but like...
daichi slamming into you but SLOW. drawing his cock almost all the way out, moaning your name as his mouth falls open, your tight, creamy cunt sucking his fat dick so good before he snaps his hips flush with yours again.
daichi's coarse fingertips dimpling the plush of your hips with one hand as he grips the headboard w the other. his heavy balls are smacking against your clit, wet with your combined pre.
you arch your back for him, preen for him. you whimper his name like a pathetic whore in heat, presenting yourself to the most basic, carnal beast inside of him
and it fucking works.
daichi drapes his larger body over your back, the pressure of his weight only feeding into your impending orgasm. he wraps his fist around the longest part of your hair and insists that you cum for him. and who are you to deny your devoted husband and father of your children?
you obey, squeezing and squealing...clenching and crying out as you come apart around him, repeatedly telling him how much you love him.
"baby, you know i love you too," he huffs, slamming his hips against your ass with sharp, wet slaps of skin. "love you more than anything..." he almost sounds drunk now. "...so good, nhhn~ love you so much~" he groans, spilling his thick seed inside you as his trembling hips push hard against your bottom.
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Day 1 - “How many fingers am I holding up?”
Alcohol use, nonconsensual drugging, nausea, vomiting, touch aversion, blurred vision, panic, firearm use
[Follows Up Late]
Casey didn’t feel good. Which wasn’t uncommon in general, he didn’t have a lot in life to feel good about. But this wasn’t right, the buzz of alcohol in his blood was singing too loudly, the lights too sharp and the air too thick.
“Hey.” It felt like it took minutes to turn his head to look at them. She was lovely, blonde and young and sparkling with New Years glitter. “You feeling alright big guy?” The thick mascara around her shining brown eyes was all he could focus on.
“‘m fine…” He managed to mumble, hand knocking over his empty glass as he reached for it. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. The woman was still watching him, hypnotic smile baring too-white teeth.
“Let’s maybe get you out of here…”
He didn’t hear her over the blood roaring in his ears, the sensation of her manicured hand on his wrist blinding him with bleary memories he tried to drown in tequila.
Torn between terrified nausea and a panicked cry for help, Casey vomited onto her gaudy purple minidress.
Her shriek of surprise and disgust was enough to draw the annoyed eyes of other patrons in the club. He was just happy that she stepped away, that no one was touching him, that he could brace himself against the bar and force his jelly-kneed legs to hold his weight.
“Sorry, sorry - I got him.” He flinched at the arm looping around his back, a steady hand drawing his own arm over their shoulder, but he knew that voice.
“R…?”
“Yes - sorry, I know Miguel, yes. Put it on my tab.” Their strong and steady steps practically dragged him from the club, the flush of cold air from the alleyway chilling the sweat beaded on his forehead. “Easy, easy now…”
Casey took advantage of their relaxing grip, leaning back against the brickwork and sliding to the ground with a groan. RJ sighed where they stood above him, broad shoulders shrugging off their leather jacket so they wouldn’t have to bear sitting in the fresh winter slush.
“Since when did you start snagging unwanted admirers?” There was an attempt at levity in their voice, poorly executed with their tired baritone. ��It wasn’t that woman; I’ve been tailing her all night. American - definitely military.”
“Do you ever stop working?” He was proud he managed to bite out a single sentence. It was his last clear thought before the world lurched, his vision spotted.
“No. There’s work to be done. Now, let’s get you up - oh shit - ”
He could feel their hands on his shoulders, their warm breath sharp with whiskey where they sat in front of him. He could feel tears streaking from his blind eyes. Why couldn’t he see them?
“Hey, stay with me - how many fingers am I holding up?”
He squinted through the blurry darkness. If he applied his imagination, he could just barely make out the corner of his vision where the lamppost would be. He shook his head, a strangled whimper in his chest.
“Fucking - crap.” RJ’s whispered curses were sharp with fear, not warm with their usual vibrant anger. He wanted to apologize - but he could hear footsteps approaching. The sharp heeled stomp of military standard boots across the cobbles.
He opened his mouth to warn them, and was suddenly aware of the lack of air in his lungs. Lungs that wouldn’t cooperate as his diaphragm heaved and panic electrified his skin.
RJ let go of his shoulders, a snarl on their lips as they turned to face the rapidly approaching footsteps. The last thing he heard was the tell tale hiss of a silenced weapon firing.
[Directly before Bad First Impressions]
(Part of my Freelancers: Boy Meets World series)
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Welcome to Whumptober!
Per my usual monthly prompt tradition, I’ll be using my Freelancer universe to fill the prompts this year. Seeing as some of the prompts are repeats from other monthly challenges I’ve filled for this series, I’m going to explore some ‘prequel’ events and whump some characters I’ve been neglecting to torture ;]
Note that as with other prompt lists these are non-chronological to the in-universe timeline, but they will be added to the chronologically arranged masterpost.
One last thing: any opinion on have a content warnings listed at the top? I’ve always just put them in the tags, which I’ll continue to do, but I think it makes them more accessible to put them at the top of a post. Let me know if you have any strong opinions on the matter.
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Secondo breeding you on the balcony of a fancy cruise at sunset, him laying you down on the open-air bed in your hotel in an exotic local and doing body shots off of you, him coming home exhausted on his birthday after a meeting one night to find you tied up with green ribbon with nothing on telling him you’re his birthday present for the night, him pulling the car over to fuck you right there on the side of the road in broad daylight in the backseat after you tease him by running your hand over the bulge in his pants, him fucking you in the hallway after one too many shots at a party, him fucking you infront of a ghoul who got too cocky and flirty with you in order to prove a point to show you’re off-limits
Not a request just a lil smth smth to tide you over till you find the good kush (Secondo breeding fics).
Me and my cat watching me:
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