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danganronpa96 · 16 days
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Now that I know that the Parfait girls manga series can be obtained by the gift machine, I’m imagining Natsuki attempting to get every single book and eventually Jesse finds her surrounded by weird stuff she won and just asks her what she’s doing while she’s happy that she finally got the last book she needed
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the dedication of a true manga collector
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cheerfullycatholic · 7 months
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Some rando just pulled up our driveway and asked if we wanted to sell any of our cars and now I'm paranoid that they have nefarious intentions please pray for us
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roomhole · 2 years
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Upper East Side, $990 per week.
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coockie8 · 3 months
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watched Lilo and Stitch the other day and a piece of my soul died at the 2$ adoption fee. Getting an animal from the SPCA where I live costs like $500 now :/
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laceratedlamiaceae · 1 year
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Imagine being asked to get drunk and be a huge dick to some annoying rich asshole in order to break up a happy couple. Literally who wouldn't agree to that
What I'm saying is that Calico Jack did nothing wrong
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This is feeling like a "little bit of knowledge is a dangerous thing" situation, because I know what that is, and I know just enough about this stuff now to feel like I could/should go around buying old machines out of people's barns & fixing them all up.
I am exercising self control, telling myself that they don't usually sell for enough restored to make it a business decision, and you should finish the machines you have first. (But not enough self control to stop checking fb & CL for cheap good machines.)
It's a 1916 Singer 27, with the treadle cabinet, and I bet they'd take $40 for it if you offered.
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tonyglowheart · 8 months
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how do I constantly find myself in situations where I'm like "boy, I sure could do with 3 more mason jars, but too bad they sell these in packs of 12, so I better hit up my friend who also can always do with more mason jars and ask if they want to split a pack of mason jars"............
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teeth-society · 10 months
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So my sustainably sourced teeth donor I’ve been contacting through Craigslist said that they were afraid of pliers?? Why are you contacting me if u do not want to be around pliers? Don’t you trust me??
Side note: I bet their teeth taste like cowardice
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cervidaedalus · 2 years
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Every time I'm waiting on an important email I get angry at any email that isn't the one I'm waiting on even if it's for something I'm also anticipating like a package delivery.
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adhdslugcrimes · 2 months
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Mei
Exorcist: I'm here to exorcise the demon.
Wally: I didn't call you.
Dick, tired and wants to go back to hell: I did.
Later
Dick, sobbing: I'm stuck with you!?
Wally, holding Dick: there, there, you'll get rid of me eventually. *Looks at the exorcist* uh you can leave, he's going to need a moment.
Exorcist: … you're babying a demon, a high level demon sir.
Wally: and you're judging!? Get out of here, let a poor demon cry, he's missing his son down there.
Dick: what if he's not alive anymore!? I failed him!
Wally: great, look what you've done.
Exorcist: *left*
Dick, stop crying: damn, he sucked at his job.
Wally: you got him off Craigslist, what did you expect!?
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profoundbondfanfic · 3 months
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Mad at your Dad?
Mad at your Dad? By wannaliveindeansdimples Rating: Mature Word Count: 7k
Dean wasn’t sure why he was even scrolling through Craigslist. Especially not the casual encounters section. It was four days before Thanksgiving. Not like he was gonna try and hook up with someone before that shitstorm. After, sure, but not before. He kept scrolling, though, not clicking anything until a title caught his eye. Alone on Thanksgiving? Mad at your dad? I am a 28 year old male felon who has no degree, but has studied enough theologies of the world, behavioral psychology, and philosophy to set your whole family’s teeth on edge—no matter which way they lean, politically, religiously or in terms of neuroses. I drive a van the same age as me that’s got a mural on the side of an angel holding an orgy. I can play between the ages of 20-30 depending on whether I shave. I live off an inheritance, and sell weed on the side. If you’d like to have me as your strictly platonic date for Thanksgiving, but have me pretend to be in a very long or serious relationship (monogamous or polyamorous, whichever sounds most like it would freak out su familia) with you (and/or others), to torment your family, I’m game...
A shortie but definitely worth the time to sit back and relax with this fabulous piece of fiction. Cas is everything you want a mentally healthy endverse!Cas to be, irreverent, smart as shit, and sexy as all hell. The man literally has no shame and it's a joy to witness.
Dean has been pushed past his limit and can't handle his family's medling and his father's disapproval anymore. The ad he sees in the paper seems like the perfect prank.
The best part? Cas gets thru to his family in ways Dean never could and Dean can see through all of Cas' bullshit for the armor that it is. They're both broken, both lonely, and both adorable.
For a happy, funny, quick fix, give this one a read.
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hellenhighwater · 10 months
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On a more positive note, your posts have helped me figure out ways to look for cheaper house decor and has made me realize how cheap you can get a lot of things secondhand! Furniture is expensive but people will sell some older antique stuff for surprisingly cheap! Especially if you have the ability to do touchups/repairs. I’m looking forwards to doing gaudy paint jobs on cheap stuff I’ve managed to find on craigslist
Hell yeah! There's so many ways to do cool decor affordably; second hand stuff is fantastic and is like. 99% of what I own.
The old adage is that if you want cheap, fast and easy, you're only ever going to get two of those three things. Secondhand stuff is cheap easy, but it's not fast--mostly there's not online catalogues that you can order from with the click of a button and have something delivered to your doorstep. It takes time and effort to curate a collection of secondhand things; it takes time and effort to pick up the little skills that will let you make changes or improvements to the things you find. But it's sooo worth it!
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meowjunie · 2 years
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that’s right we twisted (i like it like that) (M)
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preview: “where’s jeno?” you tried hard to steady your clearly wavering tone and glanced around to avoid any further awkward stares.
“you’re looking at him.” jeno snorted and knocked back his hood with a veiny hand, revealing golden blonde locks and a pair of black floppy ears.
the world seemed to stop at that moment. how in the hell did you skip over the fact that you were looking after a grown ass man?
pairing: lee jeno x fem reader
word count: 4.4k
genre: non idol! jeno, hybridverse au, pwp, crack-ish?, strangers to fucking
warnings: predator/prey dynamics, brief choking, hair pulling, submission, non-sexual and sexual degradation (jeno is mean), coercion/manipulation (jeno tells y/n she’s being overdramatic about him not prepping her & other)
smut warning: m/f, rough sex, unprotected sex (wear! protection!), improper prep, anal (f), creampie
a/n: y/n did consent to everything above! what i write does not reflect jeno in any way. this is purely fiction.
requests: hard hours are closed.
“y/n,” your landlord sighed into his palm,”if i extended your deadline for payment, i’d be showing favoritism. rent is due next month and the overdraw fee at this period is hefty.”
“give me more time — how am i supposed to find a job on such short notice?” you pleaded, vigorously refreshing on your bank account app as if money would appear instantly.
“make it happen or i have no choice but to kick you out. demand is high and time is money.” the older man shook his head apologetically, turning and hopping down the steps without another word.
“fuck this.” you sighed out, hands buried in your hair.
“fuck.”
where the hell were you gonna find quick cash in a non sketchy way?
shutting the door before your neighbors saw you mid-crisis, your thoughts spiraled.
“fucking capitalism! i can’t do indeed without a resume, can’t even fucking do uber because i’d need a car and i use the subway..” you threw your hands up in frustration.
after a few minutes of panic, your mind came to a full stop at the dreadful realization.
your last resort.
you’ve heard all types of horror stories about craigslist, and deep down you were just praying you weren’t about to become another storyteller for a fucked up job all for the sake of keeping a roof over your head.
nonetheless, you found yourself scrolling endlessly on the site through your phone, barbie bandaid clad thumb slowly landing on a job offer that seemed too good to be true. “hell no, this must be a ploy to get kidnapped or some shit. that much to watch a dog?” your eyes widened at the listing.
1 night only dog-sitter needed ASAP!! $150 hourly. (jeno is very playful and curious. *on the territorial side as a rottweiler breed* higher payment can be discussed if this will be an issue, thank you!)
you skimmed over the details for what looked like the fifteenth time, not fully trusting it. you knew you didn’t have much time and needed quick cash, but you didn’t want to take a risk.
“fuck it. i need this.” you sucked in a deep breath and cracked your knuckles, messaging the lister immediately.
if it turned out to be a deranged killer, at least you wouldn’t have to worry about rent!
the prompt ding from your phone nearly sent you flying at the quick response, spiking the anxious feeling at the pit of your stomach.
“damn, this must be urgent..” you mumbled, reading the response with budding apprehension.
65154427: thank you so much for reaching out! finding a last minute sitter has been a nightmare :(
jeno is a bit of a handful and he’s spoiled so those two things alone have cost me a lot of time when it comes to keeping long term sitters.
i hope that you’re able to take care of my puppy!
quizzically, you typed back some words of encouragement, confirming that the services in the dog sitting listing wouldn’t be a problem.
those seemed to be the exact words the owner was looking for because it was then that after a few words of approval later, you found yourself job bound in only a matter of a half hour.
so, not too shabby!
the thought of being kicked out with no way to pick yourself up haunted you for months and there was no way you were gonna let that shit manifest for you so this was a huge pick me up in your eyes.
“i love dogs and i’m good with them. what the hell could go wrong? the damn thing eats, sleeps, and shits! i’m going to be just fine.”
you blew off the brewing feeling of uncertainty in the pit of your stomach, before plopping on your sad couch.
everything will be fine!
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everything was not fine.
the pressure of doing a job well done was instantly heightened as soon as you found the place you were going to be staying overnight at.
a modern penthouse with gold outlining and neatly trimmed bushes stood in front of you as you entered, an even more upscaled elevator greeting you upon your entrance with a mocking ding.
who the hell were you dog sitting for? brad pitt?
“do not fuck up.” you whispered to yourself as you boarded the elevator, punching in the floor number with a shaky finger.
you were genuinely starting to become unmotivated at your ability to take care of this seemingly high end dog.
a smooth elevator ride later, you stepped out self consciously and immediately strode down the hall to look for the number of the place, not wasting time.
time is money. you repeated after your landlord internally.
the show of the city lights reflected appealingly on the top floors of the glass vicinities, your breath stilling at the admirable sight. “eat the rich but i could get used to this.”
your unconfident trudges finally came to a stop at a creme door, luxuriously crafted. with that quality? it had to be.
your stomach broiled in suspense as you rang the two way intercom, free hand gripping onto your overnight bag at what would happen next.
“this is the sitter you called for? for jeno?”
a pregnant pause had passed until you heard a small ‘mhm’ being thrown back in return on the intercom, your face dropping immediately at that.
some fucking professional.
the ear-penetrating buzzing blasted out from the intercom as a result of the door being unlocked, alerting the nosy hallow halls of the presence of a new company.
you took a deep breath to calm your nerves before pushing the automatic heavy door open with your hand and strolling into the spacious home, placing your items down on the couch.
first mistake.
“jeno!” you made kissy noises and crouched, expecting to be met with the love of a young and energetic puppy.
“you shouldn’t put your things on other people’s property, miss sitter.” a bass filled tone spoke from behind you, a shrill gasp ripping out of your throat.
“what the hell?” you grabbed onto your chest, heart damn near beating out of it’s cavity while you rose from your bent position and turned to look at the source of noise.
an attractive male stood tall before you, hands tucked into the pockets of his raised hoodie and legs adorned with what looked like balenciaga sweatpants. his sharp eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of you, causing you to curl into yourself at having dared to make eye contact with him.
oh.
“where’s jeno?” you tried hard to steady your clearly wavering tone and glanced around to avoid any further awkward stares.
“you’re looking at him.” jeno snorted and knocked back his hood with a veiny hand, revealing golden blonde locks and a pair of black floppy ears.
the world seemed to stop at that moment. how in the hell> did you skip over the fact that you were looking after a grown ass man?
“no— no i’m supposed to be looking after a puppy with attitude problems and a cute little underbelly. you.. you’re not that!” you refuted, backing away in astonishment.
jeno’s head tilted, soft ears quirking at your remark,”do you not see the ears, dumbass? i am a puppy. didn’t my owner tell you i’m a rottweiler hybrid? or like, anything about me at all?”
your eyebrows furrow in on themselves at his insolent reply, lips suddenly falling agape in realization. “damn. i should’ve known. average dog sitting doesn’t pay that much an hour.”
“i don’t care, just get your shit off of my seat.” he grumbled, waiting expectantly for you to take your bag off of the couch.
an annoyed expression etched its way onto your features, your once confused face dropping quickly at jeno’s rudeness,”listen. i don’t want any problems with you. but we’re about to have a very uncomfortable night if you don’t understand basic fucking respect, asshole.”
jeno’s jaw clenched, your heart rate picking up once more at his mirrored annoyed face. something was 10x more terrifying about his own annoyance than yours.
the taller male slowly made his way over to your small stature until he was mere centimeters apart from being pressed against you,“if i want your stuff off of mine, it comes the fuck off. if i tell you to jump, you ask how fucking high. no questions asked.”
“you’re not listening. you don’t understand how this works—“
knocking you back a few steps with a swift nudge of his chest, his ears stood predatorily. “i understand that you don’t know how things work in my house. catch up.”
you now understood why you were being paid a fortune to look after this horrifying brat.
you rolled your eyes and bumped past him to take your bag off of the couch, his stiffened body instantly relaxing and the uninviting aura around him shifting into one of tranquility.
“so, it looks like the girl has a brain in that thing on her neck.”
you were starting to regret coming over in thin sweat shorts and a cropped long sleeve, feeling embarrassed as you felt your arousal leak through your pants.
he was insulting you and you were getting horny.
jeno stared you down for what seemed like an eternity before snorting and turning to leave up the steps in disinterest, not bothering to look at you,”guest room is up and second to last door on your right, bathroom is under renovation so if you wanna piss or shower you’re stuck with me, princess.”
this was a problem.
you weren’t about to tiptoe around this asshole all night! but you had to make the best of it. after all, this was your ticket to keeping a roof over your head.
sighing dramatically you plopped onto the floor, the spacious couch staring at you jeeringly while your ass began to hurt within seconds of sitting on the hardwood.
dickhead wouldn’t even let you sit.
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the clock was nearing eleven when your stomach started to fuss angrily. you already changed into your pajamas and spent hours tapping away on your socials. your last meal was hours before you stepped in the building so you were bound to be starving by then.
unsure what exactly you could touch without getting your head knocked off your shoulders, you just decided to take a chance.
second mistake.
you lightly toed your way into the kitchen and over to the grand fridge, opening it as quietly as possible to not stir the beast in his cave.
“what to eat.” you muttered to yourself, scanning the contents and deciding on making noodles with the ingredients in the full fridge.
the house was filled with a daunting silence as you began preparing the meal for one. you felt like prey in the middle of a forest trying to refeed before the scary predator came and snatched you up.
“hey, you. ugly girl. the fuck are you wearing? you’re barely covered up.” jeno’s daunting voice called out from over the counter.
damn it. you nearly seethed.
“it’s y/n, fucking dork.”
“okay, y/n. the fuck are you wearing?” jeno asked again, nose scrunched and top lip curled in aggravation.
“i was fixing to watch a dog, not babysit a demonic hybrid. and whatever i choose to wear doesn’t have anything to do with you.” you turned back to your food, giving it a good stir before popping open the stainless steel dishwasher next to you.
he watched wolfishly as you bent over without a care in the world to grab a dish and scoffed,”any more and those pair of panties you call shorts are splitting in half. you’re provoking me.”
“i don’t know what you’re into, perv, but the way you’re describing me with so much fire is giving me the impression that you like it. go fuss about the ass you’ll never have somewhere else.” you waved your free hand at him, shooing him away while leveling yourself back up and placing the bowl onto the counter.
“whore.” jeno stalked off towards a different part of the spacious house.
who knew where he’d pop out from next?
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midnight quickly approached and your stomach was full, your mood shooting up after that delicious bowl of instant noodles. you’d have to buy those when you got back to your apartment.
jeno hadn’t made an appearance since his harassment earlier and you were thankful, not up to playing his bullshit at this time.
all you had to do was find your room and hope that there would be no more challenges.
how could you fuck that up?
after cleaning up after yourself and grabbing your bag, you made your way up the steep steps and toed down the hall to the provided room.
the large hallway was pitchblack and the only lights guiding you down safely were the ones flashing from under what you assumed was jeno’s room.
getting to your room, you tied your hair back and out of your face and placed your things down by the door. daringly deciding to check up on him, you bounced lightly on the balls of your feet to his door.
suddenly, the world stilled as you mistook one step on the hardwood, a groaning creek shouting out a call from the floorboard alerting jeno and anyone if they were in proximity.
shit!
bolting down the steps, you nearly tumbled down the last few but regained your composure and ran straight for the other side of the house.
you weren’t sure where you were going in the dark but now it dawned on you that the safest place would have been the guest room.
jeno’s footsteps were loud and fast, chasing after you as if he were in the middle of a hunt. “stupid girl. you know i told you to fuck off.”
trying to hold in your pants as you ducked down under what seemed to be a dinner table, your heart beat uncontrollably in your chest.
“i can hear your breaths. can practically smell your fear too.” he grits, pacing around the table.
you just prayed his vision wasn’t good in the dark. it was a roll the dice chance after all, being that he was a hybrid with the characteristics of the most brutal hunting breed there was.
waves of silence washed over the both of you and jeno’s steps couldn’t be heard anymore, neither could your once shaky breaths.
this is the end. you thought. he’s going to maul me.
“this is what you wanted right?” you suddenly heard the low voice in your ear, the hair on your neck standing in surprise.
before you could duck and run, jeno grabbed you by your neck, large hand closing easily around your delicate throat.
“cant— i-i can’t fucking breathe!” you wheezed out, thrashing in the death grip.
“it’s what you asked for, y/n. say it.” you couldn’t make his face out in the pitch blackness but you swore you could see the flash of his canines curved into a taunting grin.
he didn’t wait for a response before crawling out from under the table, your neck still held in place by his unforgiving hold.
puffing out what felt like your last breaths as your kicks grew weaker, jeno finally let go of you, your head dropping onto the cold floor roughly.
hacking and wheezing, you wondered if the money was even worth it now. this hybrid was hell sent.
jeno slicked your hair back with his hand while you hiccuped,”there there.”
“you fu— ow! jeno stop!” you scream out, nails digging into his forearm as he hoists you up into a sitting position by your bun.
“poor you. you’re not too sure how to play this game, am i right?”
“freak! let me go!” your nails dug deeper into his arm, causing him to rip his hand away from your hair and hiss in pain.
“fucking bitch!”
you took this opening to shoot up and lunge across the room, shooting up the steps.
with jeno’s door wide open you could see your room perfectly and it was close within your reach.
so close.
a hand shot out and gripped your wrist, holding you in place, causing you to cry out.
how the hell was he so fast?
“you’re not innocent. if only you could see yourself right now.” jeno laughed.
you must’ve been so caught up in the chase you weren’t aware of the growing patch of arousal staining the entire front of your pajama shorts.
“its— ”
jeno lifted a finger to your lips, shushing you.
“i know all about you. do you like the chase, y/n? do you like it when i’m this rough with you?” his eyes creased with entertainment at your desperate expression.
the finger to your lips dropped as you opened your mouth and he was backing away.
“your call. i won’t show any mercy once you’re in though.”
your mouth definitely played against your brain at that moment,”wait! wait. how are we gonna do this?”
jeno’s head tilted, perked ears dropping,”do what? i thought we were playing a game.”
he’s fucking playing me. you thought outraged.
it wasn’t exactly your gameplan to get your back beat in by this hot puppy hybrid, but now that you were in, there was no way in hell you were backing out.
“i want you to— to… fuck me.” you looked to the side, words falling off your tongue timidly.
“okay.” jeno shrugged casually.
“okay?” your jaw nearly fell to the floor.
after all that?
“do i have to come get you, or are you gonna get over here?” he stuck his hand out, waiting impatiently for you to grab a hold of it.
once you grabbed the large palm, he tugged you into his room, slamming the door shut behind him.
you stared in awe at the spacious quarters, letting out a surprised huff at the eager shove jeno gave you towards his bed.
“should we really—”
jeno laughed amused,”what happened to ‘oh my god! please fuck me jeno!’”
your nose scrunched in embarrassment as you took the hint and began sliding your pajama pants down,”don’t look.”
“such a baby, fine i won’t look.”
the taller male turned and slid out of his sweatshirt easily, tugging his shirt off after and walking over to lock his door. “can i turn around now, baby”
you sat on the bed nervously, playing with a loose thread on the duvet and curling your toes. you weren’t sure if this was such a good idea now that you were in his room, but you definitely wanted this.
“yeah, go ahead.”
turning almost too eagerly, jeno took a moment to scan what he was working with before silently making his way over to the bed and crashing his lips against yours needily.
“mmf— jeno!” you froze in place, unaware of what set him off as he attacked your neck next.
“don’t talk.” he murmured out authoritatively, taking a hold of your clenched thighs and lifting you with ease. he dropped you on the middle of the bed restlessly and was quick to slide out of his sweatpants, your eyes widening with every passing second.
“are you fucking crazy? where’s that thing even going?” you scrambled up into a seated position, legs closing together.
“ugh, y/n stop stalling. it’ll fit just fine.” jeno pried your legs open.
“you’re not even gonna prep or anything?” you tried, backed against the headboard at this point.
he settled in between your legs, his hand dragging his leaking tip between your salivating folds,”don’t be such a fucking baby. i know you can take it, y/n. just loosen up.“
a part of you felt scared that you’ve never taken anyone this big before but his endless pressing seemed to get more firm by the minute.
“okay.. please go slow, jeno. i’m being serious.”
jeno scoot up wordlessly, running your slick down the base of his hardened cock and dipping in slowly.
your face twisted in pain, fingers grabbing the sheets tightly. “it hurts— jeno it hurts!”
jeno’s jaw fell slack, hips drawing forward as if there were any room left. “shh, baby. you’re opening up for me so well.”
involuntarily clenching, your entrance slightly burned at the sudden intrusion. jeno bottomed out before lifting a hand to pick the stray strands off of your sweat beaded forehead, lips pulled back into a devilish grin.
your heart began to race once you met his clouded gaze, unsure if that was a good sign,”jen—“
he pistoned forward, heavy length pile driving into you with no end and placed his hands on top of yours, forcing you down and pliant.
“slow, you idiot! i said slow!” you cried, back smashing against the headboard with every thrust. by the entranced look of pleasure on his face, you realized there was no getting through to jeno as he rut into you.
“so fucking tight. can’t believe you didn’t even ask for a condom. little whore wants me to breed her dumb pussy.”
quickly, your body began to take calm to jeno as one particular thrust had you pitifully moaning. “just like that.” you hummed, another shameless moan pouring out in suit regardless of his realization.
“y/n, i’m gonna turn you over.” jeno said lowly, hips slowing down to switch your position.
within a matter of seconds, you quickly found yourself face down into the sheets that reeked of jeno’s scent and your ass up.
jeno’s fingers gripped your waist bruisingly as he picked up, satisfied groans ripping out of his throat.
your face squished into the mattress with every thrust, annoying you to no ends but nonetheless drawing aroused noises out of you at your usage.
squeezing around him as well as you could, jeno’s head fell back and his hips gained momentum. you gasped as you felt his hand leave your hip and onto the back of your head, stuffing it into the bed.
“what are you doing!” you called out, words muffled by the duvet.
you could hear the preen in jeno’s taunting tone,”fuck you here? is that what you said?”
you laid confusedly before you felt him pull out all at once and tap his tip teasingly against your rim.
before you could protest, jeno was sliding into your gaping entrance again and thrusting with vigor, almost as if he wanted to silence you.
his actions were incalculable at this point, forcing you to believe he was just saying things to get you to react.
soon enough, his movements grew sloppy and breath got heavier, signaling to you that he was close until his creamed cock was sliding out and being pried into your rim.
your hips shot up at the intrusion, painful shouts eaten up by the mattress.
i’m going to kill him. you thought.
an animalistic growl ripped its way out of his throat as your hole slowly made way for his throbbing length,“fuck, i’m never pulling out. beg all you want. this hole belongs to me.”
your teeth grit down into themselves as your thighs tensed, you had lost all energy to try and push him off leaving you vulnerable to his thrusts.
jeno paused for a second, stilling inside of you. with the hand he used to push your head down, he was now using it to pull your head up, fingers threaded in your hair near the scalp.
ignoring your cries of pain, jeno leaned in and pressed his spit-licked lips to your ear, your body collapsing from his weight against your own,”was this the ass i’d never have? hm, y/n?” he whispered mockingly.
jeno snuck his free hand underneath you, using two fingers to pry open your drenched folds and using another to rub quick circles onto your clit.
small whines filled the room as he worked his hips into your hole, finger continuing to swipe at your quivering core.
“fuck, that’s it, baby. i knew you could take me here too. feels so fucking good.” he huffed out.
a muffled knock came at the door just then, motivating jeno to snap his hips into your ass and curl up the fingers dragging against your aching clit.
your head snapped over to the door, adrenaline rushing through your system as well as guttural moans spilling out once his brutal pace drove untimely squirts out of you.
your jaw hung slack as your orgasm hit you a pulse later, legs jolting up.
“jeno!”
“jeno, unlock the door! what are you doing in there!” the doorknob jiggled under pressure, frightening you into clenching madly.
“pull out, dumbass! it’s your owner!” you hissed, batting his hand out of your hair as you regained your senses.
“shut up, y/n, i’m gonna cum.” he groaned out throatily, digging his nose into your neck as his hips slowed. you felt his teeth graze the sensitive skin in the crease of your neck.
sighing irritatedly as he released inside of you, you kicked your legs out from under him,”we’re about to be in so much trouble, get the hell off!” you complained, flinching as the knocking on the door got louder.
“get under the covers and pretend you’re asleep.” jeno lazily muttered after rolling off of you and leisurely redressing.
he tossed your clothes at you to hide with you as he made his way to the door and shut the tv off, swinging the door open with annoyance.
“the sitter fell asleep while we were watching a movie, you didn’t have to do that. what are you doing home so early?” you heard jeno mutter.
your eyes were shut delicately, breathing lightly as silence fell over the room. you assumed you were being spectated.
“i got anxious. i know how you get around sitters and i insisted i leave early.” the unfamiliar voice sighed out. “when she wakes up tomorrow, you can tell her i’ve already paid her for the full night.”
“will do. anything else before i go back?” jeno asked impatiently.
“yes actually, there is. you forgot to pick up the girl’s underwear you little shit.”
freezing in his spot, jeno didn’t bother turning to see if it was true or not. “it was an accident.” he whined, shocking you at the soft sound. you were convinced he was incapable of anything remotely pleasant.
“we’ll talk about this in the morning. stay the hell away from the poor girl tonight. get downstairs, go.”
as if you could feel jeno’s icy glare shot towards you, your body tensed until all you heard was the door click shut and footsteps furthering down the hall.
you were positive you’d be quite familiar with this home soon enough. after all, you were good with dogs.
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