in front of you were books littered with information about curses from the edwardian era, noting a similarity in both appearance and powers in the increasingly threatening curse that spawned in okinawa. so far, research has been scarce, providing for anything but the information you were looking for.

all the while, nanami’s looking at you through goggles, hiding behind the translucency of it as the open page of his tattered book is left abandoned only because he was so distracted by you.

you were stuck in a weird place with nanami — always getting stuck in precarious situations, mingling breaths, beating hearts to the point where you’d wanna throw up. you both knew relationships were a farce in the world of jujutsu sorcery, but even so, to deny the way you were the first one he’d check up on whenever you finished missions . . you might be falling off the deep end sooner or later.

“perhaps it would be wise to take a break, for lunch at least,” yaga only sighs, rubbing at his temples from his similar conquest, but none of you were actually able to match the photos to the drawings drawn up by sorcerers of the past. he takes the chance to leave the room for some food at the pantry, leaving just both you and nanami and the tension goes up by a hundredfold.

you don’t exactly hate it, but it becomes exceptionally clear when the universe seems to be against you from the first hour of research. from dropping your pen right in front of nanami that allowed a peek of your chest, to your printed photos flying right to the chair beside him, reaching over his whole body to retrieve them.

nanami is dying to smell you, again.

it’s loads of reading, glad for the knock of the door as you answer the call of the first-year students right outside the office, closed to a small gap since yaga asked you two to keep it confidential, but with the way you’re sticking out your ass . . he swears he can feel himself harden. before long, he’s hearing you bid goodbye to the three of them before your bracelet comes loose and it falls, and the sound of metal against wood is so loud that he’s glad he’s heard it.

because nanami’s attention is once again drawn to your plump ass, and he’s sure you’re doing this all on purpose with the way not one part of your legs are bent, and he can just see the peep of your panties. his skin burns.

“they wanted to know if they could help in any way,” you laugh when you return, albeit a little awkwardly after that whole thing you pulled. you weren’t even sure if nanami would look — he was a man set on ending work at 6pm and would want to do as much work before then, for god’s sake, so when all he does is nod curtly, you’re swallowing your feelings, not wanting to risk everything again.

once the clock strikes 6, nanami’s the first to stand, excusing himself with a bow, but not before he’s passing you a piece of paper folded carefully. so meticulously that he wanted you to open it without yaga seeing, pleasantly surprised when you see his graceful hand write out see me in the library.

you think nothing of it, taking the books that were from the library and making up some excuse of going to continue in there to yaga who waves you off with a grateful thanks, a yelp drawn from your throat when you see nanami just hovering beside the door frame.

he looks like he’s about the throw up — one look at his trousers tells you otherwise, breaking that barrier when you step closer to him courageously. “i don’t think we should waste any more time, dear (y/n).”

“what do you mean?” nanami has such a way with that voice of his, that you let him take the heavy books from your hand without any fight, without any resistance, gasping softly as he grabs your waist almost timidly. but you have been dancing around each other for too many months, and everything just felt right.

“you know what i mean, doll.”

every minute nanami spends with your body becomes more and more intense, first starting out with a soft and gentle question to rougher, sloppier kisses, and down to your body right to your cunt where he stroked himself whilst eating you out; and the way nanami fucks, god. he’d take his time but . .

“wanted this fuckin’ pussy for so long, f-fuck . .” nanami groans, body flush against yours while he pounds into you from behind. the library definitely is not soundproof, but after seeing your pretty panties and tasting your cunt, sinking his fat cock into your hole was just perfect and god forbid he held back on the first time.

“k—kento . . please—!” the tatami mats of the school’s library were looking like crap, no doubt from the lack of use of this place, but you use it to your heart’s content, soaking the mats with your mixed juices and sweat. but that meant you had no anchor to hang on to, grasping and scratching at the floor for anything when nanami angles his hips and sucks hickeys into your neck from behind. “love it, wan’ more, wan’ more—”

“yeah? pretty little slut wants more?” nanami’s head spins at the way your hips move back onto his as well, head turning and nodding just so you can look at the man who’s blowing your back out in his alma mater’s library, hair tousled and sweat lining his brow. “after teasing me these few months — s-shit — can i really give it to her?”

he speaks with a strain, hypnotising hands moving up and down your back and onto your ass, spreading it just so he could see the way you take him, pussy stretched and all. nanami lets out a shaky breath, not believing that whatever he’s always fantasised about is coming true, and right after this, he’s sure to get you a bouquet of flowers and a decent day out, not before a morning after pill though.

“you’re so mean . . teasin’ me, showin’ me your panties,” he gives your ass a smack, groaning out loud at the recoil, “what makes you think ’m gonna give it t’you?”

all you had to do was look up at him with doe eyes, using a weak, flailing arm to grab out for him but failing and he finds it so goddamn cute that he smiles to himself and succumbs anyway, chuckling as he runs his hands down your back. although, they don’t stop there — they find your hair and he twines your locks around his fingers and pulls, prompting a loud whine from you.

“ken—!” your pornographic moans are downright obscene, together with the messy mix of your cum and his pre all around your core, it was truly disgustingly filthy, “f-fuuckk . . yes, r-right there!”

nanami all but follows your sounds, triggering your arch with such a strong pull on your hair that the pain translates into pleasure. with his knees, he nudges your legs to open even more and you cry out his name at how deep his throbbing cock reaches in you, gummy walls sucking him in and clenching around his length so harshly.

“pussy’s just so good to me, god,” he moans, feeling so hot in his work outfit that wasn’t even fully stripped down. his blue work shirt is soaked, as with his trousers, full of your cum that’s starting to form a white ring around the base of his shaft. he purposefully pulls on your hair to meet your lips, murmuring onto your skin, “’m close, baby.”

nanami’s thrusts are accurate, precise, hitting all the sweet spots in you relentlessly until you’re saying incoherent sentences, thighs already starting to shake until he starts rubbing at your clit. the sensations overwhelm you; the still strong tug of your hair, the pap! pap! pap! of his hips against your ass, the circles on your clit that matches the thrusts — and you’re cumming and squirting with a lax jaw and eyes that roll to the back of your skull.

“c-cumming, kento— ’m cummi—!” you babble, hips grinding back onto his for more even when you’re spraying juices all over, whole body convulsing from the climax, “s’good, s’good—”

just seeing you fall apart from his cock has him reaching his high, hips stuttering into your warm pussy to pump you full of his cum and he makes sure you catch every last drop, the hand tangled in your hair pushing right down on your head into the tatami mats.

nanami catches the ghost of a smile on your face before your body moves against his, again, using your own hands to spread your cheeks just to make sure he sees the cum he’s planted in you.

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billvsgirl · 5 months

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the songbird : part one

summary ; reader is a beloved, headstrong singer at a saloon in new mexico. billy is just looking for somewhere to play some poker. it’s a match made in heaven.

warnings ; some heavy insinuation (only above the cut) but aside from that, none yet 👀 i dont know if you can classify this as a slow burn but it is for me because my writing stamina is weak as hell 😇 also i might have accidentally mary sue’d reader but thats my issue

also not beta read (im lazy)

author’s note ; HIII to anyone who’s reading this, i’m sorry in advance, this is my first time writing in a very long while so forgive me. if you have any comments or suggestions please let me know 🙏 i thank @goosita and @billysgun for inspiring me to write for billy (y’all always eat thank you for supplying me with the best billy fics) pls let me know if y’all wanna see more of this series and i’m open to requests !!! okay thats all tyty

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billy pulled the door closed behind himself ever so carefully, making sure not to alert anyone else who might still be awake in the boarding house.

he turned towards the room to look at you; waiting infront of him expectantly- yet still a bit nervous, akin to a tense game of cards. it was his move now.

you leaned into his touch as he brought a hand up to caress your cheek, stroking gently with his thumb. “my beautiful girl,” he spoke softly, quirking the corners of his lips up into a smile.

“are you sure you’re alright with this, darlin’? we don’t have to.”

but oh, how you so desperately wanted to. because it was him, because it was billy.

he had wandered into your life by chance; a raggedy stray appearing in a saloon on a friday night, just looking to make some cash off of a game of poker.

you were there, too, hidden behind a humble stage curtain. you dusted some lint off of your dress and cleared your throat before donning your guitar and revealing yourself to the bar patrons with a confident, nearly sanguine smile.

“why hello there, everyone! d’ya miss me?”

and you had the instant attention of the majority of the tired souls in the saloon, ears and eyes becoming alert. if there weren’t smiles, there were whistles, cheers, claps- and other things inbetween.

there was no argument amongst the patrons that you were special. you held a strong and awfully charismatic persona when you were up on that stage, performing each weekend. when you had first started singing publicly, give or take a year or so ago, it took time for the people there to pay mind to you- but there was only so much they could do before your cadence, your charm, drew them in. and now, the townsfolk always looked forward to your appearances.

“oh please, don’t flatter me! it’ll all go to my head. how’s ‘bout we get to some songs instead, boys?”

a bit of soft laughter could be heard, dispersed throughout the room, before some more scattered claps- and a low chatter returned within the building while you propped yourself onto the stool at the center of the platform.

“learned this one from my father- i hope y’all enjoy it, an’ feel free to sing along if ya’ know it too.”

you began to strum, and the noise in the room lowered at your command. if anyone wasn’t paying attention before, they were now.

“O bury me not,”

and the raggedy stray finally looked up from his hand of cards, sapphire blue eyes taking in your beauty for the first time.

“on the lone prarie.”

your voice was amber honey flowing over a silver spoon, it was devistatingly sweet on the tongue, and all the more addicting. even the most haughty cowboys couldn’t help but lend an ear to you.

“these words came low, and mournfully

from the pallid lips of the youth who lay

on his dying bed at the close of day.”

of course, it didn’t hurt the fact that you were pretty. anyone would agree. but the men there stopped bothering you with crude requests and comments a long time ago- you’d established that it wouldn’t be tolerated, that you weren’t some woman of the night who’d play into the egos of these dogs who assumed they were above everyone else. and what were they to do?

nevertheless, you were alluring. you had a voice that charmed snakes and tempted songbirds to whistle along. so, eventually, they left you be. and that was the way it was.

“he had wasted and pined ‘til o’er his brow,

death’s shades were slowly gathering now

he thought of home and loved ones nigh

as the cowboys gathered to see him die.”

some of the patrons softly sang along to that folk song, including the one that sat a bit further from the stage, who had laid his cards aside later than the others.

he wasn’t fully aware of the small smile etched across face, but he was aware of the way your dress draped gracefully over your legs, the way your hair flowed freely upon your head, the way your eyelashes batted against your skin each time you blinked, the way your hands held your guitar.

he was well aware that he had not seen a lady like you before.

and well after you finished your set, and you had taken time to sit down at the bar and thank the bartender for your drink, he found it in himself to approach you.

and if you were a bit apprehensive, he took mind of that, and kept a small distance whilst lowering his hat from his head.

“hello, ma’am, how are you doin’ tonight?”

you couldn’t help but soften your hardened expression just a bit at the sight of him; eyes that bore right into your heart and pleaded innocence, even though you had heard the chatter throughout the bar that night;

that he had accumulated bounties, that he was a force not to be reckoned with,

that he was ‘dangerous.’

“quite alright, thank ya’, can i help you, cowboy?”

you were curious, but you weren’t downright stupid. you’d certainly dealt with worse, and the demeanor of this man begged that he had no distasteful intentions, but there was further convincing to be done for your guard to come down.

“i just wanted to say- you’ve got a real beautiful voice. it was a nice treat after the day i’ve had, ma’am.”

his voice was soft, and he carried himself well, though you could hear notes of nervousness in the way his breath hitched slightly halfway through his speech. you tilted your head a bit, furrowing your brows.

“you’re william bonney, isn’t that right?”

he shifted his stance, breaking eye contact to look down towards the hat he held in his hands. he cleared his throat and looked back up at you with a coy smile.

“yes’m, so you’ve heard- i’ve heard em’ talkin’ about you too, albeit, for much nicer reasons, miss y/n y/l/n.”

and if the way your name rolled off of his tongue made your cheeks a couple of shades pinker than usual, that was your business and nobody else’s.

he was good looking, that couldn’t be denied. good looking in the kind of way that carried much more depth than anyone you’d seen before. good looking in the way of his strikingly blue eyes, his brown hair that curled up at the ends, the button up shirt and pants that complimented his figure perfectly, his strong, yet softened, demeanor.

“so, s’it true? what they say about you?”

“depends what they’re sayin’, ma’am. maybe, maybe not.”

“well, are you as dangerous as they say you are?”

“only when i need to be, ma’am.”

he was definitely a gentleman- that, or he was putting up a real good act. it wasn’t often that you were approached out of genuine, unsolicited interest. but william- who now insisted you instead call him billy, went silent each time you even looked like you wanted to say something.

and on the two of you went, having conversation through the rest of the night. he didn’t let on about a lot of things, he’d gotten used to being a man of few words. he wanted to know everything about you- as much as you were comfortable saying. and to his delight, you had lots to say.

the both of you were a few drinks in by the time you were sat side by side, filling the near empty saloon with laughter.

“and- and then what?” his smile was sickeningly wide.

“well, my mama always told me i should never let a man use me as a doormat, so i grabbed my saddlebag an’ swatted him right in the groin!”

billy chuckled lightly, imagining that scenario before taking another sip of his whiskey.

“serves ‘m right, the men here know less a’ how to treat women than they do knowin’ when’s appropriate to draw a gun.” he huffed out.

you set your elbow on the counter, resting your head on your hand. “i bet your mama’s real proud a’ you, billy. she raised you just as anyone should.”

he held his smile for just a second before moving to look down at his glass. he remained silent for a few moments, and you followed suit, understanding why.

“m’ sorry, i didn’t know-“

“no, it’s alright,” he looked up at you, offering a smile once again. “i hope that she is. i’m always just trying my best to do what’s right- what’s just. sometimes the law doesn’t wanna paint it that way, but i know what i’ve seen and done.”

and you trusted his word. you had let your guard down like this for the first time possibly ever with anyone who wasn’t family. you and this raggedy stray were both different birds, flying far from the flock. having his company was something new, something exciting. and you hungered to know more.

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kingofthe-egirls · 8 months

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EXHIBITIONISM: LUFFY x Y/N

original idea by @thevirtualvalentine 💕 thank you so much for letting me play with this scenario! it sparked something sexy in me and i dont think im the same after ☠️

(cw: exhibitionism, sex, dirty talk, slut/whore/bitch, dom!luffy, handcuffs/chains)

(a/n: hhhnnngggg im sooo normal so normal)

Songs: "Sexy Villain" by Remi Wolf

words: 1.5k

“There she fucking is,” Luffy pants, marveling at the sounds you’re making, his hand around your throat. “Thought ya’d never speak up.”

You whimper, moaning against the bars of your cell. Your hands are cuffed in front of you, like Luffy’s, but he’s using the chain of his to pull your hips back against him as he fucks you. The iron digs into your stomach, your torso left bare for all of Udon to see. Jeers come from the neighboring cells.

“No fair! Why don’t we get to see her!?”

“Yeah, make some noise! We wanna hear ya cum!”

“Scream for us, girlie!”

And other profanities are shouted your way. Even the guards are palming themselves at their posts. Your blood boils, anger fighting with lust as the infamous Mugiwara no Luffy fucks you like a toy.

“Ah, fuckin’ listen to them,” Luffy moves from choking you to playing with your tits, pinching harshly at your sensitive nipples. You cry out, and immediately bite your lip. A roar of encouragement comes from your fellow prisoner audience.

“S’hot, isn’t it baby?” He leans forward to lick the shell of your ear. His tongue is hot and strong, just like the rest of him. He sucks at your neck possessively. “‘M takin’ ya home with me,” he murmurs, palming your tits before sliding his hands down to grip your waist. His pace quickens. “Every pirate needs a whore, hah? And the king deserves the best, dontcha think?”

His pace is rapid, now, approaching the first of many climaxes for the night. This has become a sort of routine, with you two. It had started as just flirting, both of you skipping hands over knees, pressing elbows into sides, as you passed each other doing “chores” for the guards.

Then kissing started, snuggled together as much as you could be on the cell floor. And then fucking.

When Luffy fucks, he fucks loud.

It wasn’t a secret for very long, before the surrounding cellmates heard you two going at it like hungry wolves.

And then the cheering started.

It’s a nightly show, almost, kept under wraps by the guards who are too horny to get the two of you to stop. If anyone gets near the cell bars anyway, Luffy fends them off with a wave of conqueror’s haki. And he never lets them touch you during the day. Devil fruit or no, there’s no way he’s letting them get their disgusting hands on you.

Oh, they can jerk off and jeer, for all Luffy cares, but they’re not allowed to touch you. You’re his whore, he decided the first moment you brushed your knuckles along the back of his hand, passing by him in the dusty path. He had felt an electric jolt of want course through him, and one touch of his haki told him you felt the same. It wasn’t long before the two of you started fucking every night.

Now, he slaps your ass with the flat of his hand. Somehow still flexible in his cuffs, he lands another slap, and then another. He lets the dogs outside watching call out a count: all the way to ten. Your ass cheek is tingling. Luffy leans forward again, caressing the spot that now bares his handprint. “Ready for the other side? Hm?” He grins, biting at your ear. “How ‘bout ten more this time?”

You whimper, wiggling your hips back against his pelvis. He slows his pace, just for a bit, letting you fuck yourself back onto his cock. You’re so desperate, for this.

“Yes, sir~!” You moan out, already drunk on the attention. He grunts.

“Hear that?” He asks the crowd, raising his voice enough to be heard, “She wants the other side, now!”

And Luffy spanks your ass twenty times for them. He’s not cruel: he doesn’t hit the same exact spot twice in a row, but god you’re gonna be sore tomorrow. “And it’s captain, bitch,” he murmurs in your ear.

“Yes, captain!” You moan almost immediately, closer to cumming than you’ve ever felt in your life. Your blood is running hot—hotter than fire—and Luffy’s chaotic thrusts are only bringing you closer and closer toward your delightful, little death.

“‘M cumming! ‘M cumming!” You manage out, gripping onto the sweaty bars in front of you. “Thank you Luffyyy!” He cackles behind you, speeding up just enough to tip you over the edge. Your eyes roll back, rocked to your core by a violent, sucker punch of an orgasm.

“Good girl,” he soothes, slowing down for you, “Such a good job for me, pretty,” he turns you around, cupping your face softly in both hands. He presses your back against the bars, cold metal stinging your exposed skin. You’re flushed, panting, and Luffy is grinning like the sun. His smile stretches halfway across his face, and you have no choice but to meet him with a soft smile of your own. (He’s too handsome for his own good).

It doesn’t take you long to figure out Luffy knocked out the surrounding voyeurs. There’s nothing but snoring, now. He laughs, running a hand through his hair as he backs up away from you. You lean back against the bars, yourself. Your legs feel like jelly. You meet his eyes from across the room, hazy and dark like glinting jewels. You cock an eyebrow.

“So, when are we getting out of here, captain?”

He grins.

****

It turns out to be tomorrow afternoon, in fact.

He scales the sheer cliff face with ease, having knocked out any potential threats with a sophisticated blow to their energetic awareness. Several guards slump over beneath you, spears still loosely grasped in their clumsy fists.

Luffy starts snickering almost immediately, your arms wrapped around his neck as he carries you like a backpack. “Was just waitin’ for the right time,” he tells you, cheeks flushed with exertion. You hop up another few feet, bouncing on his back a bit as he scales the cliff.

Your chest is pushed up against his back, with your legs wrapped around his thick torso. His build is sturdy, his strength immeasurable, and you feel almost at peace—like a baby koala.

You tell him as much, and he laughs.

“S’cute,” he huffs, reaching up to grab another jutting handhold in the rock face. “Ya like being my baby?”

You grin, tucked between his shoulder blades. Your lips move against his skin: yes. Your ratty t-shirt presses into him, absorbing his heat and warming you through. The night air sends chills down your spine, but only just. Luffy’s like a radiator, climbing with you on his back. He hums.

“Like having ya as my baby,” he continues, jumping upward several feet. You gasp, but he lands with both feet firmly planted against the rock face. His hands scrabble for a landing, loosely grasping at stone, before you start to tip backwards.

You shoot out your hand before you can think: gravity pulling at your stomach and twisting harshly. “No,” you hiss, gripping the stone in front of you so hard your fingers bruise. You grit your teeth against the sharpness of the stone, holding your weight long enough for Luffy to get a hold on the cliff face himself. Three quarters of the way there.

He pants. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” you mutter, and hide your face between his shoulder blades.

He climbs the rest of the way, and neither of you have another problem scaling the sheer wall surrounding Udon’s base. Luffy sighs, landing on his stomach once he pulls both of you up onto the ledge. You unwrap your limbs from his sweaty, shaking body before crawling off to collapse on your own.

“Cmon,” he croaks, grabbing your hand, “Can’t stop now.”

So you get up, and start walking.

All the way back to his ship.

****

After the war (which you sorta help with, in your injured, post-prison state) he takes you back to his ship for good.

“Here she is!” Luffy laughs, collapsing on the deck of his warship. “Our new crewmate!”

Usopp eyes you warily, slingshot clutched in his fist. “Wh-what’s her job?”

Luffy sits up, smiling. “She’s my girlfriend!”

You stare at him, blankly. He’s never mentioned that to you, nor has he ever used something so sweet to refer to you. "Whore" is usually more like it.

He stretches out a rubber arm to wrap around your waist. He brings you over onto his lap, grinning like a monkey. “She’s got the best—“

“Okay,” you slap his arm, cutting him off, “They don’t need to know the specifics.”

He stops, but only just.

His eyes are glimmering with mischief.

****

It’s not long before he’s pounding you into the mattress of his sweaty bed.

You’re crooning out sounds you never thought possible, with his monstrous speed and elongated rubber cock. He’s better than a vibrator, you think.

Luffy slaps your ass. “Atta girl,” he preens, “Let em hear ya.”

He’s an exhibitionist outside of prison, as well.

So are you.

So you scream and cry on his dick, letting Captain Luffy know just how much you need it.

#dumpster dive #my writing #one piece fanfic #fav #luffy fanfic #kitty speaks #luffy x reader #luffy x y/n #luffy smut #one piece fic #luffy fic #luffy x you

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hoesheez · 28 days

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Free Racha…

3Racha/AFAB Reader

WARNINGS: free use, unprotected sex, language

A/N: been wanting to write a fic with both studio sex and putting moans into a song, dont ask why haha

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

After dating the men of 3Racha for a few months now, you thought it was finally the perfect time to ask them something. It was something you had been thinking about for a while now, the thought of it fueled many of your late night thoughts you used to pleasure yourself. One day when the four of you were finally in the same room, you brought up your idea.

You were all hanging out in the kitchen, playing a game of UNO when you mustered up the courage to ask them. “Do you guys know what free use is?” Jisung practically choked on his drink, “Come again?” he asked as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Changbin had stifled a laugh and hid behind his cards while Chan turned to you with an eyebrow raised. “What about it?” he asked curiously.

The three men looked at you, your words caught in your throat. “Come on then,” Changbin said as he placed his hand on the table, his muscular arms flexing as he crossed them over his chest. “Yeah, tell us Y/n,” Jisung spoke next. Seeing as how you couldn’t get out of it now, you sighed and cleared your throat. “Well, I wanna try it with you guys, it really turns me on thinking about it.” The men looked at one another, “You sure?” Chan asked. With him being the first man you started dating out of the trio, he knew you more than the others did and wanted to make sure you knew what you were getting into. He placed a hand on your thigh and squeezed , “Cause Im definitely on board.” Changbin and Jisung stood up as if they’d miss out on something, “Me too!” they both said in unison. You giggled at their enthusiasm, “Cool, uhmm,” you said and stood up, walking over to Changbin and Jisung who sat on the other side of the table, “should we try it out now?” you leaned in front of them on your hands and looked at them with a devilish smirk. Changbin reached out and pulled you in for a kiss, meanwhile Chan was already behind you pulling down your pants. Changbin pulled away and began undoing his pants as you leaned over to Jisung and gave him a kiss next. “So guys, when will you both be free so we can start working on the song?” Chan asked as he licked his hand and pumped himself, getting ready to enter you from behind. By now, you were already leaning on your arms sucking off Changbin and Jisung simultaneously. “I have an appointment tomorrow, why not this weekend?” Changbin huffed as you worked on him, taking his length all the way to the back of your throat. “Cant, we’ll be at dance practice all day.” he explained as you pumped him with your free hand. The men continued to talk and go about their business as you obeyed and let them fuck you however they liked.

Ever since then, they’d use you freely whenever they wanted. Whether it be at home or in the studio. When you were alone with each of them or altogether, it was incredible. Your deepest desires finally coming true, and the men you loved sharing every experience with you.

So of course when chan texted you to come over to the studio, you knew that you’d be used and fucked exactly how you liked. Just the thought of it caused your pussy to ache with need. You got ready and decided to wear your prettiest lingerie, some tight shorts that made your ass look amazing and sprayed yourself with your most intoxicating perfume. You stopped by their favorite restaurant to get some food and hurried to the JYP building to meet your three boyfriends.

You rode the elevator up and went to your second favorite place besides home and knocked on the door. Jisung answered, looking you up and down in appreciation, but then paying more attention to the bags of food. He took them from you and let you inside, finally saying hello with a gentle kiss. Chan turned away from his computer and looked at you, then did a double take, this time looking at you longer. He tapped Changbin who was behind him on his phone. The muscular man looked up at him as if he was going to say something but then followed Chan’s eyes to where they fell on you. You watched as he bit his bottom lip and shifted in his seat. “I brought food,” you said and put your things down before coming over to give Chan a kiss. He kissed you back and held the back of your head, “You look amazing.” he whispered against your lips. You smiled and went to Changbin, who offered you a seat on his lap. You sat on his thick thighs and leant in to kiss him. He couldn’t help himself and immediately undid his pants, pulling out his thick cock for you to suck. You quickly moved on the couch, laying on your belly and taking him into your mouth. Jisung came to sit and you moved your legs up and allowed him to sit, putting your legs back on his lap after he sat down to begin eating his food. He used one of his free hands to squeeze your ass, “How’s the song coming along?” he asked with a full mouth. Chan sucked his teeth, “Its, okay,” he said with a nervous laugh. Changbin patted your head as you sucked his dick, your hands coming to tug on his balls. He moaned softly, “Should we take a break?” he suggested and Chan shook his head, “There’s really no time, we have to push through the night, we’ve got this.”

He stretched with a small groan and quickly went back to mixing sounds. Jisung tapped you to get you to move your legs and he got up and put his food down. “Lets hear what you have so far.” he said and reached around your back to unbutton your shorts and pull them down your legs. “Alright, its not very long but,” he said and a tune began playing.

It sounded great to you, but these men were professionals, anything less than perfect wasn’t good enough. So you minded your own business and continued to suck Changbin off, ready to help in any way you could. You perked your ass up to Jisung after he finished taking off your shorts. He leaned in and began kissing your rear, pulling your underwear down to get more access to your plush skin. “Its a good start, lets record some vocals and see.” Chan turned to him, “Should i just do that now? Maybe it’ll help us decide on how to finish it?” He asked between the two men. Changbin nodded, “Good idea.” he said and pushed you onto him further. You gagged and dug your nails into his taught thighs through his jeans.

Chan started to set up the microphone so he could add some vocals to the demo. Jisung had already taken his cock out and slid it against your wet folds, slapping your ass and moaning at how wet you were. You immediately pulled off of Changbin, “Harder, Sungie, please” you begged and Changbin roughly took you by the hair and shoved his cock back into your mouth. “Go on, give them another.” he groaned out as he held your head down, his dick at the back of your throat making you gag. Jisung slapped your rear again, harder this time and you squirmed under him with a moan.

Chan finished setting up the microphone and cleared his throat to begin singing . While he recorded, Jisung finally entered you, his dick dragging deliciously against your tight walls. Changbin let go of you and you inhaled deep, his cum mixed with your saliva dripped from your mouth. He removed his shirt revealing his muscular body and moved to be on his knees on the couch, much like the position Jisung was in on the other side. They had you now on either side and thrust into you roughly in tandem. You moaned deeply with a stuffed mouth as the men thrust into you hard. Chan sighed, his need to be inside of you growing. He tapped the spacebar on the keyboard and the new tune began to play.

“Wait,” he said suspiciously and played it again, “Did you guys hear that?” Changbin and Jisung stopped, as their leader played the snippet over. You payed attention to the music after the man stopped and you could hear a moan in the background of the song. “Was that?” Jisung asked and slammed into you from behind. “That actually, sounded pretty good.” Changbin said and pulled you off of him.

He moved to take Chan’s place at the computer, chan coming over to your waiting mouth and pulling himself from his shorts. “You’re moans sound so good, lets hear some more.” he entered your mouth and wasted no time in thrusting to hit the back of your throat. Jisung picked up his pace and fucked you harder, his hands gripped your rear, sure to leave beautiful marks. He huffed and moaned, thrusting faster and nearing his peak. You felt him pick up his speed, moaning loudly when he reached a hand between your legs and began rubbing your clit. You gagged and huffed on Chan’s dick, unable to move, only looking up at him with tears in your eyes. “Play it back.” he said and Changbin clicked the mouse and replayed the part he just recorded.

Your whiny moan played in the background with the baseline. The three of them looked at each other, “So, we’re doing this?” Chan asked with a laugh. You got off of him quickly, “Start recording! I’m gonna cum!” you yelped and Changbin quickly hit record and brought the microphone closer to you. You huffed out a few light moans, growing louder and louder until your orgasm washed over you. “Ahhhh!” you cried out beautifully, the boys stunned from the noise you had just made.Jisung chuckled and stuttered against you, soon reaching his peak. He sighed and leaned down, kissing the back of you neck and trailing soft kisses down your back.

Your throbbing core spasmed on his softening cock before he finally slipped out of you. Jisung then tucked himself into his pants and went to the computer to review what was going on. “Come here babe.” Chan said and he brought you by your hand to sit on his cock. Your breath hitched and he bottomed out, your hands going to his shirt and gripping hard. “Play that one back.” Chan said as you began riding the leaders cock, greedily bouncing up and down as your orgasming moans played from the computer speaker. Chan removed your top and immediately grabbed your breasts and squeezed them through your bra. “That one might be a little, too suggestive.” he pumped up into you, meeting your hips with his. Changbin and Jisung agreed and began editing it to sound more subtle. Your head rested on his chest as you moaned and whined with how good he was fucking you. “Babe,” he said softly and turned your face to his. “Thank you.” he whispered against your lips and you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, nibbling on his lower lip before you pulled away. He lifted you up and moved you to lay on your back on the couch. He grabbed one of your legs and pulled it closer to his body, letting the other hang off of the couch.

The sounds of your soaked and messy cunt caused the other men to look over at you getting fucked. Chan was fucking you so hard, your breasts bounced wildly with every thrust. “Damn.” Changbin said and stood up, and moved closer to you to fill your open mouth with his cock once again. “Let me try something,” Jisung mumbled and sat down, turning his attention to the computer. He clicked away and worked as you got pounded behind him: Chan picked up his pace, his thrusts becoming more brutal and precise, “See if there’s some samples saved, and add some autotune.” Chan grunted through his teeth, his hips stuttering as he climaxed. His seed shot into you and he moaned, breathy and soft. The sound of his moans and his last hard thrusts caused you to cum once again, your body involuntarily pulling away from him as you couldn’t handle the overstimulation.

“Auto tune? On the moans?” Jisung asked as he turned his head to look at Chan, who was standing up and stuffing himself back into his shorts. He went over to the computer and the two of them started disagreeing on how to finish the song. Changbin pulled out of your mouth and came to help you to stand up with a strong grip on your hand, “Just do rock, paper, scissors.” Changbin suggested and the other men began playing rock, paper, scissors to see if there will be auto tune or not. “Idiots,” Changbin said under his breath and the two of you laughed.

He turned you so that your back was to him, then he lifted you up, holding your thighs and arms with his arms over you.He thrust up into you, his balls slapping against your ass loudly. The arguing men quickly noticed what was going on, their heads turning and jaws going slack as Changbin used his strength to fuck you in a full vaginal nelson.

“Ahhh fuck!.” you cried out as he fucked you fast and deep. Jisung tapped chan to start recording and put the microphone in front of you, capturing your babbles and moans for them to hear later. “Assholes,” you huffed out, feeling your body go flush, all of a sudden feeling slightly embarrassed. The men teased you and laughed with you as Changbin continued.

“Well the songs almost done, just a bit more tweaking.” Chan said and focused on his work. Jisung brought his hand to your cunt, using his fingers to rub your clit, “Good, I’m so ready to head home,” he sighed and rubbed you faster. Changbin picked up his pace, fucking you faster, “You close?” You nodded, tears falling from your eyes at this point, “Yes Binnie.” Jisung continued to rub you, and along with Changbin’s brutal thrusts, you soon came, squirting with a small scream. The youngest’s jaw dropped as he got wet in the process, “Wow! Do it again!”

Changbin soon came into you, his strong arms holding you tight as he grunted out his climax. He sighed and put you on the floor, kissing your cheek before you stumbled and fell into Jisung’s body. He held you close, “Okay fine, maybe next time.” he kissed you on the lips and brought you to sit on the couch, which soon turned into you laying on his and Changbin’s laps. Chan came over and kissed you on the forehead, “Let me clean you up.” His voice was soothing as he grabbed some tissues to clean you and gave you the spare shirt and shorts he kept in his studio for emergencies.

The four of you relaxed and ate after the intense session. Changbin massaged your legs and feet, while Jisung rubbed your head gently and occasionally bent down to kiss you. Chan sat on the floor next to you, eating his food and feeding you at the same time. Once he was done, he went over to the computer, “Ok so, this is the song so far.” The song that played through the speakers was a slow r&b track with high hats and a sample of Chans vocals, along with your occasional moans hidden in the background music. “And heres what it sounds like with autotune.” he said and played the song. It sounded horrible, definitely not as good as the first. You all agreed it was trash with a look at one another, Jisung breaking out into a contagious laugh. They teased the way your moans sounded with the note changes thanks to the tuning, something you were sure they’d never stop doing for a while. You just laughed and enjoyed the moment with them, ecstatic that they cared about you so much and that you could truly be yourself with them.

A/N: no because tell me they wouldn’t tease you relentlessly with auto tune moan jokes lmao also this definitely isn’t one of MY fantasies 👀 you have no proof!!

#stray kids #stray kids smut #3racha smut #3racha #bang chan #seo changbin #han jisung #kpop smut #studio seeeexxxxxx #not my fantasy haha

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slttygeto · 7 months

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1:49 — “i didn’t think you’d be into an old man like me”

pairing: principal! yaga x teacher! reader

note: had this horrible thought about yaga…… so this is very self indulgent.

c.w: age gap (reader is in late-20s, yaga is 47), perv! yaga, reader is a teacher at jujutsu high (but yaga met her when she was still getting started w jujutsu. if you’re uncomfortable with that, please dont read it) fucking in his office, p in v, protected sex.

thinking about teacher! reader and principal! yaga who pretend like they have the most respectful relationship, but in reality he’s bending her over his desk and fucking her brains out whenever he gets the chance to.

it’s a bit complicated at first, he tries to tell himself that he shouldn’t think of you this way but it’s been a couple of years and you’ve grown…so beautifully, and so his eyes can’t help but wander down to your legs that seem to have gotten smoother and looked so nice to hold, or the way your face and voice are much more mature now. but yaga still tells himself to stop and find something else to focus on.

only to find out that you were probably thinking of him the same way. you hold eye contact for too long, you’re always playing with your hair when he’s talking to you and fucking god—those eyes you give him. he always has to clear his throat and look away because he can feel himself harden in his pants.

so when he finally has you in his office, on his desk with your legs spread open and your arousal smeared on his beard, he almost shuts down and he tells himself to focus—on your pussy, on the way your clit throbs at the slightest attention, at how your arms shake as you try to hold yourself up and whine to him that you “just wanna cum” and yaga almost loses it.

“yeah, you wanna cum?” his thumb rubs circles on your clit and he coos when you purse your lips and nod in response, lustful eyes looking down at him and hoping he would just give in.

“where? on my cock?” and when your eyes roll to the back of your head at the thought of his fat cock rearranging your insides, yaga has to take a moment and think of what he could’ve possibly done to turn you on this much or have you this attracted to him.

“your cock,” you’re out of breath when you say it. “please.”

yaga stands back up and slaps a condom on and pushes past your folds slowly, making sure that you were okay. he glances towards you and curses under his breath when he finds you looking down at where his cock was slowly entering you. you could feel every inch of him, and fuck was he big.

you were expecting it given the sheer size of the man, but now that he was moving inside you and slowly fucking you stupid, you were starting to think that maybe you weren’t made for his cock and so you voice it out and the man loudly disagrees.

“not made to take my cock? look at you,” he grabs the back of your head and makes you look down, adding another sharp thrust that makes you lose your breath for a second. “that pussy is taking me better than any i’ve had,” he grips your hair and keeps you in place, he forces to watch as your pussy swallows every inch of him so greedily and when he notices how the visual makes you so fucked out, he lets you lie down on the desk and starts pounding into you so hard that you yelp with every thrust.

“perfect,” thrust. “pretty,” thrust. “pussy.” his big hands were gripping your waist, and you were certain that his hold was gonna bruise your skin just because of how firmly he was grabbing you.

“fuck, i didn’t think you’d be into an old man like me,” he says out of breath and you just wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer.

“old men fuck me better.” you say in a sultry tone and yaga unwraps your legs from around his waist and pins them to your chest and starts pounding into you.

the sound of skin slapping against each other fills his office very quickly. his grunts and your moans were obscene, and you were sure that if anyone were to walk past the room they’d hear the filthiest sounds.

after a couple of strokes, you cum on yaga with a loud cry and he finishes shortly after you. he buries his face in your neck and the realization of what just happened slowly sinks in and he feels horrible about it.

2023 ; all works belong to @ slttygeto. do not repost my works on any other platofrm.

#moon's works #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #yaga masamichi #yaga x reader #yaga smut #jujutsu kaisen

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luvymelody · 4 months

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yuji itadori , jujustu kaisen - bloodline : ariana grande

"please?"

( i dont watch jjk 😭 i wanted to write this cuz yuji a cutie patootie if i have certain shit wrong mb 🙏 )

y/n decided to get up early today and even go to class early, they were just randomly filled with energy to decided to do their thing. they walked along the halls that sunlight shined through the open windows as they opened the sliding doors.

they found yuji, their boyfriend and classmate surprisingly early, sleeping slumped in his seat. y/n raised an eyebrow, walking up to the boy, poking him in the cheek.

"itadori? why are you sleeping here?"

yuji slowly blinked his eye to find y/n bending down infront of his face, his expression brightened, letting out a-

"y/n!"

-before kissing them with his hands on their cheeks, squishing their face together as yuji stood up and wrapped his arms around them. sitting on the table infront of his chair with y/n between his legs.

"okay mister, why are you sleeping in the classroom?"

"um, i keep coming late and gojo might take my head off, sooo- i came early so he wouldn't!"

"how early?"

"like, i don't know a few hours?"

"WHAT?"

"don't judge! if i didn't i would be a few hours late to class!"

y/n blankly stared at the boy, the boy held a big smile as he held eye contact with them and y/n just couldn't be weirded out at his smile.

"you're so cute but so weird.."

"shh.. i love you."

yuji wrapped his arms around y/n, pulling them in closer as yuji tucked his head towards y/n's neck, softly kissing along the side of their neck as he slowly moved his hands towards their hip as he held the soft flesh of their skin between his fingers as he slipped his fingers underneath their shirt.

y/n gasped at the feeling pf yuji's lips on their neck, gripping onto his shoulders as their lips trembled and noises threatened to come out.

"i-itadori!"

"you wanna know what i was dreaming about?"

yuji leaned away, unbuttoning his shirt, stopping after a few buttons were undone. his other hand hovering over y/n's buttons.

"can-can i? please baby."

yuji begged, his breathing getting faster as y/n whipped their head towards the door.

"but, what about the others?"

"we don't have to be here, we can go to my room."

yuji said, rubbing the sides of their waist as he continued leaving kisses around them. but yuji already made them desperate, the feeling of kisses lingered on their frame and y/n took his lips, kissing him as they unbuttoned the rest of the shirt. yuji followed suit with unbuttoning y/n's shirt.

yuji stood up, picking up y/n and placing them on the table, securing them on the desk and he swapped their positions with quick passion. going back to kissing y/n as he whimpered into their mouth and y/n felt around his torso.

gojo walked to the classroom, noticing how the classroom door was slightly open as kissing noises came out from the room. his eyebrows furrowed in disgust, already thinking about yuji and y/n who were probably making out in the room.

he peeked through gap, leaning his body away from the door so he wasn't seen. he saw yuji, his body leaning into y/n as y/n's legs were wrapped around yuji's waist, their hands interlocked around his neck as they continued kissing.

gojo saw enough in the 2 seconds, walking away and texting his first year group chat with a sigh and the feeling to puke coming up his throat that class was cancelled today due to horny teenagers.

gc name : first years and the best (worst) teacher ever 😨😢🥱😴😈

grandpa gojo : class is cancelled.

megumi : why??

grandpa gojo : i just saw the most horrifying thing ever ok dont talk to me.

mean KUGISAKI : bro just say

grandpa gojo : yuji. and l/n. were KISSING.

megumi : ok they always kiss they peck each other every second

finger eater : GOJO U SAW NOTHING

grandpa gojo : STOP. DONT BE HORNY TEENAGERS IN THE CLASSROOM

mean KUGISAKI : YUCK WERE YOU GUYS FUCKING

finger eater : WE WASNT FUCKING WE WERE JUST MAKING OUT

mean KUGISAKI : 😟

y/u/n : DONT GIVE US THAT FACE

#yuji itadori x reader #yuji itadori #itadori yuji #jujustu kaisen #yuji itadori x gn!reader #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #itadori x reader

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artificialsmartass · 5 months

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UHHHH dom!dazai x sub!male reader with a gun kink and degradation and edging yknow??

THIS WORK IS FOR 18+! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! A/n: oh believe me I know 🤤 requests are still open! A/n 2: I know this was supposed to be gun play and I swear I TRIED but it was not happening 💀 I will write one at some point tho because I NEED gun play Dazai. hope this is good enough! Pairing: Dom!Osamu Dazai x sub!male!reader Fic type: drabble Warnings: Degradation, edging, dom/sub dynamics, anal penetration, dacryphila, orgasm denial, no after care, male bodied reader, anal creampie, he sucks and bites your nipple like once, unsafe sex, if I forget something I'm so sorry just yell at me, not edited or proofread i dont have time for that Female aligned people DO NOT INTERACT please!! This is not written for you! . You had no clue how you had ended up here. In bed, on your back with Dazai positioned over you. He's got a wicked smirk on his face, his hands roaming your body. You're already trembling. How many times had your orgasm been denied? His hand pumped your leaking cock, making your back arch and your body squirm slightly "P-please- Osamu-" you choked out, making him chuckle a bit as a tear fell from your eyes. You could feel yourself getting close again "please don't stop!" He could feel your cock twitching in his hand, and he quickly let go, shushing you. "Now now we dont want you to cum too quickly" he chided with a grin. You let out a whine, covering your face with your hands. You didn't know how much longer you could take this. After a few moments, his hand returned to your aching and hard cock and began jerking you off again. He used his other hand to pry yours away from your face. "Look at me" you stare at him and he continued his menstations. He leans forward and takes your nipppe into his mouth and sucks hard, then bites down very gently causing you to moan. "Osamu I... I really need to cum" you whimper as you feel yourself getting closer again. He grins, and you could swear he was evil by the way he let's go of your cock right before you felt the bliss of an orgasm. You sob out slightly, covering your face and shaking your head. "Not. Yet. I wanna sink my dick in your tight ass first, yeah? Then I might let you cum" he pats your shoulder and hurries to grab lube. He's quick about lubing his cock up and aligning himself with your tight entrance. Without another word, he slammed his hips forward sheathing himself all the way inside with a groan. "Fuck you're tight" Dazai grunted out, his hips meeting yours. The tip of his dick nudged your prostate with each buck of his hips. You moaned loudly, and you could feel the pleasure building. "Osamu! So close! Need to cum please" you tell him, silently willing him to allow it this time. Dazai grinned and nodded his head to show he'd heard you. He gripped your hip with one hand and increased the pace of his thrusts to make them more pleasureful. Then, his hand wrapped around your dick, slick with precum, and began jerking you off once more. A loud moan ripped from your throat and your back arched. "Gonna cum! Gonna cum Osamu please don't s-stop!" You said almost hoarsely, a loud string of moans falling past your lips as you got closer and closer. And this time, he wasn't stopping. "Been such a good boy for me. Go ahead and cum" Dazai grunted into your ear. He was close himself, and definitely wouldn't be far behind you. And finally, after being denied so many times, you finally reached your orgasm. You cried out his name and your cock twitched in his hand as ropes of cum shot out, some landing on your own stomach and chest but most of it dripped down onto Dazai's hand. His lips pressed against yours briefly, and then his hips finally stilled and he was filling you up with warm cum. "Something to remember me by" he joked lightly as he pulled out and layed next to you, his eyes sparkling slightly. You glance at him, trying to catch your breath. He can see a slight glare in your eyes which makes him smile delightedly. "Sorry I was so mean but it was worth it huh?"

#bungo stray dogs smut #dazai x reader #dazai smut #dazai x reader smut #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd smut

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wrathofrats · 2 months

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⁾“why don’t we film it?” With pebble and ivy? I love how you write them, bonus points if they get mount involved in one way or another

I had a bit too much fun with this and it easily could’ve been 2k if I didn’t force myself to make it short. Also ur such a sweetheart I’m so glad you love them as much as I do

Anyways, pebble buys Ivy a toy that’s as big as mountain, and films him fucking himself with it for the big guy <3

“Its a bit big dont you think?” Ivy muttered, staring at the toy pebble had taken out. It was a simple navy blue dildo, around 10 inches in length and he could barely wrap his hand around it.

“Youll be ok honeysuckle, said you wanted to take him right?” Pebble sat between his legs, rubbing his hand along his thighs to comfort him through the anxiety.

“Yeah but-“

“Well that’s about accurate”

Ivy bit his lip in consideration, stroking the silicone in an effort to adjust himself to the thought of having something so large in him. The idea alone was mouth watering, at least when it was whispered in his ear as pebble fucked him, but seeing it in front of him? That was a different story.

“Imagine mountains face when I get to brag about you fucking yourself with your new toy just to prepare for him” pebble smiles, leaning down to give Ivy a small kiss in an attempt to ease his worries.

“You’re gonna tell him?”

“Of course, I’ll take any excuse to talk about you, especially if I get to show you off”

Ivy blushes, looking back down. It’s always endearing to pebble how shy he gets when he’s treated so sweetly, even though pebble takes any opportunity to spoil him, it never gets old.

“Show me off?” Ivy asks, confusion in his voice.

“Thought we could film it, send it to him, get him real worked up” pebble explains, “save a copy for myself for when you’re not around” a small noise comes from ivys throat at the implication. He should be used to pebble saying such things, but they never fail to daze him.

“Just me?” Ivy asks

“Just you, but say the word and we will stop, I want you to be comfortable”

He nods and pebble slides off the bed to grab his phone while Ivy undresses himself. Instinctually he holds his legs close to him, hands in his lap to cover himself as pebble decides what position he wants to film him in.

“So I just ..”

“Touch yourself like I’d touch you sweet pea, stretch yourself out”

Ivy hesitates, swallowing thickly as he stares at the phone in pebbles hand. His thighs move apart just enough for him to slide his hand down between them to tease at his hole, rubbing one finger around the rim as it twitches.

“Open those pretty legs, wanna see you properly”

He opens his thighs a bit wider, ever obedient. One knee hiked up for better access, the other moved to the side for pebble to capture on his phone. Ivy inserts a finger into himself, sliding it in and out with ease before nestling a second one beside it.

It’s only a slight stretch. Pebbles fingers are thicker than his, a bit shorter but open him up nicely. He tries to think of pebbles hands working him open as he fingers himself, scissoring and curling them deep for a bit of stimulation to keep his brain buzzing.

His cock lays on his stomach, leaking pre cum down his stomach. Cute and flushed, angry red at the tip. He's always been a bit easy, much to his dismay. Just seeing pebble palm himself through his pants at the sight of him touching himself.

A third finger fits snuggly next to the other two, a slight burn but otherwise nice stretch that has him keening into his unoccupied arm.

“Let him hear how pretty you sound” pebble speaks again after a while of just watching. Ivy obeys, taking his arm away as another whimper escapes his mouth. He gets more desperate with every pump of his fingers, each pass making him debate shoving the toy inside him already even if he’s not prepared.

“Can I have it now? Can I put his cock in me please?” Pebble shouldn't be surprised that Ivy asked so obediently but it always does something to him to hear him talk so dirty without being prompted. His hair is disheveled, his chest and face are red with need and honestly it would be cruel to deny him what he wants in such a state.

“Fuck, yeah fuck yourself for him sweet pea, ruin yourself for mountain”

The toy sinks in slowly, a harsh feeling compared to his skinny fingers but the pain is fucking delicious. Ivy moans, throwing his head back into the pillows letting himself adjust to its size. He feels full, stuffed to the brim, his eyes practically crossed when he reaches down to grab the base of it to start pulling it out.

Ivy cries out when he slams it back into himself. High and wavering, he pants repeating the same motion slowly.

“Such a little porn star aren’t you? Seem to like fucking yourself on camera, maybe I should make you do this more often, know a couple ghouls who would love to see you like this”

Ivy whines, picking up the pace. He arches off the bed, shoving the dildo inside of himself over and over as his legs shake with pleasure.

“Close, gonna cum-“ Ivy pants out

“Cum around mountains cock baby”

#oh fuck it’s fucking 5 am #I !! got carried away as usual!#tell me to go to bed OH MY GOD 😭😭😭#I hope you like it if you see a mistake no you didn’t I haven’t slept in days #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #fanfic #wrath writes #pebble ghoul #ivy ghoul #mountain ghoul

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jeireilostt · 1 year

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This is an AU. I’m too lazy to go into details about it but i just wanted to write this lol💀

(Apologies for any grammar errors!! I ddint bother editing this. Also kinda cringe ngl💀 imma gage myself later for writing this)

BTW PEOPLE. THIS IS ABOUT GAY MONKEYS SO LEAVE IF YOU DONT LIKE IT💀

And yes this is a HTTYD reference

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Monkey king was running hastily down a cave system dodging and weaving ever rock and crystal desperately trying to find a shadow monkey.

He felt as if he would pass out from exhaustion….or maybe it’s stress? He couldn’t really tell at this point and he quite frankly didn’t care.

He stopped to look around the area he was in not instantly noticing any direction Macaque could have gone.

He swore that he saw him. It had to be him.

But maybe he just saw some other monkey earlier.

Yeah, as if there was another celestial monkey just chilling around here.

Either it was a hallucination or the most special person that was in his life was alive.

He’s been running after this shadow damn near a hour now. And usually he’d never get tired this fast but he felt drained me

He felt as if he should give up at this point. It isn’t like he hasn’t though he saw Macaque before….

It’s just that he seems so real. Almost too real.

He glanced to his left spotting a small pathway. He sighed deeply and made his way over and went through.

He walked for a couple minutes before entering a pretty nice open space.

The whole place was illuminated with gems and crystals sprouting out of the floor.

He walked around them talking one last look around and took a quick turn back around to make his way out back.

He froze when he heard a small tap on the floor.

He instantly turned back around and ran toward the noises direction.

He put his hand firmly on a decent sized crystal and leaned forward, freezing in shock.

There he was. Macaque. He was staring directly at him with a pained expression.

Wukong felt as if the wind was knocked out of him and shoved right back in his throat.

He slowly came from behind the crystal and took one single step.

Macaque tensed at the movement and took a big swallow and shuffled back a bit.

Wukong kept opening his mouth but he couldn’t find words to say.

What are you supposed to say when you see your supposed to be dead best friend?

His breath was slightly uneven and he took one more step feeling his hand shake.

Macaque eyes glared at him as if he done something wrong.

“I know what you’re gonna say Wukong.”

Wukong froze hearing his low voice. He hasn’t heard it in so long. He’s really here.

He’s only twenty feet away from him but it felt like thousands.

“How long…” was the only words Wukong could get out before his throat closed. It felt like someone was squeezing his throat and shoving sand into it.

“Awhile…” Macaque said firmly crossing his arms close to his chest.

“How long awhile….?” Wukong voice shook slightly.

“Longer then a month I guess…” Wukong felt like he’d been stabbed in the gut.

“I know what you’re gonna say Wukong. How could I have done this?” Macaque looked away from him his bodily noticeably shaking, tail slightly twitching.

Macaque let out a scoff “Staying away and not telling you I’m alive after all this time?”

Wukong couldn’t help but just stare at him in awe. Even after all that even death couldn’t take away how beautiful he looked. He looks so different but looked the same somehow.

“Once I came back why did it I go back to you? To the mountain? Is that what you wanna ask?” Macaque’s brows were furrowed as he stared him in his eyes.

Wukong placed a foot forward.

“Well, after all this time I’ve been dead how would you have even reacted!? Last time we spoke we almost killed each other! What did you expect me to do huh!?” Macaque shouted throwing his hands in the air teeth looking as sharp as ever.

“I don’t even know why I’m even trying to explain myself to you!? You’ve always been so selfish and the biggest idiot I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting!!” Macaque cried out glaring at him as he took another two steps forward.

Macaque breathed heavily looking up at the ceiling of the cave.

“I know that maybe I should’ve seen you sooner and tried to mend things with you again.”

Wukong mouth was extremely dry right now. He seriously needed water or something cause it’s painful.

“But I thought you’d be better off without me.” Macaque laughed pitifully putting a hand to his chest clenching around the fabric.

“And maybe that was wrong. And I guess I can see that now but-” Macaque backed away from Wukong who was getting so close that he could almost touch him.

Wukong wanted to touch him so bad. He wanted to hold him so extremely bad at the moment. He hated seeing him like this.

Can’t say he was any different either.

“Oh my gods Wukong!!” Macaque couldn’t back up anymore but just glare at him.

“Stop being so silent!! Go on! Shout! Scream! Say something dammit!?” Macaque’s eyes were welling up with tears begging to fall.

Wukong felt his eyes water as he lifted a hand and put it gently on Macaque’s cheek.

Macaque mouth quivers and gasps slightly at the touch and try’s everything in him to not lean into it.

Macaque eyes are wide in surprise and Wukong who had tears fall down from his face.

“You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you.” Wukong whispered softly a sad smile spreading across his face.

Tears feel down Macaque’s face as he mouth was slightly open in shock eyes still widen at the soft sweet words.

Macaque leaned into his hand as Wukong stroked his thumb lightly.

Wukong couldn’t care less anymore and jumped at Macaque wrapping one arm across his shoulder burrowing his face into his shoulder and the other at his upper back.

Wukong hasn’t felt so vulnerable on his life and he doesn’t care.

Macaque finally wrapped his arms around Wukong shoving his face into his neck taking a shaky breath.

Macaque pulled back holding wukong face in his hand.

“I probably should’ve came to you sooner.” He whispered.

“Yeah. You should have you asshole.” Wukong glared with tears still falling and smile twice as wide.

Macaque rolled his eyes wiping the tears out of Wukong’s eyes.

“I’m sorry.” Macaque spoke quietly.

“I’m sorry too Macaque.” Wukong held Macaque’s jaw pulling his face closer placing his forehead on his.

They both closed their eyes taking each others prescience in.

Macaque pulled slightly away daring into Wukong’s eyes with a new warmth in them.

“God I missed you so much.” Macaque let out a choked out snicker.

“I mean who wouldn’t?” Wukong teased slightly.

“Ah. And somehow you’ve made me hate you even more.” Macaque glared with no heat behind it.

“It’s a gift.” Wukong shrugged with a smug grin.

Macaque smirked shaking his head. “Still the comedian I see.” He stared fondly.

Wukong face hurt from crying and smiling so much.

They just stared at each other with nothing but love in their eyes. Macaque was the first to lean in before Wukong instantly got the message leaning into a kiss.

Wukong couldn’t help but smile the moment he felt Macaque let out his own smile into the kiss.

It was weird. Not the kiss though- the kiss was amazing and extremely passionate. Tingly feelings and all. But it was weird to kiss him.

No wukong couldn’t help when his hands trembled.

Macaque pressing a kiss on the corner of his mouth and back on his mouth held his hands tightly to keep him grounded.

They tilted their heads to deepen it feeling so free and happy. They haven’t felt like this in a long time.

Macaque softly backed away smiling at him with nothing but love.

“I definitely missed those.” Wukong wiggled his eyebrows.

Macaque couldn’t help but chuckle at that kissing Wukong’s cheek wrapping his tail gently around Wukong’s embracing him again.

Wukong sighed contently resting his body into Macaque’s as Macaque did to him.

“Hope you know I’m never letting you go again.” Wukong deadpanned.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way peaches.” Macaque smiled into his neck.

Wukong smiled at the old nickname tightening his embrace.

“Perfect.” He smiled closing his eyes.

They stay there in each others embrace feeling as if they unlocked the keys to the entire universe.

Neither of them wished this would every end.

But if it did it’d be ok. They would have each other and that’s all they need.

#shadowpeach #lmk shadowpeach #gay monkeys go BRRRR #lmk monkey king #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque

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pusssydesigned · 1 year

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𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞

my first one-shot ever so wish me luck! there’s no real description/use of y/n so it’s all up to your imagination. reblogs and feedback are very helpful <333 this is inspired by the song comfortable by h.e.r!!! lowercase intended + not proofread

"cuz i feel so comfortable with you..." - h.e.r warnings: fluff to smut, unprotected p in v, hair pulling, breeding, oral sex (m&f receiving) ,soft/rough-ish sex, crying (happy tears ofc), suuuupperrrr emotional sex, established relationship | RPF! DONT LIKE IT, DONT READ! minors dni!

you woke up to the bright sun in your face. the room was filled with the sweet, musky scent of you and your lover, joseph. you two loved each other dearly, more than anything in this whole universe and lifetime. you'd been a part of his journey since his role on les mis where you two met at a production wrap up party. being a star yourself was already hectic and having your boyfriend be the it-boy of the year was even more hectic. everyone wanted him to be theirs, but he was only and would forever be yours.

you laid soft kisses on his warm, light skin. he shifted in his sleep a couple of times and eventually woke up. "good morning, my love" he mumbled in his raspy morning voice. "good morning baby." he flashed his toothy grin and wrapped you back in his arms. "you know... i think we should stay in for today." you mumbled a little “mmm hm” to signal your agreement.

he turned you over and placed kisses from your face all the way down your cunt. it was throbbing from the attention he was giving you. “baby don’t tease me right now” you whined to him. he nudged his nose to your clit and placed kisses to your hole. “we have all day baby, relax.” joseph said, copying your tone.

although you both fucked and made love all hours of the night, you still needed him and he needed you. he licked a long, flat stripe from your hole to your clit and began to suck. you let out a beautiful cry he loved to hear. “jus’ wanna make you feel good baby.” he sucked and licked your clit just right. he rubbed your entrance with his middle and ring finger and slowly pushed them inside you. joseph’s fingers were nice and thick and they stretched you out so fucking good.

“baby, don’t stop,” you whispered to him. he moaned into your cunt and it sent you closer and closer. you tugged and tugged at his hair. his fingers were hitting the perfect spot that made you gush all over him. it didn’t take long for you to squirt all over his chin and fingers. you gasped and glued your eyes shut as you climaxed. “holy fuck baby i’m so proud of you.” he brought you up for a sloppy, wet kiss. the taste of your climax tasted so amazing on him. you moaned into the kiss and started palming him.

he returned to his side of the bed and laid down. you made sure to kitten lick the red tip and caress his balls. he bucked his hips a few times to get some friction. “don’t be a fuckin’ tease right now,” he whimpered. “you understand how it feels now joseph?” you giggled at his desperation for you.

you took his cock in your mouth and bobbed your head up and down. you covered the rest of him in your hand. joseph eventually removed your hands, fisted your hair in a messy ponytail, and face fucked you. crescent shapes were left from you gripping his thighs. spit dripped from your mouth down to his balls. “fuck princess, you’re taking this so well.” you looked into his eyes and moaned, sending vibrations all down his dick. “you like this pretty girl? fuuuck!” he let out several more high pitched moans and chants of your name before he came down your throat and thrusted into your mouth.

you sat on his lap bumping and grinding your cunt onto his length. you stopped yourself from your release before slowly sliding down his cock. he placed his large hands on your hips and began guiding you up and down. “babygirl this feels ss-so fucking good.” you leaned down to gift him your kisses and press your foreheads together. the moment was so romantic, sensual, emotional. moments like these where you were chest to chest and foreheads touching was rare. this truly meant something to the both of you.

“joseph, i-i need you. only you baby.” you both began to tear up at the emotions of this. joseph held you close and sobbed a bit into the crown of your head. you felt the happy tears wet your scalp. you let out a cry into his chest while he fucked you from the bottom and you thrusted back onto him. “it’s always been you baby. i love you so fuckin’ much,” he said as he stared deep into your eyes.

you both continued with your cries and thrusts until you felt him twitch in you. you looked him dead in the eyes and begged him to cum in you. “cum i-in me. pl-please, i’m begging you.” he closed his eyes and thrusted faster and harder sending you into your second orgasm of the morning. “i’m gonna fill this pretty pussy up.” you squirted all over his chest and soft tummy. you had him halting his movements and gripping your hips so tightly, almost bruising your hips.

you felt his cum flood your insides. both of you let out loud cries of love and pleasure. you guys’ breathing was shaky and loud. joseph rubbed your back as you were slumped against his chest listening to his brisk heartbeat. you and joseph stayed like that for a few minutes before he removed himself from you. you winced from the loss of him. “i’m sorry but baby, but we need to get cleaned up.” you lazily nodded at him.

“lemme take you to the bathroom, my love.” you were too tired out from making love with him to even argue. he picked you up and waited for you to handle your business before wiping the dripping cum from your cunt. “you should carry me a lil more, i like this.” he giggled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. he softly placed your bodies on the bed and held you close.

“hey, joseph?”

“yeah, baby?!”

“i love you even more :)”

this is literally my first time writing and posting it on the internet. i’m so nervous to share this but here y’all go!!!! k gonna gts bye bye luvssss 🤍💌🌷🎧👼🏽

#joseph quinn smut #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn blurb #eddie munson x black!reader #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn #eddie munson

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legacyshenanigans · 9 months

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Guess who's here again B!!....At this point I should rename myself to #1 Rominis fan, I swear the amount of times I've asked you about them feels criminal.... I'm so sorry if y'all are done with my simping for these two you especially B, plese tell me straight away if you ever get tired of me asking for them 😖😖😖

Now If you're still not tired of me here's what I've got for you today:

Does Rowan ever get nightmares about the night he lost his parents and his entire community? I feel like this could also make a really sweet Rominis interaction, Rowan having a pretty nasty nightmare and Omi comforting him....🥺🐺🐍❤️

Today I've only got this one because like I wrote in the beginning I'm really starting to feel bad for constantly asking about them.

If you still don't mind my asks I love you guys and you B especially thank you so much for constantly making my days better with each post you make (even the traumatising ones🤣❤️) your an absolute tresure of the HL community and I'm so glad I found you ❤️❤️✨✨

Have a pleasant evening and hopefully some normal sleep, as always your little Dragon friend 🐲🏔️💚

Lil Dragon! Stop it! I dont mind your asks you can always send them in, I do the asks I wanna do, I thus far, I really enjoy the things you send my way! Even if they're always Rominis, which I dont mind! 💚 this is also the perfect ask for me to possibly add on to the other ask you sent me which I did before, "has Rowan ever lost control" I could blend that into this one in a way :)

And thank you so so much for saying that 💜 makes it all worth it to know my stuff is enjoyed, and it makes me REALLY happy to hear that stuff, can't lie, 🥹

Big love to you 😘💜

Nightmares 🐺

Ominis stirred and turned in his bed one evening, feeling movement and noise from Rowan, he had a look of slight confusion on his face, hearing Rowan aggressively growling and snarling as he began to thrash on the sheets, Ominis reached over touching him, though he was a little frightened.

Ominis: Rowan?!

Rowan suddenly burst into his werewolf form, not knowing for a moment where he was, his mind clouded by his night terror, he reached out and gripped Ominis's throat, letting out an aggressive deep growl, his fangs inches away from Ominis's face. He was suddenly brought back to consciousness, seeing what he was doing, and Ominis looking terrified.

Ominis: R-Rowan?...

Rowan: *turns back into his human form, looking horrified himself for a moment* Ominis..Oh god *let's go of his throat* I..Shit..I'm so sorry *sits up properly on the bed, looking at Ominis and strokes his hair*

Ominis touched his own neck, feeling the deep imprint of Rowans claws at the side.

Rowan: I'm so so sorry..I..Urgh!

Ominis: Shh shh shh, its OK.. Its not your fault..Did you have a nightmare or something?

Rowan: ....Yeah..Been a while...It was..My family.. my community.. The night they all died, it was like I was there again.. Reliving it...I'm sorry..

Ominis: Stop apologising..Come here *holds open his arms*

Rowan: *deep sigh as he leans into Ominis*

Ominis: *stroking Rowans head gently*

Rowan: *feels Ominis's neck softly* I'm sor-

Ominis: Shhhhhhh. *continues to comfort Rowan*

#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt headcanon #ominis x rowan #rominis #rowan the wolf

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thithesandofferings · 2 years

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Sorry sorry i didnt want to make a whole fic so here are my rambling thought THIS IS SO NASTY IM SO-

In regards to this post here

not proofread because i dont wanna die again reading it

MINORS DNI 18+: Threesomes, Daddy kink, throat fucking, slight degradation- reader is getting a dicking of a lifetime.

The 3 baddies of Shinra sharing and you think you know what you're getting into. You think you can handle them- but you cant. You realize this on hour three when they switch positions again and dont seem to want to stop. Their stamina is out of this world and by now youre limbs are numb. But Genesis still drills his cock into you, grabbing your face and smooshing your cheeks - cooing at the copious drool that escapes your open mouth.

Makes your jaws tighten around Sephiroth as he slowly thrust into your mouth. Green half- lidded eyes stare at you and for a moment, you're afraid he really will eat you. He's chuckling because he saw your nervousness when he pressed his wet cock against your cheek. And now your head is hanging from the bed- easier access while he grabs your throat so he can move it up and down his length. "Look at how good you're taking my cock, I know you like it when I use you- come on show me how much. Use your tongue more" Hearing the gluck gluck only makes you tighten around Genesis and listen to him hiss. They think you looks so pretty underneath them, bruised up and soaked by their dicks. "Come on gorgeous, show them how well you can take my cock".Doesnt help at all when Angeal is eating you from where you and genesis are connected, catching every bit of liquid. Sucking and bruising the perimeter of your hole. Sticks another two fingers inside you, because sharing is caring. It has Genesis fucking you harder when Angeal licks up against his length tasting you. Spits down where you two meet just so he can hear how wetter you get. Theyre so mean to you, wont let you come until you've begged with your body enough. Ass heated and bruise because you forgot Angeals title. But he understands you're getting fucked dumb so he'll teach you to call him Daddy until it sticks. Even if he chastises that its "improper to talk with your mouth full" and to "Thank Daddy for cleaning up your mess" Sephiroth not letting you catch a breath when he's deep inside, going at an inhuman pace, just so he can see you cry a little so overwhelmed and so overstimulated. Doesnt give him a reason to stop though.

"Think our toy likes to be played with hm" But Genesis isnt even talking to you, they havent been all night. Calling you doll and sweetheart, carrying on with the same tone when he calls you his little slut. Smacking your cheek a little when you glower at him. He wants respect and he wants you to earn it. Keep being bratty and he wont come inside you, no matter how much you plead. Making comments about your body that has you heating up and gushing. Acting as if you werent there. Kissing and licking against each other while they used every hole you had. Coming on you and inside of you- marking you as theirs. Manhandle you into a position they want- regardless of the whines, they know you'll like it anyways. Take what they give you. But even then they want you to beg for it a little.

#i really played myself #ff7 #ff7 remake #final fantasy headcanon #thithesandofferings #sephiroth #genesis #angeal #angeal hewley x reader #sephiroth x reader #genesis x reader #ff7 rebirth #ff7 crisis core #final fantasy vii #churchboxconfession

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fanatics4l · 2 years

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thinking thoughts about that scene in season two when hopper and el fight and he threatens to bring her back to her abusive dad (MAN I WAS PISSED AT HOPPER) and she breaks down.

that exact scene but picture this: billy has lived with hopper and el ever since he was adopted. today, hopper and billy are having a particularly bad day, so they accidentally take their anger out on each other.

(this will contain a part two when i have time.)

the car ride home is tense and silent until hopper opens his mouth. "why'd you punch him, kid?" he sees billy shrug from the corner of his eyes. "none of your business, old man."

hopper grits his teeth. this damn brat has a serious attitude problem. "yeah, well. i had to leave work early for you so the least you can do is explain to me why."

once they arrive at the cabin, hopper watches as billy brushes past him and into the house. he sighs and follows. as he closes the front door, he can hear billy slamming shit around in his room and clenches his fists. don't get mad, jim. stay calm. "come out here and talk to me, billy. stop acting like a child." and yes he sort of regrets saying that because the poor kid never got to actually be a child thanks to his asshole dad.

"go away! stop acting like you care!" billy shouts from behind his closed door. hopper grits his teeth before opening the door and standing in the doorway, watching as billy throws a bottle of his nail polish at the opposite wall.

"hey! you don't throw shit in this house, you hear me?" hopper yells. he's ignored as billy continues to throw all his girly (is that the right word? last time hopper called it that, billy wouldn't talk to him for a day) products across the room. "HEY!"

billy turns around angrily, glaring fiercely. "i said go away! get out of my room!"

"your room? with just a snap of my fingers, kid, you'd be on the street right now!" hopper was too angry to feel regret, but he could feel something heavy in his chest starting to grow. his day was just so fucking shitty and this brat is making everything worse with his stupid fucking attitude.

hopper watches as tears spring into billy's blue eyes, shoulders rising to his ears defensively. "i hate you."

"what did you just say?" hopper takes a menacing step forward. billy flinches back before hardening his glare.

"I HATE YOU! I WISH YOU NEVER ADOPTED ME," he screams, making hopper's eyes widen and his breath freeze in his throat.

he tries to calm down but he's never dealt with a boy before. he's only had daughters. so maybe the old fashioned side of him thinks he can be a little rougher with his son than he would be with his daughter. hopper doesn't even feel like himself when he lets out a shaky laugh.

"yeah, well. it's not like i wanted you here anyways." lies. "you remember i'm the chief of police, right? one call down at the prison and i can make that wish of yours come true." stop. billy's crying now, backing away and shaking his head.

"what do you say, kid? you wanna go see dear ol' daddy? is that what you want? huh?" he takes another step forward, throwing his hands up in the air.

billy flinches so hard he falls onto the floor. "no- NO!" he sobs loudly. "I DONT WANNA GO BACK- I DONT WANNA," he cries, curling into himself with his arms raised.

hopper feels like he's watching himself from out of his own body, feeling a sense of dread building up. "i thought that's what you wanted. why are you saying no now? real fathers know best, don't they?"

he just wants his officers to listen to him for once. he wants that stupid mike wheeler kid to stay away from his daughter. but nobody ever fucking listens to him.

"stop it- STOP IT," billy screams, covering his ears.

"maybe if you listened to me-"

"HELP," billy shouts frantically when the footsteps reach too close to him.

hopper freezes. he feels like the air finally breaches his lungs while simultaneously leaving them. he looks down at billy, his seventeen year old son, looking so so tiny and terrified. his arms are outstretched in front of him and his knees are pulled up to his chest. he's trembling so intensely, hopper fears he might pass out.

hopper stumbles back, eyes wide. "billy- honey, i-"

it's at that moment that joyce rushes in with a panicked el behind her. the second she catches sight of billy on the ground, she shoves hopper away roughly and lands on the floor in front of the boy. when she reaches out to touch him, billy flinches harshly, still sobbing. his eyes are glazed over like he isn't really present.

"what. did. you. do," el glares at him, breathing heavily.

hopper has never hated himself more.

#billy hargrove #jim hopper #i was in a bad mood so i decided to make it worse for myself <3 #hopper is the king of talking out of pocket #i love him but i just know his bad temper causes problems #don't worry part two will be happier #billy and hopper found family <3

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thatdamnmutt-exe · 2 years

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Crave - Carl Grimes

Summary: nothing to say much here other than the fact that i wanna write a cute lil imagine of a cute lil make out with carl grimes bc i’m deeply in love with him. Pairing: Carl Grimes x Male! OC Word Count: 660 Setting: Takes place in the prison Warnings: Cute fluff, some NSFW content, getting caught Extra: Carl and Remington are aged up to 16

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“I want your love, I can't get enough. Feel so far above, oo, baby.”

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remington and carl have been in a relationship for around 3 months now, and let’s just say they had a hard time keeping their hands to themselves.

every chance they were alone, their lips enjoyed the presence of the other while their hands roamed free on each other, never getting enough. the hunger for the other was just too strong to stop.

the two kept their relationship a secret from the rest, unsure if they’d accept them for being gay or just being in a relationship in general because ‘they’re young’.

the two boys sat in remington’s cell that was in the top right corner at the very end, the farthest cell from the others. carl suggested they sleep in that cell tonight in hopes it would give them more privacy.

remington was laying on top of carl, his hips on either side of carl’s as he grinded slightly against him. one of carl’s hands roamed the bottom half of remington’s body, moving up from his ass to the dip of his back. he throughly enjoyed the way remington arched just from his touch. his other hand was tangled in his boyfriend’s hair, tugging on it slightly.

remington’s hands had carl’s shirt pulled up to his neck while his hands roamed his chest, playing with his nipples along the way which earned a muffled groan from the boy under him.

carl pulled remington’s hair a bit more harshly so then he could have access to the boy’s throat. he nipped and sucked on along remington’s collar bone, enjoying the little mewls that left his lips.

“mmm, carl, you’re lips feel so good.” remington whimpered, closing his eyes and getting lost in the pleasure.

“god you’re so fucking pretty. i love you body and how you respond to my touch, i love the pretty little noises you make for me. i just love you.” carl growled slightly against remington’s skin. remington only smiled and blushed slightly from the praise.

carl pulled away from remington’s collar bone to move up and go back to locking their lips. carl bit remington’s bottom lip which resulted in remington parting his lips so their tongues could meet.

remington moaned a bit too loud on accident, completely forgetting about everything around them. the only thing on his mind was carl’s tongue.

carl’s hand that was roaming remington’s back side snaked its way into remington’s shorts and started massaging his ass slightly.

remington’s breath hitched slightly from the new feeling, the needy feeling becoming more apparent between the two.

remington pulled away to get air, “fuck, carl, please, i want you to touch me.” he whispered. carl smirked against remington’s neck.

“as you wish, pretty boy.” carl flipped them over so then remington was on his back and carl hovered above him.

carl scanned his boyfriends body, absolutely loving every inch before him “are you sure you’re comfortable with this?”

remington nodded, he reached for carl’s hand and moved it to be in his pants, “please, just touch me.” he breathed out.

carl obeyed and moved his hand down more slowly, “as you wish, pretty boy-” his movements were interrupted by daryl banging on the cell.

“would you two keep ya noises down! some people are trying to sleep!” he grunted. carl immediately pulled away and fell onto the floor. remington grabbed the blanket to cover himself out of habit.

“jesus daryl! don’t do that!” remington whined.

“maybe dont fuck so loud!” was the only response he got as he heard the older man walk away.

remington was a blushing and embarrassed mess while carl was more annoyed than anything. he got up from the ground and moved to take off his flannel and jeans before moving to lay with remington who was already shirtless due to earlier activites.

“maybe later we can continue. i’m too nervous to continue.” remington giggled before smooshing his face into carl’s chest.

carl smiled softly while petting his hair, “okay pretty boy. goodnight.”

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“Oo, I crave your touch, how you lift me up. Feel so high above, oo, baby.”

#carl grimes #the walking dead #the walking dead imagines #carl grimes imagines #carl grimes oneshots #carl grimes imagine #carl grimes oneshot #carl grimes x male #carl grimes x oc #carl grimes x male oc #carl grimes gay #the walking dead imagine #the walking dead oneshots #the walking dead oneshot

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