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fairy-angel222 · 2 months

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𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑’𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

—the popular trio at school seem to have a thing for you

pairing: gojo x fem! reader x geto x shoko

content: smut, foursome, mommy kink, daddy kink, oral (givin n receiving), double penetration, all holes stuffed, choking, pet names, praise, spit, use of strap on, fingering

wc: 2.5k

Gojo, Geto and Shoko always had a soft spot for you. Despite being the popular group of the school, they always wanted to be by you. To hold your hands or place small kisses to your lips when you least expected it. You were just so cute. And the trio couldn’t help but to love you, crave you, need you. That is why when Shoko invited you over, you thought nothing of it. Accepting the invitation with that pretty little smile of yours.

Until you found yourself laying naked on her bed. Your head in her lap as she kissed down your neck. A wide grin on her face at the small whimpers bubbling in your throat. Gojo kissed down your chest, his smirk never faltering as he sucked your nipple into his mouth, swirling his warm tongue around it. You let out a soft moan, your hands finding their way to grip onto white strands when he let go of the pert bud with a pop.

Gojo continued kissing down your stomach, his hands on your hips as he reached your puffy folds. The man chuckled, “so wet for us already, hmm?” Your face flushed, the room seeming to only get hotter when Gojo licked a stripe up your pussy. You moaned loudly when he began to lap at your wetness, his tongue switching between dipping into your hole and flicking at your sensitive clit.

Shoko cooed, running her hand through your hair as you whimpered and moaned. A loud mewl falling past your parted lips when he thrusted two fingers into you, curling the long joints so that they pressed against your gummy spot with each movement.

“You sound so pretty baby, taking his tongue so well. Open sweetheart.” she smiled when you complied, your mouth parting wider as you allowed her spit to hit your tongue. A soft groan leaving her mouth as she watched you swallow, running her finger along your bottom lip to wipe off your drool mixed with her spit.

Lewd squelching filled the room when he thrusted his fingers even harder into you, his mouth latched onto your clit as he sucked. You began to moan loudly, your thighs twitching as they threatened to close. Gojo scowled against your skin, biting down softly while using his free hand to shove your legs back open. “Behave.”

Your eyes filled with pleasurable tears. Your toes curling and your legs getting shaky as you felt the coil in your stomach intensify. Moaning uncontrollably as your hips lifted off of the bed. Shoko’s hand caressed your cheek, “look at you, gonna cum baby? Go ahead and make a mess for us yeah.”

You let out a broken mewl, crawling away from the torture of Gojo’s hot tongue before a hand around your neck held you still. “Be a good girl and take it baby. You’re almost there.” Shoko encouraged, her hold on your neck tightening as she watched your eyes roll back. Your mouth hung open in pretty cries as you squirted. Long fingers still thrusting into you despite the flow of your wetness.

Gojo’s tongue lapped up your sweetness, groaning against you as he drowned in the gushing liquid. You panted as you came down from your high, your bruising grip on his hair loosening for your hands to fall at your sides instead.

Shoko leaned down to peck your lips, a smile on her face as her small hand left your neck. “Did so well, hmm, you want him to fuck you?” She teased with a smirk. Your breathing still heavy as you nodded. Her head tilted, “Gonna have to do better than that sweetheart.”

“P-please.. please fuck me.” You begged softly. She looked at you to continue, “What else..?”

You gulped softly, “Please— daddy, p-please fuck me.”

Gojo smirked, “As you wish.”

You yelped as you were roughly flipped onto your hands and knees. Shoko smirking as she spread her legs in front of you. You let out a whimper, feeling Gojo rub his thick tip along the slit of your leaking pussy, Shoko bringing your face down to hers at the same time.

Shoko whimpered when your muffled moan sent vibrations through her clit. Your warm tongue beginning to lick up between her sopping folds, a loud incoherent cry slipping past your lips when Gojo bullied his entire length past your tightness. His hips molding perfectly with the flesh of your ass.

Gojo threw his head back with a loud grunt, his fingers digging into your fleshy hips as he rutted into you, his fat veiny cock grazing your sweet spot with every roll of his hips. You let out a string of babbled moans into Shoko’s wet pussy, slowing the movement of your tongue as your hands gave way beneath you. Using them to grip her soft thighs with your chest flat on the sheets.

Shoko began to grind her hips against your tongue, high pitched moans leaving her mouth as she used her hands to shove your face even deeper. Her slick coating your nose down to your chin as you curled your tongue inside her.

“F-fuck— baby, your tongue feels so good.” she moaned out, her legs trembling when you inserted a much too short finger inside of her. Just knowing that it was you in between her thighs was enough for her, she had already been imagining it for so long.

You only moaned in response, your tongue swirling around her clit as Gojo continued his merciless pace, the loud slamming of his hips echoing off the walls of the brunette’s room. “You’re so fucking tight, shit— squeezing me like a fucking vice.”

You whimpered and cried into her slit, Gojo’s cock hitting deep inside you as he bounced his hips off the fat of your ass. “Taking me so well, go good for daddy and mommy— yeah baby?” your pussy clenched at the praise, your eyes closing and your tongue losing its rhythm as you licked at her wetness in random motions.

“Would you look at that. Hottest thing a man could walk into.” A deep voice groaned. Geto leaning against the frame of the door, a particular purple item hanging from his long fingers.

Shoko’s head shot up, making contact with it purple as another moan left her. “T-took you long enough.”

Geto rolled his eyes, peeling off his shirt to expose rock hard abs as he stalked toward the bed. Throwing the long strap to Shoko before taking a seat near your head. His hand combed your hair back softly, a smirk on his face as you looked up at him through your lashes.

Shoko cursed, her eyes rolling back as her thighs squeezed around the sides of your neck. Her body trembling as her hips arched up into your mouth. “Fuck baby— mommy’s gonna cum for you. So good.” she cried out, her pussy tightening around your curled finger as she gushed onto your awaiting tongue.

“Awww, you look so cute baby.” Shoko squealed, stretching to take her phone on her nightstand before snapping a picture of your drenched face.

You let out a loud whine, feeling your orgasm wash over you as your body shook. Burying your head into the sheets only to have it yanked up by Geto with a warning look on his face. “Nngh— d-daddy.” Your cry had the man swallowing hard, standing up to discard his sweats and reveal his standing dick. His large hand beginning to fist it at the same pace you were being fucked.

Gojo’s hand found its way to your clit, rubbing small circles until you were babbling chants of his name loudly. “Come on sweetheart, cum for us.”

You didn’t need anything else to let go, your legs going weak as you gushed around the man’s cock. Your constantly flowing slick threatening to push it out. Gojo’s abs tensed, abruptly pulling out in an attempt to stop himself from breeding you full.

Your breathing was rapid as you calmed yourself down, blurred eyes watching with a whimper as Shoko finished strapping on the monster of a fake cock.

“We’re not done with you yet.” Geto’s deep voice rumbled out, his tip red and leaking as he single handedly lifted you out of your position. His thick muscles flexing as he forced your smaller frame into the one he desired.

Geto kneeled on the bed, your legs spread onto his arms as he held you up against him. Your back pressed flatly onto his broad chest with his soft lips kissing down your neck. “Ready baby?”

You nodded, feeling Geto’s dick collect your wetness from between your folds before lining up with your ass. “This is gonna sting okay?” You let out a silent scream as he forced his thick girth into you. Your ass stretching to accommodate him as he bottomed out.

Your small hand gripped onto his arm, tears falling onto your pretty cheeks when he began bouncing you on his cock. His tip reaching deep in your guts as you tried to take it all. “H-hurts— “ you whimpered, small sniffles filling their ears as you let your head fall onto his shoulder.

“Shhh baby, it’s gonna feel better soon.” He whispered, nodding to Shoko who crawled over to you immediately.

Shoko kneeled in front of you opposite Geto. Using her fingers to gather your slick before stroking the purple toy and lining it up with your fluttering pussy. Your eyes widened, shaking your head warily as more tears welled in your eyes. “I can’t— i can’t take it,”

Shoko frowned, her other hand caressing your face before gripping your cheeks. “Come on baby, do it for me okay? Make mommy and your daddies proud yeah?”

Your lips quivered as you nodded slowly, Shoko’s frown turning into a grin as he lined herself up with your cunt once more. You let out a short scream as the dildo pushed into you, feeling the two cocks pressing against each other in the middle. they were both so deep. Your mouth hung open in loud mewls and cries as they found a steady rhythm.

Shoko roughly thrusting into you every time Geto pulled you off his cock. Then Geto slamming you harshly back down once Shoko pulled out. You were a mess, being roughly ravished on two thick, long dicks as you moaned out their names.

Gojo’s hand gripped your neck softly, turning your head towards him as he placed the tip of his fiery red cock against your lips. You opened eagerly, running your tongue from his tip to his base along the vein. Gojo groaned when you took him down your throat, breathing through your nose as your lips touched his pelvic region.

“Holy f- fuck— who taught you how to- fuck.” You looked up at him with innocent eyes through wet lashes, bobbing your head up and down while swirling your tongue sloppily around his tip. Gojo’s face was reddened as he groaned loudly. His hands falling to his sides as he began to thrust his hips into your mouth, your tongue still pressing against the vein’s length.

Geto grunted as you clenched down impossibly harder onto him, his eyes finding Shoko’s who watched you with pure desire. Geto smirked, leaning forward over your shoulder to latch his mouth onto Shoko’s breast, his teeth lightly grazing her nipple as she moaned loudly.

“F-fuck— don’t stop.” She groaned, her fingers tangling in Geto’s hair as he continued his pleasurable torture. You let out a muffled whimper onto Gojo’s cock. Drool sputtering past your lips as he held you down against his white pubes.

Loud noises filled the room as sweaty bodies rubbed up against each other. Geto groaning around Shoko’s perky nipple every time you tightened around him. Shoko’s head thrown back with her hand in Geto’s hair as she kept up her rough pace of fucking into your sopping cunt.

Gojo’s mouth opened in short curses and grunts as he fucked your warm throat, your lips puffy and swollen around his throbbing length.

“Nngh— ‘m gonna c-cum,” you let out an incoherent mumbled cry, black clouding your vision as a slender finger reached down to rub your clit. It was too much, the pleasure was so intense. Your tears stained your flushed cheeks as you were fucked to your high. Your jaw slackening around Gojo in an attempt to moan out freely.

The hands in your hair tightened, Gojo using your throat as his personal flesh light while the other two rocked you on their cock like a tight pocket pussy. You let out a mewl, your body trembling as you let your orgasm wash over you. Your brain empty and your head fuzzy as you came. Clenching down hard on both ends as you drooled onto your tits.

“F-fuck, come on baby, give it to us.” Geto groaned.

You let out a string of high pitched broken cries, your body now shaking as your cunt gushed once more unto Shoko’s thighs and the bed below, the mere pressure so close to pushing her strap out of you. “Good fucking girl,” Shoko cooed, slowing down her pace before pulling out of you. Your pussy fluttering at the new found emptiness.

Gojo’s thrusting stilled, holding you tight against the base of his cock as he spilled into your throat. You gagged slightly, coughing as you felt the thick liquid go down.

Geto let out the loudest groan, his head thrown back as he bounced you even more roughly on his cock. “Fuck—“ he grunted, his thrusts sloppy as he allowed ropes of his hot cum to spurt into your ass.

Pulling out of you, Geto allowed your legs to fall limply onto the bed, his arms now wrapped around your waist as he held you onto him. Gojo sat next to him, placing your wobbly legs onto his lap while Shoko sat in front of you, placing kisses to your face as she smiled teasingly, telling you about how good you were.

“Such a good girl for us, so cute. Took us all so well, hmm.” she hummed, snuggling her face between your breasts making the two men laugh as you giggled.

Geto’s hot breath fanned against your ear. Gojo’s hand running over your legs as he let his head rest onto Geto’s broad shoulder. “I would suggest we all shower together but I know that no showering would take place.” Geto laughed, placing a wet kiss onto your forehead while Gojo placed small kisses to your cheek.

“Can’t wait to do this again, and again, until you can no longer walk.” Gojo grinned. “Gonna mold you to take our cocks and our cocks only. Ruin you for anyone else.”

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draecys · 6 months

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handsy jjk men! . . . ( gojo, geto, toji )

handsy gojo! who loves skin to skin contact. it's cute when he needs to be holding your hand or have an arm around your waist - but you bend over to pick something up and he's immediately humping against your ass, as if you can't literally feel him fake fucking you right now.

"mhm— no," satoru whines, fingers digging into the flesh of your waist, pulling your ass flush against his bulge. "toru, you're so childish..." you sigh, but instead of him easing off where he's bent over your body against the kitchen counter, grinding his hardening cock against you from behind...

"f-fuck, stay still." satoru drives his hips forwards, humping against you like a dog in heat, a patch of wetness forming on the front of his sweatpants from his cock drooling precum. "could cum jus' from this, angel. you're gonna let me? please, need it so bad..."

and it's embarrassing because he gets so hard from it that he just can't help himself! please just let him cum!

handsy geto! who loves kisses. he always needs to kiss you and it's filthy, so sloppy — your mouths make the most outrageous sounds and he doesn't even care to pull you out of a crowd, he's making out with you and shoving his tongue into your mouth, moaning when he pulls away and there's a string of spit connecting you two.

it starts with a peck on the cheek while you're smoking together, like always. but then, somewhere along the way—

"ew, sugu!"

"hm?" suguru's mouth leaves your neck with a wet pop! he's hardly listening to your ranting, really, but can you blame him? the dark haired man licks a stripe up your throat with his tongue, metal bulb of his piercing giving you goosebumps. "just so pretty, baby... don't want me to kiss you anymore? 's that it?" he whispers.

and you cave, like always.

"yeah?" suguru groans, kissing you with a hot, open mouth, soft smacking sounds of tongue against teeth and spit against flesh drowns out your whimpers against his lips. "you like that sloppy shit?" he sucks on your tongue, going in deep for a searing kiss, intensifying the makeout to the point where you feel lighthead.

the moment you're about to gasp for air, suguru leans back and there's a string of spit connecting you two. as if to add insult to injury, he darts his tongue out to lick your lips clean.

nasty, the way he likes it.

handsy toji! who really doesn't care. when he gets horny he needs you. on the subway ride home his hand is under your skirt, cupping your pretty cunny through your panties, rubbing his thumb over the wet patch, dipping his finger under the fabric to flick your clit a few times just to see you squirm a bit. but when he's done playing with you? yes, he will pull your panties to the side and yes he will finger you and make you cry even on a crowded subway.

"keep em' open." toji grunts against your ear, curling his fingers inside your sloppy cunt the moment he feels you start squirming like a bitch in heat, desperately trying to hide your quivering thighs with your skirt.

it's embarrassing, sitting on his lap on the subway and hearing all the lewd noises your pussy makes around his digits with each pump. "toji— mmph—! wait—!" you whisper shout, hanging your gaze to the floor, hips subconsciously grinding back onto his hand, thighs slapping shut with a wet smack at the stimulation.

"what did i say?" he dips his head in the crook of your neck, stilling his thrusts, edge of his rough palm snug against your throbbing clit — a punishment. "fuckin' brat, look at the mess you're makin' on me..." he uses his other hand to pry your thighs wide again.

his pants are damn near soaked and you're on the verge of tears when he shoves his fingers in deep, only to still them, drawing out your orgasm. "c-can't—wanna cum— shit!" you slap a hand across over mouth when it comes out louder than you intended, a few strangers gazing over at the scene.

"oh? did i say you could cum?" it's like you did toji's job for him. because he starts scissoring you open, daring you to make another sound. "exactly, now quit whinin' and take it — know you can do it f'me, doll."

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konigsblog · 20 days

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brain rotting away at the thought of being put in a full nelson by simon riley himself. 💯

we all know how strong simon is. he's been in the military for over a decade and trains every single day, even on his time off. he enjoys the power and control he has, using his strength to manhandle you into various different positions to fuck his hot load deeper each round.

his muscular and burly arms lift your legs up, forcing them against your chest. your back is pushed against his sweaty, muscular chest as he holds your legs against your chest, angling his broad hips to ease inside your drooling hole slowly while whispering pure and depraved filth into your ear. you whine out quietly with each inch sinking deeper into you, eyes wide as you gaze down at the mess between your supple thighs, globs of simon's cum from previous rounds smeared all over your slick pussy, coating your warm sex in his hot, creamy stickiness.

your body shakes with anticipation and excitement as he pushes further inside, feeling as his heavy balls make contact with your tight rear, slapping against your slick cunt repetitively with each thrust, the impact of his balls against your cunt and his strong hips against your ass silencing your mewls and pleas.

simon drives his sturdy hips skyward into you, his grunts hoarse and loud beside your ear. you listen to the sound of his huffing and heaving and his cruel and degrading words as he fucks his bulbous, swollen dick into your tight hole until you're chanting his name like a prayer. the sensation of your gummy, spongy walls pulsing around his veiny shaft intensified simon's pace as the tightness of your walls pushed simon closer to the edge of his growing release. he huffs at the scent of your shampoo in your hair and the scent of your perfume on your neck, like a complete pervert, addicted to the scent of your arousal and bliss.

you moaned and trembled with each deep thrust, simon's drooling tip against your cervix, the pain and pleasure leaving you speechless. your eyes rolled backwards, and you threw your head back at the pulsating ache between your legs, leaving you unable to string a coherent sentence together as he fucked you into stupidity. you whimpered meekly at the stretch of his large length pulsating inside of your drooling hole, admiring the state of your weeping pussy and how you coated his veiny shaft in a glimmer of your sweetness.

simon pushes his cock deep inside you, pumping out strings and ropes of his hot, potent semen against your cervix, the head of his dick weeping, and shooting creamy loads of his stickiness into you.

he'd pull out, rolling and rubbing his swollen, fat dick back and forth between your folds, grumbling into your ear as he felt your pussy pulse around nothing, your cunny coated in his pleasure and arousal.

#orla speaks #not a thought inside my head but positions with the cod men atm :(#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley imagine #simon riley smut #ghost call of duty #cod ghost #ghost headcanon #ghost mwii #ghost imagine #ghost mw2 #call of duty ghost #mw2 ghost #ghost cod #ghost simon riley

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ratedfleur · 2 months

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oh my god .. professor!sunghoon and college student!reader HHHHHH im just drooling rn

the things i want him to do is unimaginable like JAIL TIME FOR MEEEEEEEE but do i know where this oneshot is going? nope.

i just know that he likes it when you sit right at the front of the class, wearing a tiny skirt with a bullet vibrator right in your cunt for him to control as he spoke to the class, hand in his pocket as he fiddled with the remote.

“miss ___, are you okay? you look quite unwell today.” sunghoon calls out mid test when he sees your legs crossing and uncrossing as you tried to stop from letting the vibrations spread all over your body, making you shiver when the vibrations intensify every other second.

“y-yes, i’m alright..” you mutter, timid smile popping up on your face as you looked at him, as if warning him with your eyes.

he nods, still playing around with the remote’s controls before he smiles at you warmly, “very well, do tell if you need to go to the infirmary.” sunghoon says to you as you shakily nodded, fingers shaking as you tried to pick up your pen, shakily writing down on your paper before you stood up, “may i go out? i’ll be out for just a moment.” you say before sunghoon dismisses you with a small smile.

he follows shortly outside to the hallway, seeing you walk to the restroom with shaky legs like bambi. you were already cursing and trying to stop your moans from slipping out of your lips, even cursing sunghoon in the process before he called out to you.

“hey, come here.” sunghoon calls out to you, demeanor switching up now that you were both alone. whipping your head to look at him, you ignore him as you tried to walk to the restroom, already wanting to take sunghoon’s stupid toy out of you.

“you’ll regret taking that out.” sunghoon says firmly before he watches you with a triumphant smile when you turned around and walked towards him, letting sunghoon pull you into his office.

being one of the head professors had its perks, and that meant having you at whatever time he wanted during class hours.

#mikha’s brainrots #enhypen #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #sunghoon hard hours #sunghoon smut #sunghoon x reader #enhypen smut

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fvsm4x · 4 months

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#MAYBE IN ANOTHER LIFE? [Gojo Satoru] part III

SUMMARY: Your boyfriend, who you loved more than anything, who was your will to live, broke up with you.

— C.W: ex-boyfriend! Gojo satoru x depressed! female reader , geto suguru x reader , dark themes , suggestive , hurt no comfort.

— WORD COUNT: 4.2k+

— A/N: I wonder what happens next..😋

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Moved on? No..that can’t be true.

The sight before him felt like a nightmare, a cruel twist of fate that tore at his heart. His ocean blue eyes stared deep into his best friend's darker eyes, searching for any sign that this was all a terrible mistake. But his best friend only glanced back at him, devoid of any emotion, as if their actions held no consequence.

This was a betrayal of the highest order in Gojo's eyes. His best friend, the person he had trusted and confided in, had slept with his ex-girlfriend, the same ex-girlfriend who gojo had left for someone better. The pain was like a knife twisting in his chest, leaving him breathless and shattered.

Gojo wiped away the tears that streamed down his face, his mind swirling with a mixture of anger, sadness, and disbelief. He turned away, unable to bear the sight any longer, feeling a deep sense of loss and abandonment. It was as if his entire world had crumbled before his eyes.

As he walked away, his mind wandered back to the past, to the moments when he and you were still together. He remembered the warmth of your presence, the way you fit perfectly in his arms as you lay in bed together. Your bodies intertwined, your chest rising and falling with every breath, and the gentle rhythm of your heartbeat. It was a moment of pure bliss, a moment he had taken for granted.

His eyes were wide open, gazing at your peaceful face. Your eyes closed, your mouth slightly open, and a small droplet of drool escaping from the corner of your lips. Without hesitation, Gojo gently wiped it away, his touch filled with tenderness and love. He pressed you closer to his chest, wanting to protect you from the world, to shield you from any pain.

But now, those memories only served to intensify the agony he felt. He had promised you the world, vowed to be the person you needed and deserved. Yet, he had failed you, repeatedly breaking your heart with his thoughtless actions. He had kissed other women in front of you, disregarding your feelings and causing you immeasurable pain. And yet, you forgave him every time, always giving him another chance, always saying, "It's okay. I forgive you."

You were an incredible person, too good for him. Most women would have walked away, refusing to tolerate such mistreatment. But you saw the good in him, the potential for growth and change. You believed in him, even when he didn't believe in himself. Your kindness and forgiveness were boundless, and he took advantage of that.

And now, he had left you for someone he deemed "better." He claimed that this new person had a stronger mind, a better physical appearance. But those reasons seemed shallow and insignificant compared to the love and devotion you had given him. He had discarded your heart, your everything, for someone who later betrayed him.

The pain of it all was overwhelming. The tears continued to flow down Gojo's face, his heart heavy with regret and self-loathing.

The weight of his actions bore down on Gojo’s shoulders, a heavy burden that threatened to crush him. The pain he felt now mirrored the pain he had inflicted upon you with his thoughtless words. As he walked out of the room, his steps heavy and slow, he couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of remorse and regret.

The hallway stretched before him, a long and seemingly endless corridor that mirrored the vast expanse of his guilt. Each step he took felt like a painful reminder of the hurt he had caused, the trust he had shattered. As he reached the front door, he paused, his hand trembling as he grasped the doorknob. It was as if he was standing at the precipice of a deep abyss, unsure of what lay beyond.

With one last glance back at the room, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and sorrow, Gojo closed the door behind him. The sound of it resonated in his ears, a finality that echoed through his soul. The outside world greeted him with a torrential downpour, raindrops falling heavily from the sky, as if the heavens themselves were mourning the loss of something precious.

The rain soaked through his snow-white hair, clinging to his face, mingling with the tears that streamed down his cheeks. The droplets cascaded down his body, drenching his white dress shirt, the fabric becoming slightly translucent under the weight of the water. But Gojo paid no attention to his appearance, his focus consumed by the turmoil within his heart.

As he walked through the streets, the rain continued to pour, washing away the remnants of his pride and arrogance. Each step he took felt like a penance, a physical manifestation of his remorse. He stopped and turned around, his eyes fixated on the apartment where you and his best friend now resided. The desire to apologize, to make amends, burned within him like a flickering flame.

The pain of being left for someone else, the feeling of abandonment, was a sensation he couldn’t bear to imagine you experiencing. He longed for the chance to rebuild a connection, to salvage what was left of the bond he had foolishly shattered. The thought of being friends, of starting anew, provided a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that engulfed his soul.

Yet, doubts lingered in his mind, fueled by the harsh words his best friend had spoken. Could it be true that you had moved on, that you had forgotten about him? The possibility seemed unfathomable, but he couldn’t deny the consequences of his actions. The pain he had inflicted upon you was immeasurable, and he questioned whether forgiveness was even possible.

The realization of his own wrongdoing hit him with a force he had never experienced before. The magnitude of his actions, the way he had left you for someone else without a second thought, haunted him. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to forgive someone who had treated him in such a callous manner. The guilt gnawed at his conscience, a reminder of the monster he had become.

But despite the darkness that consumed him, Gojo couldn’t bear the thought of losing you completely. He yearned for your presence, your love, even though he knew he didn’t deserve it. The fear of being alone, of facing the consequences of his actions without you by his side, gripped his heart with an iron vice. He was not ready to let you go, to accept that he had destroyed something beautiful.

In his heart, he knew he had been a horrible person, a monster who had taken away everything he had once given you. The stability, the security, the love that he had provided when your life was falling apart had been ripped away, leaving you vulnerable and alone. The realization of his own cruelty left a bitter taste in his mouth, a bitter taste he was determined to change.

But even in the depths of his remorse, Gojo held onto a sliver of hope. He wanted you to stay, to give him a chance to make things right, even though he knew he didn’t deserve it. He was willing to fight for your forgiveness, to prove that he could change, that he could be the person you deserved.

As Gojo continued his solitary walk in the pouring rain, his mind raced with thoughts of the past and the future. The weight of his mistakes pressed heavily upon him, but he couldn’t help but cling to the hope that he could somehow make amends.

The memories of your first meeting flooded his mind, a stark contrast to the present. He had offered you a lifeline when your world was crumbling, providing you with a roof over your head, nourishing meals, and a sense of security. But then, in a moment of weakness, he had torn it all away, leaving you with nothing.

The guilt gnawed at his conscience, reminding him of the pain he had caused. How could he have been so thoughtless, so selfish? The realization of his own actions being mirrored back at him was a harsh reality he couldn’t escape. He knew that he had been a horrible person, capable of inflicting unimaginable pain.

But the desire to do things right burned within him, a flicker of hope that refused to be extinguished. He couldn’t bear the thought of you moving on, forgetting about him, as his best friend had claimed. The doubts lingered, but he clung to the possibility that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for redemption.

The rain continued to fall relentlessly, the droplets merging with his tears as he walked through the deserted streets. Each step brought him closer to a decision, a determination to rectify his mistakes. He knew it wouldn’t be easy, that rebuilding trust would take time and effort, but he was willing to do whatever it took.

He vowed to find a way to help you regain your independence, to provide you with the means to support yourself once again. It was the least he could do, a small step towards making up for the pain he had caused.

As he walked through the rain-soaked streets, his thoughts consumed by the desire to make amends, Gojo couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for forgiveness, for a new beginning. He knew he didn’t deserve it, but he was determined to earn it.

Back in the apartment where you and Geto had spent the night together, the scene was serene and peaceful. As you lay there, still deep in slumber, your body nestled against his chest, a sense of tranquility filled the room. Your thumb found its way into your mouth, a comforting habit that you had carried into adulthood, and your eyes remained gently closed.

Geto, unable to resist the urge to admire your serene face, gazed at you with a mixture of tenderness and longing. He delicately brushed away a few strands of hair that had fallen across your face, his touch gentle and affectionate. As he did so, his arm instinctively tightened around you, as if to protect you from any harm that might come your way.

His gaze shifted from your face to your neck, and he couldn’t help but lean in closer, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. It was a gesture of intimacy, a way for him to feel even closer to you in that moment. As he did, your hands found their way into his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands, cradling them with a tenderness that only deepened his affection for you. Your fingers gently massaged his scalp, creating a soothing sensation that brought a slight smile to his lips.

But that smile quickly faded when he heard you utter a name in your sleep.

„S’toru..“

It was his best friend's name, a name that held a power over your heart that he could never compete with.

The weight of that realization crashed down upon him like a tidal wave, drowning him in a sea of self-doubt and heartache. How could he have been so naive to think that he could ever replace the one who had captured your soul?

A bitter taste filled his mouth as his grip on you tightening. The pain of knowing that your heart would forever belong to another pierced his soul, leaving a deep, irreparable wound. He couldn't help but question his own worth, wondering if he would ever be enough for you.

The thought of you, still yearning for his best friend, tore at his heartstrings, leaving him feeling hollow and broken.

In that tender moment, as Geto’s ears caught the gentle melody of your soft breaths and he felt the comforting weight of your slumbering body nestled against his chest, a wave of bittersweet emotions washed over him. It was in this very moment that he couldn’t help but question whether he would ever summon the courage to release his grip on you, to let you soar freely into the vast expanse of the world. For he understood that true love meant granting you the freedom to pursue your own dreams, even if it meant relinquishing his own happiness in the process.

A deep sigh escaped his lips, as if carrying the weight of his internal struggle, and he slowly closed his eyes, savoring the precious connection between your beings. In this fleeting moment, he knew that he had to cherish every second, for it might be the last time he would experience such profound intimacy.

As you slowly opened your eyes, the sight of an empty bedspread greeted you. Gradually propping yourself up on your elbows, you pushed yourself up from the bed, feeling a sense of disorientation. You looked around, attempting to restore clarity to your vision by rubbing your eyes gently.

After finishing the brief moment of eye-rubbing, you opened your eyes again and surveyed the room. It was devoid of any presence, with the curtains drawn wide, allowing the warm sunlight to filter in. Your gaze shifted to the end of the bed, where a small pile of clothes caught your attention. Carefully removing the blanket, you prepared to rise to your feet, only to find your legs betraying you. The lower half of your body ached from the events of the previous night.

Wincing at the pain, you instinctively held onto your stomach, where the most intense discomfort resided. Determined to ignore the discomfort, you summoned the strength to stand up, taking hold of the pile of clothes and proceeding to get dressed.

The aroma of freshly cooked pancakes filled the air, instantly making your mouth water. The tantalizing scent seemed to beckon you towards the kitchen, where you found Geto standing by the stove, his skilled hands expertly flipping golden brown pancakes.

As he heard your footsteps, Geto turned around, a warm smile spreading across his face. He greeted you with a soft “Good morning,”

You returned his greeting, taking a seat at the kitchen island. The smooth surface felt cool against your fingertips as you watched Geto meticulously arrange the pancakes on a plate. The sight of the fluffy stacks, topped with a generous drizzle of maple syrup, was enough to make your stomach growl in anticipation.

As Geto carefully placed the plate of pancakes in front of you, you couldn’t help but admire his attention to detail. Each pancake was perfectly cooked, with a delicate golden crust and a fluffy interior. The aroma of the warm maple syrup mingled with the buttery scent of the pancakes, creating a symphony of flavors that danced in the air.

You picked up your fork and knife, ready to dive into the delectable feast before you. The anticipation grew with each bite, as the soft texture of the pancakes melted in your mouth, leaving behind a sweet and satisfying taste.

You glanced up from your plate, catching Geto’s gaze fixed upon you. His expression was vacant, devoid of any emotion. It was as if a wall had been erected between you, separating the intimacy you had shared just hours ago.

„How are your legs?“ he asked, while you flushed red as you remembered last night‘s events.

Placing your fork down on the plate, you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, avoiding Geto’s penetrating stare. The soreness in your legs served as a physical reminder of the intensity of your encounter. “I- uhm… They’re sore,” you muttered, your voice barely audible.

Geto’s face contorted with guilt, his voice barely a whisper as he apologized. “Sorry,” he uttered, his voice filled with regret.

You tried to reassure him, your voice tinged with a mix of understanding and self-blame. “Ah- It’s okay, don’t worry. It was also kinda my fault,” you replied, the words escaping your lips almost involuntarily.

You reached for another pancake, attempting to distract yourself from the discomfort of the conversation, stuffing it into your mouth to fill the awkward silence.

But Geto’s next words pierced through the air, shattering the fragile peace that had momentarily settled between you. “Listen… I don’t want to make things awkward between us, but I think it’s best if we just forget about what happened last night,” he spoke, his gaze averted, avoiding the intensity of your gaze.

Your eyes widened at his words, a mixture of shock and hurt flooding your being. It felt as if the ground beneath you had shifted, leaving you unsteady and uncertain. The vulnerability and connection you had shared now seemed to be discarded, deemed insignificant and disposable. Your lips trembled slightly as you struggled to process his request.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, attempting to steady yourself amidst the storm of emotions raging within you. The word “okay” slipped from your lips, barely audible.

But as you uttered that single word, a whirlwind of thoughts and questions consumed your mind. Did you do something wrong? Was your presence a burden to him? Did he regret sleeping with you?

Your gaze shifted towards Geto, who still avoided your eyes, his own turmoil evident in his body language. The pain of his words reverberated within you, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. In that moment, you couldn’t help but wonder if you were nothing more than a temporary distraction, a regrettable mistake in his eyes.

—

Days had passed since that fateful night when you and Geto had shared a passionate encounter. In the aftermath, you found yourself retreating to the confines of your room, seeking solace in the familiar walls that surrounded you. Occasionally, you ventured out to the grocery store, trying to distract yourself from the whirlwind of emotions that consumed your thoughts.

But amidst the mundane routine of your days, you began to notice small gifts appearing by your door. They were simple tokens, accompanied by a note that simply read, “I’m sorry.” The identity of the sender remained a mystery, leaving you perplexed and intrigued. You couldn’t help but wonder who was behind these gestures of remorse and what they were apologizing for.

Curiosity got the better of you, and you decided to confront Geto about the mysterious gifts. His reaction was puzzling, as he glanced at the note with furrowed eyebrows before simply stating, “I don’t know.”

As the days turned into weeks, you couldn’t help but notice a shift in your relationship with Geto. The once easy camaraderie and shared activities seemed to fade away. Eating meals together, watching TV, playing board games - all those moments of connection became a distant memory. Every time you suggested doing something together, Geto would find an excuse to avoid spending time with you. The distance between you grew, leaving you feeling isolated and confused.

You had convinced yourself that sleeping with Geto would help you move on from your lingering feelings for Gojo. You had hoped that by giving yourself to Geto, you could erase the memories and emotions that tied you to Gojo. But it didn't work. The feelings remained, stubbornly clinging to your heart, making you question the choices you had made.

Guilt washed over you, a heavy weight that settled deep within your being. You realized that you had used Geto as a means to an end, using him to distract yourself from someone else. The realization left you feeling remorseful and remorseful. Why hadn’t Geto spoken up before? Why hadn’t he expressed his reluctance to engage in such intimacy?

As you stepped out of your room and made your way towards the kitchen, the anticipation of cooking a delicious meal filled your thoughts. However, as you entered the kitchen, you were met with a surprising sight. A woman, unknown to you, stood by the stove, engrossed in her cooking. Her back was turned towards you, hiding her face from view. Yet, even from this angle, you couldn’t help but notice her captivating presence. Her long brown hair swayed with each movement, accentuating her graceful hips as she hummed a melodic tune. It was clear that she possessed a beauty that was hard to ignore.

Summoning your courage, you approached the woman and stood behind her. Your shyness threatened to overwhelm you, but you managed to find your voice. “Uhm, excuse me… but who are you?” you asked, nervously twisting your hands in front of you, attempting to conceal your timidity.

Upon hearing your question, the woman turned around, her gaze meeting yours. In that instant, your confidence evaporated, replaced by a mix of awe and unease. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of light blue that bordered on gray, locked onto your own. Her flawless skin and overall radiance only added to her undeniable beauty.

A warm smile spread across her face as she responded, “You must be Suguru’s roommate, if I’m right?” Setting down the spatula she had been using, she extended her hand towards you. “Nice to meet you! I’m his girlfriend, Hime!”

Your eyes widened, and your mouth fell slightly agape. It felt as if the world around you had come crashing down. The once inviting warmth of the kitchen seemed to dissipate, leaving you in a cold and desolate space. Hime’s revelation echoed in your mind, and a sinking feeling settled in your chest. You managed to muster a strained smile and a barely audible acknowledgment, but inside, a tempest of emotions raged.

The reality of Suguru having a girlfriend hit you like a cruel blow, shattering the hopeful anticipation that had filled your heart. Deep down, you knew that you still harbored feelings for your ex, Gojo. Yet, despite this knowledge, an overwhelming sense of jealousy consumed you. You couldn’t help but envy the happiness that radiated from Hime.

Why couldn’t you be happy? Why did Gojo have to find someone else and seemingly snatch away all the joy that was once yours? The pain in your heart was unbearable, throbbing with an intensity that seemed to overshadow everything else.

A torrent of thoughts and doubts flooded your mind. Perhaps you weren’t deserving of happiness, destined to be denied the same contentment that others seemed to effortlessly possess. You fought to conceal the sadness brewing within you, nodding politely as Hime continued to speak. However, each word she uttered carved deeper into your conflicted feelings. The once cozy kitchen, a space that had been filled with shared moments, now felt like a lonely battlefield where emotions clashed and waged war.

“Oh, there you are… it seems like you already met her,” a voice from behind you chimed in, interrupting your thoughts. Startled, you turned around, locking eyes with Geto, his darker gaze meeting your own. A wave of conflicting emotions washed over you as you processed his presence.

The realization dawned on you that perhaps Geto had asked you to forget about that fateful night because he already had a girlfriend. Maybe he regretted what had happened, considering it a mistake. Your eyes dropped slightly, a pang of hurt piercing your heart at the sight of him with someone else. Part of you wished you could be Hime, but another part resented the idea. It was a tumultuous mix of emotions that left you feeling lost and uncertain.

However, you knew deep down that you had no right to be jealous. Geto was an amazing and caring man who deserved all the happiness in the world. You should be happy for him, even if you couldn’t help but feel a tinge of sadness. You mustered a smile, determined not to let your true feelings show. After all, you had no right to claim any ownership over his heart.

Looking down, you muttered a small, “Yeah…” in response to Geto’s comment. Hime rushed over to him, jumping into his arms as he caught her. They shared affectionate kisses. It was a sight that stabbed at your heart, a reminder of the happiness you longed for but seemed forever out of reach.

Why couldn’t you experience that kind of happiness? It wasn’t as if your ex, Gojo, hadn’t showered you with attention. The problem was that you weren’t the only one receiving that kind of affection from him. He had cheated on you multiple times, and yet, you forgave him time and time again, despite the pain it caused you.

But you couldn’t let him go because your love for him was so strong, so all-consuming. You held onto the belief that he would eventually change, that he would realize the error of his ways. But that moment never came. Instead, he left you before any change could occur, leaving you broken and questioning your worth.

“I’m going out…” you spoke.Turning around, you made your way towards the door that led to the outside world, craving the solace of fresh air.

Geto turned to look after you, his eyes filled with concern and confusion. “But it’s already late. You shouldn’t go out now,” he spoke, releasing Hime from his embrace and following your retreating figure.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. I just need some fresh air,” you replied, slipping on your shoes and jacket, preparing to face the world outside.

“But… fine. Just be careful, and call if something’s the matter,” Geto said, his hand nervously resting behind his neck as he watched you intently.

“Okay,”

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Hello I love your non con writings. Specially your rape smuts are top of the line. I througly enjoyed your Wony and SinB smut dump. Lily one was good too. Can you make Karina the next toy for your Smut Dump? Karina getting brutally raped in all of her holes for dating someone other than her fans or something similar would be amazing.

Smut Dump 4: Karina

A/N: Hello! I have nothing to say other than thank you! I couldn't be happier and truly glad that there's someone out there who enjoys my absurd work. Also, I'm sorry for taking so long to get to this. I hope you (and the others) have fun reading.

T/W: Gang Rape, Nasty Stuff, a little blood, Anal, Mentioned Prolapse

Karina's hardcore fanboys discover she's been dating someone outside of her dedicated follower group.

Enraged at her perceived betrayal, they ambush her as she leaves a recording studio late one night.

They knock her unconscious and drag her into a dingy back alley reeking of garbage and stale piss.

When she comes to, Karina finds herself stripped naked, her wrists bound tightly behind her back in a kneeling position.

Three of her biggest fans surround her, leering maliciously as their rock-hard cocks jut out from unzipped pants.

"You've been a very bad girl, Yu Jimin," one of them snarls. "Time to punish that stupid body of yours for stepping out on us."

The first fan, a tall skinny guy forces her mouth open and shoves his thick shaft deep into her throat, making her gag.

Another bulky man spreads her legs wide as he slips underneath between her legs before positioning his swollen cockhead at the entrance to her slick unprepared slit.

He then slams into her roughly, her muffled screams vibrating along the cock violating her mouth as he starts pounding her cunt mercilessly.

As the first guy keeps savagely face-fucking Karina, she gags and drools excessively, tears streaming down her cheeks from the rough throat penetration.

"Fuck yeah, take that cock, you stupid cow slut," he growls.

Meanwhile, the second man hammers her pussy relentlessly. "Your cunt belongs to us, bitch. We're going to use every one of your fuck holes tonight to teach you a lesson."

A third man moves behind her, rubbing the thick head of his veiny cock against her puckered asshole.

"Get ready for this monster cock to wreck this tight little asshole," he says with a sadistic grin.

He forces the bulbous tip into her resisting sphincter, making Karina wail in pain around the dick gagging her.

Inch by inch he works his way inside her bowels, stretching her anal ring wide.

Soon all three men are slamming in and out of her abused holes in a brutal rhythm, grunting like feral animals.

Karina's holes are savagely used by her vengeful fans as their assault intensifies.

The one face-fucking her throat grips her hair in a fistful and hammers his thick slab of meat back and forth between her slobbering lips.

"Choke on that fucking cock!" His balls slap loudly against her chin with each vicious thrust.

The other two men show no mercy either. Her pussy is drenched as the second guy's rigid pole batters it at a punishing pace, his heavy nuts swinging back and forth under her bruised thighs, spreading them even wider.

The ass penetrator has buried half his considerable size into her vice-like sphincter, feeling it desperately contract around his violating shaft.

"That's it, whore...loosen up that ass! You're gonna take every inch whether you like it or not!"

The collective sounds of excessive wet flesh on flesh, gagging, sobbing, and fierce male grunting fill the filthy alley as Karina's perfect body is annihilated in a bone-jarring triple penetration.

Her fans are vicious, degrading animals, releasing weeks of built-up frustration through violently using all her holes.

Karina arches her back sharply, gagging loudly as the cock slides deeper down her constricted throat.

The man face-fucking her grasps her head firmly with both hands, using it like a human fuck toy while snarling nasty insults.

Behind her, the fan pounding her sopping pussy from below slams upward with harsh, piston-like strokes.

Stringy ropes of her unwilling arousal cling to his lapidated length, coating his groin and upper thighs. Her knees are forced up and out.

The third savage penetrating her asshole laughs loudly as Karina squeals around the mouth-invader.

His hands grip her fleshy asscheeks like a steering wheel, spreading them apart to grant deeper access to her clenched rectum.

Already over half his thick cock has been forced into her bowels.

Her big, saggy breasts sway and jiggle furiously from the intense triple-pronged onslaught.

One man lashes out, taking turns slapping them viciously with his open palm, leaving reddening handprints on her pale, sweat-slicked flesh.

"Look at these fucking udders flop around! Bet your new boyfriend doesn't get to abuse these titties like we do, you ungrateful bitch!"

The vicious pummeling and demeaning words rip more muffled wails from the human fucking doll.

"Oh fuck, here it comes, slut!" the fan throttling Karina's face grunts out a warning.

His cock swells thicker in her crammed mouth as potent seed explodes down her convulsing gullet.

She's forced to swallow spurt after molten spurt, choking and gagging around the still-thrusting meat pole.

When he finally pulls free, his shrinking prick leaving a sloppy trail of saliva and jism across her cheek, the furious man winds up and slaps her hard across the face.

“Swallow it all, you worthless whore!!

Karina coughs and splutters, wailing in despair, "P...please, I'm so-sorry!” Another smack on her face. “Argh!! No more, PLEASE!"

But the other two ravaging her lower holes are far from satisfied. The one jackhammering her cunt grunts through clenched teeth.

"You hear that, bitch? We're NOWHERE near done with you yet!" Just then his swollen tip swells further as his own pent-up explosion hits.

A high-pitched squeal rips from Karina as her insides are bloated with thick ropes of scalding seed, painting her womb white.

"OH FUCK OH GOD PLEASE!" she babbles, tears and mascara streaking black down her reddened cheeks.

Her pleas fall on deaf ears as the anal ravager continues rearranging her guts savagely.

A deep, satisfied groan escapes the man who just pumped Karina's formerly pristine womb full of his thick seed.

Instead of withdrawing, he stays hilted inside her aching, puffy pussy, savoring the hot velvet sensation as her violated channel quivers around his still-rigid cock.

"C'mere, you traitor slut," yanking her upper body down to lay atop his heaving chest.

Large calloused hands grasp and squeeze both doughy tit-udders, mashing them against his grinning face.

Karina's sobs renew as his mouth latches harshly onto one dark nipple. He sucks obscenely while biting down, clamping the tender nub between his teeth.

A high-pitched shriek rings out as he draws blood, crimson spotting his lips and chin.

"ARGH! P-PLEASE, NOOOO!" she bawls piteously. But none show mercy.

The burly man double-stuffed in her tight asshole stiffens, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises as he erupts.

Karina's scream mingles with his guttural roar as his nasty cum floods her ruined anal hole, splattering up into her guts.

When he finally wrenches free, her abused sphincter is left gaping. She can't control it as her bowels unleash a wet gurgle.

A thick, sticky thread of cum and yellowish fluid oozes from the prolapsing rosebud, drooling down her thighs.

With sinister grins, the depraved gang haul Karina's floppy form over to the nearby dumpster. They bend her over it roughly, not caring about the foul stench of rotting garbage surrounding them.

One grabs her by the throat, forcing her upper body down against the filthy metal lid as another moves in behind.

"Make sure this fucking bitch screams for us," he barks, lining his puffed cockhead up with her gaping, slimy asshole.

Gripping her hips in a vice, he slams forward, impaling her ravaged rectum on his entire length in one deep thrust.

"AAAAAAGGGHHHH!!!" Karina screams, mouth gaping in a rictus of utter agony.

Jagged shards of pain lash up her spine as the thick cock stretches her destroyed sphincter wide yet again.

The other two men take turns using her flayed arms as leashes, pulling her battered body back onto their friend’s awaiting cock.

Sobs and pleas tumble from her drooling lips as they take turns piercing her creampied cunt with no respite.

"P-Please... Slow down— M-Mercy!! " she garbles out amidst hysterical bawling. "I...I c-can't... AAAAGGGHHH!!"

But her tormentors are deaf to her abject begging. All they care about is achieving twisted pleasure through demolishing her idealized form into a broken wreaking of bodily fluids and humiliation.

The merciless assault intensifies, if such a thing is possible.

Karina is yanked off the dumpster lid entirely by the two deviants raping her cunt and asshole in rapid succession.

Her shapely legs are lifted high, calves draped over shoulders as the two maniac fans impale her holes with frenzied, upward slam.

"AAAAHHHH!!! P...PUH-LEEEEZE!!" she wails, voice already growing HOARSE from the relentless screaming.

Spits and smeared mascara streak her blank face as Karina is rag-dolled between two punishing cocks.

Each time her raw pussy is vacated, it gapes horrifyingly, exposing her insides before the next thick cock buries itself to the root.

One impatient fan shoves forward, mauling her pendulous, sweat-soaked breasts as he waits his turn.

Fingers claw and squeeze the supple flesh without mercy, leaving crimson weals from his vicious grip. The metallic taste of her torn fills his tongue.

"Look at these fucking udders!" he bellows with sadistic glee. "These fat tits are MINE next, you hear?!"

He spits a thick loogie directly onto one upturned tit-curve before burying his face into the bountiful sweaty valley, rutting like a bull.

Karina's once pristine, porcelain features are now a puffy, streaked, ruined mess. A lifetime's worth of hardcore porn couldn't prepare her for this level of violation.

The onslaught continues until every last one of the vengeful fans has emptied their swollen balls into Karina's formerly tight holes.

Over and over they take turns demolishing her gaping cunt and prolapsed asshole with ruthless poundings, leaving her continuously oozing thick ropes of cum.

By the end, the starlet is barely conscious, her naked, ruined body covered in dried and fresh streaks of cum, sweat, and tears.

Mascara-stained eyes are half-lidded, vacant expressions of utter shock upon her once radiant face. Throaty cries and whimpers occasionally escape her purpled lips.

"That'll teach this slut to start respecting her real fans again," one of the men says, zipping up his soiled jeans.

The others snicker and spit on Karina's quivering form in disdain.

With a hard kick to her side that forces out a wet belch of their combined expenditures, the guys slink off into the night.

The disgraced idol is left a cum-drenched and nearly-unrecognizable heap amid the reeking alleyway filth.

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Do As Mommy Says | Wanda Maximoff

Pairing: Dark!Stepmon Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader Warnings: dubcon, cnc, age gap Word Count: 1.3k Genre: smut Summary: Mommy has dinner with her special girl.

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“Darling,” my stepmom, Wanda, purred in my ear, spooning me from behind after sauntering up to me. “What do you feel like eating for dinner tonight?”

I stuttered ever so slightly, intimidated and aroused by the closeness. She smelt so good and I could feel her breasts pressed up against my back … no, stop! She was my stepmom.

“Um,” I swallowed roughly, trying to regain my composure. “Anything is fine. What do you feel like eating?”

She inhaled deeply against my neck and I froze.

“Mm, I think you already know, don’t you, pretty girl?”

The throbbing between my legs intensified tenfold and I couldn’t seem to catch my breath.

“W-Wanda -” I started before I was silenced by the feeling of her lips on my neck.

“You know that’s not my name.” She whispered against my skin and I shuddered.

“Mommy,” I breathed, my eyes closing at the feel of her lips against me. “I don’t think -”

“Then don’t, sweetheart.” Her arms wrapped around me and her hands found my breasts, groping them greedily as she assaulted my neck. “Let mommy think for you.”

I couldn’t help but moan as she sucked on my sensitive skin, giving into her just as she expected I would. I whined as she slipped her hand up my shirt, cupping my breast and teasing my nipple through the fabric of my bra.

“Mommy, don’t.” I whispered, trying to pull myself away from her weakly.

She let go of the skin of my neck, leaving a dark bruise in her wake, and grabbed at me tighter.

“Don’t deny mommy of her precious girl.” She hissed in my ear, pinching my nipple and grabbing at the hem of my shorts, tugging them down roughly to get to my most intimate place.

“Please, mommy!” I cried, grabbing at her hand that was now cupping my clothed sex.

She ignored my pleas, her hand fully pushing down my shorts and slipping into my panties. Her fingers found my sex and gathered my slick before pressing them into me. I cried out at the intrusion, but couldn’t deny that her taking me like this, fucking me without my permission, was turning me on further.

“Spread those legs, pretty girl. Mommy needs to be inside you.” She panted in my ear.

I didn’t even have time to listen to her before her other hand joined and spread my legs herself.

“Such a disobedient girl.” She growled as she started to fuck me, her strong fingers taking my virginity.

“Mommy!” I cried, tears building up in my eyes as she fucked me through the pain, which quickly turned to painful pleasure.

My body tightened and fought against her fingers, but my cunt ached and throbbed for her. I let her take control of me, my tears finally falling as she pumped into me, her other hand releasing my leg and finding my clit. My wetness soaked her hand as she fucked me and I couldn’t help but moan at the sounds we made together.

She grunted into my ear, her back pressed tightly against mine, her hips humping my ass ever so slightly as she claimed me, fucked me like a toy made just for her pleasure.

“Mommy,” I whimpered softly, my hands grabbing onto her forearms. “It hurts.”

“I know it does, sweetheart.” She panted. “But you take me so well. Look at how your pussy milks mommy’s fingers. So needy.”

I looked down and watched as she pumped in and out of me, her hand glistening with my wetness.

I bit my lip to stifle my cries, not knowing if a moan or a whine would come out, and I was too embarrassed to be heard.

She kissed my neck, licking and sucking at my sensitive skin as she rubbed tight circles on my clit. She knew I was close and shame overcame me as I dug my nails into her skin, my chest heaving.

“Stop … mommy, I’m gonna -”

“It’s alright, princess, cum for mommy. Mommy needs you to cum all over her.”

I threw my head back against her and came, tears spilling down my cheeks, drool dripping down my chin, and my slick squirting all over both of us.

“That’s my good girl,” she cooed as she continued to fuck the orgasm out of me. “Such a good girl.”

“Mommy …” I groaned, pulling at her arms to get her to stop fucking me. I couldn’t take any more.

“You need to give mommy another. Can you do that?”

“No,” I whined, sniffling softly. “No more.”

“One more, sweet girl. Just one.”

She released me just to turn me around and get on her knees before me. Her eyes were dark and she was breathing heavily. I could only imagine how soaked she was.

She pulled my shorts and panties down all the way and I stepped out of them. She tossed them to the side and immediately dipped her head between my legs and started licking at me with a hungry fervor I wasn’t familiar with.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged slightly, moaning as she licked my pussy from top to bottom, discovering every inch and crevice of me and claiming it as her own.

“S-stop,” I moaned, bucking my hips into her face. “You can’t …”

She grabbed my thighs tightly and continued to lick and suck at me, very quickly figuring out what would get me to cum the quickest.

She wrapped her lips around my clit and swirled her tongue around it. I almost lost my balance as she tore another orgasm out of me. I let out a low moan as I fucked her face, my hips having a mind of their own.

“Mommy, mommy,” I chanted, my breath hitching as I cried for her. “No more.”

She looked up at me, licking her lips and panting softly.

“You’ve been such a good girl,” she said with a smile. “Don’t you think you deserve more as a reward?”

“No,” I cried. “I’m not a good girl, mommy, I can’t cum again.”

“You’ll do as mommy says.”

She dragged me down to the ground with her and laid me down, clearly not taking no for an answer. She stood up briefly to remove her pants and underwear, then laid down next to me. She grabbed my face and began kissing me, the taste of me still fresh on her tongue. I tried to pull away from her, but she held me tight, and honestly, I loved the way she tasted with me on her tongue.

I moaned into her mouth and I felt her smile against me, one of her hands grabbing my leg and bringing it over hers. She pressed herself against me and I pulled away from her, looking down at our bodies.

“What are you doing, mommy?”

“We’re both gonna feel so good, baby, okay? Just trust mommy.”

She grabbed my thigh and pulled me impossibly closer to her. I could feel her wetness against my own and I couldn’t help but grind myself against her.

“That’s good, sweetness. Just keep doing that.”

My hips moved, my body humming with pleasure as I worked my pussy against hers.

“You’re gonna make mommy cum.” She breathed, her own hips jerking and grinding against mine.

“Mommy,” I whined, gripping her waist and pulling myself against her chest. “Gonna cum again.”

“That’s okay, that’s what mommy wants. She wants you to make a mess all over so she can clean you up again.”

“Ahh, ma- mama!” I cried as my pussy pulsed against hers.

She grabbed my face and kissed me roughly as she came, swallowing my cries for her as she did so.

As we both came down from our highs, she released me, letting me fall against her chest as I trembled in her arms.

“You did so good for mommy.” She whispered against my hair, holding me close to her. “Now I have to get you cleaned up before daddy gets home.”

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forusomimiya · 10 months

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HQ guys B.D.V (big 🍆 vibes)

You sensed his size when you dropped your hand on his thigh in the car on the way home, slowly stroking it down to the prominent bulge beneath his trousers. Your eagerness to reach in and masturbate him mercilessly intensified when your thumb brushed his tip and he shivered from the touch.

You thanked God when he parked the car in the garage and you sat on his lap, discovering after pulling down his waistband, that under those old grey sweatpants there was no other garment covering his erection.

"God, it's exactly as I imagined" heedless of his desires, you hurriedly masturbated him slowly, salivating as you watched leaks appear from time to time as your fist squeezed the tip.

"Just sit down on it" his weak breathing became a torture. "Wanna you to take it whole"

You were going to fuck it. For your life you were gonna fuck that fucking cock. You got accustomed to the pain when you let him pound your weak spot over and over again, so you took advantage of it and used it as you please, turning your guts into chaos, driving you to madness between weeping and wailing, turning you into a drooling, desperate little mess.

"It's amazing to feel ya so deep inside baby" the palm of his hand on your belly helped you feel him every time you bounced, increasing the warm feeling growing in you. "Can't wait for you to take me just as good in your throat".

Iwaizumi, OSAMU, USHIJIMA, ARAN, BOKUTO, mattsun, DAICHI, asahi, LEV, kindaichi, WASHIO, futakuchi, daishou, terushima

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wittlesissyb4by · 3 months

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You tried to fight it, you tried to block it out. The hypnotic music worming through your ears, a mixture of infantile lullabies, soothing voices, and even stern ones overlayed with each other. It was all so chaotic it made your head spin, like you were in a trance.

Even though you were blindfolded, you could swear you were seeing waves, spirals, stars. Was it just your imagination? Or was it something they put in your bottle? Maybe it was the sour liquid slowly seeping through the bulb of the pacifier in your mouth. Every time you suckled for air your mouth got a little more numb. Drool seeping from the sides of your lips.

You felt so claustrophobic. Any attempt at movement was haulted in some way, and every time you did, the diaper between your legs crinkled.

But the worst was the churning feeling in your bowels. A combination of bubbling and cramps that made you feel sick to your stomach. You knew what you had to do, what they wanted you to do, but you didn’t want to give this place that satisfaction.

You kicked and screamed and whimpered into your gag, but you couldn’t even hear yourself over the hypnotic music. No way they could hear you down the hall. More likely, they didn’t even care.

You got the feeling you weren’t the only one here. You’d heard the same whimpers and whines when they were escorting you down the hall. But that was just when you were in a straitjacket. What kind of sick ‘rehabilitation’ program was this??

The bubbling in your guts was unbearable. How long had you been holding it? You’d lost track of time long ago. You couldn’t even say how long you’d been here. Was it hours? Or days? Being in a blind, hypnotic haze really messes with perception of time.

You clenched, thrashed, tugged, did anything you could to try to make the cramps go away. But you knew there was only one way to end it. It had to happen eventually. You knew it did. They obviously weren’t letting you go any time soon. Or maybe they would once they got what they wanted?

The voices in your ears told you it was okay. That this was normal. Well…your “new” normal.

It’s what good girls do…

Mess your diaper…

Mary had a little lamb…

Be a baby…

You’re a slut!

Little lamb…litTLe lamb!

It’s not like you know how to be an adult…

You’ll never use the potty again!

It’s okay…

Everything will be fine…

Poop your diaper!

Let it out…

You don’t know if you made the decision yourself, or your fried brain just followed what the voices told you, but you gave one last, desperate clench, then relaxed…letting everything flow out of you.

All of your senses seemed to focus on the warm, icky sensation now present in your diaper. Even the music seemed to stop. As uncomfortable as you were before, that was increased 10 fold.

You tried to struggle more, to escape the messy muck somehow, but it only made it worse. The music kicked back in again, or maybe it never stopped? You couldn’t feel your mouth anymore, just the drool dripping down the sides of your cheeks. The spirals in your eyes intensified.

Maybe they would come change you now. Let you go. Release you from the confines of your mind.

But they were still hours away, or maybe days? There was no telling anymore. The music continued to play, the mixture of melodies numbing your brain.

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slutzyy · 11 months

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bill kaulitz x reader !

context: smut 18+, edging frm receiving, fingering, dirty dialogues, mocking,

“does it hurt, baby?”

a choked moan leaves your lips as bill brings his head up from between your thighs, lips covered in your essence. he rubs his fingers against the soft, damp skin of your upper thigh, dragging them up with feather-light touches until they ghost right above your drenched cunt. your thighs are held apart with his hands, the rings on his fingers leaving an imprint due to the pressure he applies to keep them apart.

“y-yes bill, it hurts so fuc-fucking bad,” you hiccup, eyes squeezing shut when he coos at you. he drags his fingers lightly around your hole, caressing the skin with the tip of his index and middle fingers.

“aw, that’s sad,” he chuckles, a bright glint in his eyes when he reaches to pull out a toy from the many others placed next to you on the bed.

you arch your back when the bullet vibrator is pressed against your clit, a broken cry reverberating throughout the room. bill can only grin as he turns the setting lower, forcing small circles on your swollen clit; and the grip you have on the sheets under you is so hard, you could almost tear them to shreds.

you can’t even form a coherent thought, let alone telling bill that you can’t cum anymore. it all comes out as blabbers, and bill couldn’t care any less.

“what was that, baby?” he asks, eyes glancing up your body as he pulls the vibrator away. you take a deep breath before loosening your grip on the sheets just the slightest, opening your mouth after swallowing your saliva to wet your dried throat.

“i-i can’t cum, please, i-it hurts,”

“i see, i see,” he nods, feigning understanding of your tiredness. he had you held in this position for not a second less than two hours; you couldn’t count on your fingers anymore how many times you’d cum throughout the night.

“but i’m having so much fun,” he fake pouts, bringing the vibrator down to your hole, prodding it against your entrance. he bites back a chuckle when you whine and your breathing intensifies, mouth dried up again as you leave it hanging open at the pain that slowly bleeds into pleasure throughout your lower half.

“aren’t you having fun?” he asks, eyes widening ever so slightly as he looks up at you in faux concern. the whines and cries leaving your lips are more than enough for the answer he wanted, thrusting the vibrator into your hole as he lowers his head back between your thighs.

licking at your clit, he grazes his teeth on it, keeping his pace with the vibrator as he takes the speed up a notch. you sob when you’re sure he isn’t stopping his ministrations any sooner, drool and tears staining your pretty lips. you’re pretty sure the neighbours are going to have a word with you tomorrow for troubling their sleep, but the way bill spread open your folds with two fingers to push in the vibrator, you couldn’t care to give a shit.

you think he’s going to pull away, the way you’re shuddering under his touch, desperate to release. but when he presses his lips to your entrance, you’re cumming harder than ever, spilling your juices around the buzzing vibrator and onto the bed.

“let me ask you that again,”

“does it hurt,?”

#bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz #tokio hotel #tokio hotel smut #tokio hotel x reader #tom kaulitz smut

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faeriehighfemme · 3 months

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oh nothing just imagining me spread out lazily on our couch, legs wide, robe spilling open to reveal my nipples peaked, glistening with spit and sensitive. my fingers move nonchalantly, circling my sticky swollen clit, long nails over-stimulating the tender nerves there. i stare at the door with glazed eyes, hazy head playing out scene after scene of my big bad butch coming home to have their way with me.

maybe i’d hear the lock turn while edging, desperately trying to hold back from cumming just from the sight of you. the strain is nearly headache inducing, a pulsing sensation only intensified as my hungry gaze meets yours. you’d drop your bag, unclip your carabiner and toss your keys. i’d whimper at the sound of your belt unbuckling, hot tears welling in my eyes. “started without me?” you’d say breathlessly. “you know better.” my heart would pound as i watch your rings slide off and hit the table. belt in your free hand, you kneel to inspect me, knuckles roughly pushing my pussy lips apart. your breath on my labia makes me gasp. “oh,” you’d whisper. for a moment you’d simply stare, smiling, then suddenly, smack smack smack. three sharp slaps right on my clit. i wouldn’t be able to stop myself from crying out. “shh, shh, hush baby. it’ll be over soon. just hold still.” that wasn’t true though. it was only beginning. when you were ready, when you saw that i just couldn’t take anymore, the belt you so hastily removed earlier would come in handy…

or maybe you’d walk in while i was drooling, fingers down my throat, desperately wishing they were yours. you’d look me over slowly, shaking your head. “silly thing,” you’d tease. “you’re doing it all wrong.” i’d clench tight around nothing as you cracked your knuckles. you’d come to move my hand away, so softly, taking a moment to swipe your thumb over my puffy bottom lip. “missed me that much huh?” i’d nod eagerly. before giving me what i needed you’d run two fingers up my slit, collecting as much of my nectar as you could. you’d grip my jaw firmly and make my hazy eyes meet yours. my lips would part instinctively, tongue lolling towards your familiar touch. “go on princess,” you’d murmur. with your permission i’d take the fingers of your free hand in my mouth, greedily. “there, there, i’m here now baby,” you’d coo, almost condescendingly. “i’ll remind you how to fingerfuck your pretty mouth properly.”

you might get home to find i wasn’t so patient. you’d see me draped on the sofa drenched in sweat squirt and slobber, grinning tiredly at you as if i won some secret game. the dark look on your face would only cause my smile to grow. “bunny…” you’d growl. “that was a mistake.” soon you’d be between my legs, base deep and thrusting steady, slow as you please. in and out, in and out, almost torturously languid. i’d try to buck my hips, desperate to speed things up, but your arm would keep them pinned down. “no, no. you don’t get to set the pace, bunny.” you’d keep your rhythm, now the one smirking. “you lost that privilege.”

so much to think about… is that the door i hear?

#its a little late at night to post this but i must speak my mind #wlw nsft #sapphic nsft #lesbian nsft #lesbian ns/fw #wlw ns/fw #sapphic ns/fw #femme4butch #femme4masc #femme4stud #winged whispers #lgbt nsft #nsft concept #dyke nsft #this is kinda long should i put it under a cut? 😵‍💫

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hitomisuzuya · 2 months

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Yandere!Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Sensory deprivation/blindfolding. Nipple play. Finger sucking. Cunnilingus. Degradation. Mind break.

Yandere Scara won the poll. I do have Stepcest smut planned though. Thank you all for still sticking with me. Smut written not sober.

There was a particular way Scaramouche liked to train you. With sensory deprivation. You would be utterly defenseless with a blindfold, having only to rely on him. The amount of control you surrendered to him was exhilarating to him.

Every modicum of pleasure you would feel from him would be intensified. It was the perfect way to train you to crave him. He believed you would never leave him, but making you always desperate and needy for him would give him extra insurance.

"Such easily breakable delicacy," His breath was warm against your ear, his tongue licking a line from behind your ear and down your neck. Seeing the way you shivered from the slightest touch from him made him feel even weaker for you.

Scaramouche sat back to watch the way your body responded to him as his trailed his hand down to your chest. The soft inhale of anticipation of where his hand would end up was more than enough to make his cock hard.

He skimmed his thumb across your nipple to reward you, making you mewl as you moved into his touch. He stroked and pinched your nipple to harden, his cock pulsing knowing that he was only making you wetter.

You moved restlessly on the bed, your clit only throbbing stronger with every stroke and pinch. Shaky sighs bled into moans, every nerve ending in your body felt like it was coming to life as pleasure started to coil and buzz through you.

"Sc-Scara, please, your fingers," You moaned, reaching out to find his hand and hastily trying to move it between your legs. Your cunt was starting to tighten and clench around nothing, desperate to feel his fingers stretching you apart and stuffed to the knuckle inside of you.

Scaramouche laughed softly, preferring to toy with you to see you squirm. He could already see you breaking and that's what he wanted.

"What a needy slut," He slowly flicked his tongue across your nipple, reaching down to part your drooling folds. He bit back a groan feeling how wet you were. "What makes you think I'll give you what you want so easily?"

You squeezed your eyes shut behind the blindfold, your back arching off the bed as his knuckles brushed against your clit. He teased the tips of his fingers at your entrance, coating them thoroughly in your slick as he rubbed up and down your cunt.

You could barely stand the way his fingers barely grazed your clit. It only made you ache more for him. The way your moans sounded like soft whines was intoxicating to Scaramouche.

He pulled your nipple into his mouth to suck on, only occasionally pinching and rubbing your clit. The more intense anticipation of his touch the better. He needed you crave him more with every passing second.

Scaramouche swirled and prodded his tongue on your nipple, abruptly plunging two fingers inside of you. He pumped them in and out of you, pushing them to the knuckle to hit your sweet spot.

Pleasure burst through the darkness, your hips grinding and rolling into his fingers. He smirked as he suddenly removed them, making you cry out in protest. Giving you a little and then taking it away would increase the desperation for him.

"Don't worry, you pathetic whore," Scaramouche licked his fingers before pushing two into your mouth, "I'll be fucking your greedy cunt with my tongue instead," He pumped his fingers in and out of your mouth, enjoying the way you gagged a little as he pushed them into your throat.

Your tongue curled and lapped worshipping around them, moaning happily as you sucked.

Scaramouche pushed his fingers into your throat again before he pulled them from your mouth to move down between your legs.

Your hands clutched the sheets tightly, gasping as his tongue swept across your clit. The pleasure his tongue was inflicting on your clit was almost overwhelming. Your hips jerked up to buck and grind against his mouth.

His hands found your hips, caressing them lovingly before gripping them to hold your cunt against his face. His tongue lapped and swirled inside of you, moaning muffled and husky against your cunt as you clenched around it.

From the way your body was tensing up, Scaramouche could tell he was close to pushing you over the edge. He wanted to overwhelm your senses, see you fall dumb on his tongue.

He was fast reducing you to a babbling, moaning, and wet mess. To ground yourself, you reached out to him. He couldn't help but rut his cock into the mattress as he took one of your hands. He laced his fingers through yours, letting you rest the other on the back of his head to push his mouth down onto your cunt.

He was breaking you so well. He loved that reached out to him. Next time, he would tie your hands above your head. That way, he could hear you cry and beg to touch him as you creamed on his tongue.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #genshin imagines #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #yandere scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you

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konigsblog · 1 month

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Hear me out, kidnapper Konig getting a boner from bathing reader 👀

tw: kidnapper-könig, kidnapping, non-con/rape, dark content. dead dove: do not eat. MDNI 18+

this happens way more often than könig would like to admit... :(

he can't help himself at the sight of you, it's sudden and he barely realises until his cargo jeans are strangely incredibly tight around his crotch.

a sick and twisted part of him gets off the terror and fear visible and obvious on your pathetic face, how mortified you are as you realise his hands are slipping lower, between your soft thighs, and not just to clean you. he's no longer holding the wash cloth that he uses to wash your body, soap bubbles popping as he throws it to the side, his hands sinking between your thighs, causing goosebumps to spread across your body, bottom lip quivering as he rubs your cunt in circles.

könig's calloused fingers begin to rub at your tight hole and your sensitive clit to encourage you to spread your thighs, to show him your swollen pussy. he begins rolling his fingertips back and forth over your sensitive, little clit in soothing, small circles whilst forcing you to maintain eye contact with him, your breathing shakey and laboured, chest rising and falling rapidly.

you're forced to not cry — to hold your tears back, to stop being such a whiney, little crybaby! although, when he begins to sink his thick fingers inside, you can't help the tears that roll down your cheeks. your waterline is filled with glistening tears, wide with dread as your eyes flicker between the bulge in könig's jeans, and his haunting, silver eyes. your breathing quickens at the stretch of two of his large fingers, long and thick, filling your slicken pussy so well.

his fingers fit perfectly inside of your cunt, it's as if you were made to be fucked by him, your cunt morphed to fit his digits, to be pleasured and taunted ‘til you're sobbing out in agony.

your body trembles and shudders as könig begins to unfasten his leather belt with one large hand, pulling his boxers down to allow his meaty, fat cock to be freed from the tight confines that feel a couple sizes too small around the crotch. he slowly begins to jerk himself off at the sight, small strokes to his drooling dick — his head oozes and weeps, aching and throbbing in his large and scarred hand. he forcefully pries your legs open, feeling your thighs tremble with pleasure and discomfort as he strokes himself to the sight of your gummy cunt.

to könig, you're nothing but his beloved captive, who he's able to freely abuse and take advantage of with any repercussions. your defenceless and weak against the large and brute male who is nothing but deprived and filthy, a sinful and backstabbing asshole who uses you for his own selfish, greedy fulfillment and benefit.

you're bent over the bathroom countertop with your hands bound to the small of your back, the handcuffs tightening around your wrists until they're agonizingly tight, and the shackles on your ankle forcing you to stay still as you're brutally fucked into — as if you're nothing but a doll, a sex toy without any feelings. you gag and heave on your choked, broken sobs, the ache between your thighs agonizing and intensifying as könig ruts and rams into your slick, wet folds, causing your thighs to tremble, barely able to withhold your weight without könig's support.

your eyes widen and your mouth is stuffed with three, calloused fingers of könig's, chuckling at the sight infront of him, watching as you're forced to unfold, forced to take every single inch of his swollen cock, like the pathetic victim you are. :(

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frostbitebakery · 9 months

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CRIMES AGAINST THE INNOCENT

An IGMHC Outtake

There’s a crowd in the training salle on deck 45. Troopers of all generations trying to be inconspicuous, training themselves. And doing a kriffing bad job of it. The shinies are the worst of the lot, just standing there frozen and gawking.

Wooley is embarrassed on their behalf and checks the stop watch. 30 minutes.

“He’s way better at this than you are,” he comments quietly, not wanting to disturb the Commander’s concentration.

Yellow eyes flick to him and back to Commander Cody. “He is, isn’t he,” Obi-Wan sighs, sounding amused and soft. “Mind, he’s spared from the whims of the Force—“

Wooley doesn’t even have to look to know the Commander’s shirt has dropped a little bit more. It’s all apparent in the intense gaze and the blush that’s slowly forming on Obi-Wan’s face. Wooley wants to poke it. He could, without losing the hand, which is weird. And kind of awesome. Poking a Sith and living to tell the tale. If everything works out, he should add that to his CV.

35 minutes.

“He’s in control of his body in absolute,” Obi-Wan murmurs, more to himself than Wooley.

“You’re drooling.”

“It seems to be the case, yes.”

He is so proud of Obi-Wan’s self-awareness.

45 minutes.

“My ass is numb. How long until he wins the bet?”

Commander Cody does a push-up on the one hand, re-adjusting his body to keep the balance while preventing his joints from lock-up. Show-off.

The blush intensifies. “5 minutes ago,” Obi-Wan says absentmindedly, shifting himself.

“Yeah, okay, time to clear the room.”

Especially when Commander Cody wipes the sweat from his face with his shirt and starts smirking at Obi-Wan in triumph.

Obi-Wan slowly grins back, slides onto his knees, and forces Wooley to act immediately. Stars damn it.

“All right, boys,” he announced and catches the attention of everyone not currently in a way too much sexual tension fueled staring contest. “Out with you. Now.”

#thank you all so much for 2224 kudos on IGMHC 💜#codywan #commander cody #sith!obi wan #obi wan kenobi #clone trooper wooley #the price for a sithy friendship is steep #as Wooley is finding out #sithy wan cinematic universe in my head #my art #frostbitebakery art

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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no face, no case • eren jaeger x black !fem reader

who knew that a simple picture posted on your Instagram could cause so much controversy? Oh…if only they knew the origin of it.

themes: just some nasty ass vacation/hotel sex, marriage proposal, marking (from the reader), foot play, drunk eren, back shots, overstim, slapping, choking..yktv

📝: sliding down a wall thinking about Eren and his influencer wife again like ughhh…this is just a little short drabble I’m totally not using an excuse to avoid finishing the full fic..never 🌚

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48 minutes ago

10,076 likes

location: Santorini, Greece

not exactly the reaction you were expecting to garner for a simple photo. A mere picture like the countless hundreds of others that could be found on your instagram feed..except it wasn’t!..and granted, it was nothing for you to crack one hundred thousand in a day but this?..was for a whole other reason. Reasons that had sent your entire following and the rest of the of the internet into a frenzy. Your texts practically imploding and notifications gone off the rails.

blogs like TheShadeRoom scrambling and breaking their fingers trying to post about the salacious snapshot posted from (reader’s social media name). What photo? Just a selfie taken from a ceiling mirror of the Katikies hotel room..

swaddled by crinkled white sheets and a man with long hair, tan skin, a tattoo on his right shoulder blade with various scratches on his back as he lie on top of you. Your right hand splayed across his skin and your ring finger glistening with a giant rock.

right now, you were the number one trending topic on Twitter..timeline ablaze with speculation of who was asleep in your bed. But in a not so distant past, he was wide awake, contributing to the mess you both lie in..

one hour earlier….

“F-fuck! Baby…you fucking me so good!”

the words spilling from between your drool stained lips, head tilted backwards courtesy of his fist clutched around the Brazilian wavy bundles cascading to your thin waist. The same hand held the diamonds of his buss down AP gleaming under the dimmed lighting, kept you reigned in as he tugged (y/n) back against his cock.

each inch filling you repeatedly and only getting deeper as those strokes intensified. Your thick, plump ass bouncing off the v-line of his chiseled six pack, moving fluidly like water as he pumped you full.. “I can’t help it..this pussy ‘s good, babygirl..and you creaming on my shit too, goddamnnn.”

that whiny wail coming from none other than world renowned artist and your fiancé, Eren Jaeger. Although that last part was to remain a secret until the two of you were ready to pop out and share that with the world. For now, you were celebrating your newfound engagement with passionate, rough and filthy lovemaking.

he had flew you out to the island on a last minute, spur of the moment getaway to celebrate the release of his long awaited EP and its success. Little did you know in the midst of a toast at an intimate candlelight dinner, would he fall to one knee, brandishing a small velvet box and ask you to be his wife. Without hesitation, you accepted and now, fast forward and you were being treated like his dirty little slut!

“..and imma get to fuck you like this for the rest of my life..oh shit..” so helplessly and needy rutting his hips into your bouncing backside. That tight grip of your cunt and milky cream, thanks to a thumb resting in your asshole, slathering him made it hard to keep his composure. Oh, he was so pathetic and fucking sexy as he hovered over your body.

but he always got like this with alcohol in his system. Shots of Dusse exchanged in the hot tub had led to the dark liquor coursing your veins and bringing out your nastiest sides.

from letting him dangle your head from the edge of the mattress and sloppily fuck your throat into oblivion as you drank his cum like water or sitting atop his face and gliding your pretty pussy across his lips until he sucked your sensitive clit to a squirting climax..going for rounds and rounds to give each other insurmountable pleasure. Beating your poor little walls sore with that big dick and he still was going! Now, you were hitting your second winds and it was as if he was trying to break the bed in the process.

“Aaah! Erennn..right there, you hitting my fucking spot!…gonna make m’ come all over this dick!” hearing your sweet voice cry out like that that done nothing more than to fuel his raging fire. Roping a hand underneath your thick thighs to massage your little bud;

coffin tips of the long acrylics brushing gently against your folds. Meanwhile, he had arched your back to its highest point and began pounding that dripping heat. Your mouth cradling a fluffy pillow in front of you as tried to muffle those moans but it was to no avail.

reaching across, Eren grasped that white linen and tossed it to the floor before folding himself completely over (y/n)’s back that he proceeded to mark with light kisses. Heavy full balls slapping against your slit and making your legs quiver in the process. “Then let me hear it, baby. Tell me how good it is..who that pussy belongs to.”

there wasn’t a single doubt in his mind from the way he had you clawing at the sheets and nutting all over his shaft but something about hearing it just inflated his ego. Tugging at your throat now, he’d pull you towards him to hiss in your ear as he spanked your ass. “I said let me hear that shit, mama..don’t get quiet on me now.”

without having to repeat himself twice, you’d mutter in a choked out whimper, glaring up at him with fluttering eyes and answer: “..mmm, you daddy! This pussy yours..” satisfied and quite full of himself, your future husband smirked and pulled you into a searing kiss, shoving his tongue into your mouth where he drew out a trail of saliva when you parted.

in an almost lightning fast motion, he’d pull out slightly only to flip you over onto your back and fold your legs up; curling your thighs in his muscular, inked up arms. Both knees burrowed into the the memory foam, sinking down as he gathered his stance one more time. Gripping the shaft of that stiff cock, he’d tap the head against your messy sex..coaxing out more of that stickiness he craved. He couldn’t stop until you were pumped full of his nut either so with that, he’d push that thick length through your walls until you could feel it resting at the pit of your stomach.

emerald green eyes locked into your own as he stared down at your face, watching the reactions change by the second as he pinned you down and stuffed that tight pussy with every inch he could offer. Thrusting gently for only a second to slow his pacing. In that short minute, he’d glance down to spot your feet plastered to his chest…

a gold anklet with his initials and white painted toes planted to his skin. To quell your shaking, Eren slid them into his mouth and suckled as he continued to feed you deep strokes. Flicking his tongue over your instep and ankle as well.

“Oooh fuck…you know how much I love that shit, baby..”

There was no time for him to go slow..he couldn’t handle it right now..it felt too goddamn good. Suddenly, a slight bulge started forming at the base of your tummy near that dangling belly button ring…and you’d push him back almost immediately. Big mistake.

rather than holding those legs back, your throat became the next resting place of his large hands. His thumbs brushing the sides of your face at the same time.

“Move your hands, baby. Or I’m only gonna get deeper..don’t you dare try to keep this shit from me right now.” Sucking his teeth, trying to keep himself from coming right there but it was all but impossible when he’d begin to drum out small splashes of squirt from your little hole. It’d spasm and clamp every time he’d pull out and go back in. You couldn’t stop and he didn’t try to stop it either. Just slapping those nine inches against you to make it worse. “Squirt on that shit, baby. Don’t hold it from me..” giving you light taps to the cheek to bring you back to consciousness.

Eventually though, he couldn’t keep up either and those rhythmic strokes slowed to more sporadic ones as his larger frame fell cast over you. Digging your nails deeply into his muscular back, adding to the collection of scratches from earlier;

keeping him close while he hit his final stride. You’d squeeze at his base and it caused faint gasps to erupt in your ear. With his long brown locks gliding over you, (y/n) cupped that handsome face and pulled him into a searing kiss to help ease his mind. “..c-can’t hold it..’m gonna come, princess! I’m coming in this pussy—“ the last words he uttered before you’d feel his stroking come to an abrupt halt and along with a loud groan, his entire load was emptied into your womb.

“Mmmm…yes. Come in me, daddy..let it out.” Encouraging with sweet nothings and slow rubs to his back. He was pumping for nearly an entire minute until you felt it come to a stop and he was left an overwhelmed and overstimulated mess…completely spent and at your whim. He hadn’t been this vulnerable in a very long time and he couldn’t believe that this was future. Fucking this beautiful woman every night until the day he died. Exchanging kisses and breathy ‘I love you’ ‘s in a moment of passion, you’d fall into one another’s grasp and soon after, he’d fall off into slumber.

gently caressing him, you’d place a soft peck to his temple..happily thinking about the fact that he was yours forever now. And just to capture the occasion, you’d reach over for your phone, grabbing the device from the nightstand. Tilting it up, (y/n) let the camera take a couple stills of your half nude bodies. It was a night you’d cherish forever and true enough, the world wouldn’t know who was responsible for that happiness until you were full and well ready.

but a little teaser wouldn’t hurt.

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