#fuck m*ri

[evilkaeya]

This is how I imagine skk post reunion went

Chuuya to the PM gc: man why did you guys let me meet Dazai again

Tachihara: what happened

Chuuya: I woke up in his bed

several people are typing

#you're telling me they didn't fuck afterwards? with the tension they had going on? #no way #i know eye fucking when i see one #soukoku #skk #bungou stray dogs #bsd #yes they have a pm gc no m*ri is not in it

[junko-loves-dazai]

Hi rlly love your recenct hc of dazai with a baby reader can you also do the same thing but with Chuuya?

Chuuya taking care of baby reader

A/N: I'm sorry it took so long for this. I couldn't see it in my inbox until today and I don't have the app so. I'm sorry and I hope you enjoy this.

-Author-chan/Junko-chan

He was hesitant to bring you in (I mean who wouldn't) bring a baby into a building of criminals

He is only taking you there as a last resort which means no one and I mean no one can take you.

When he brought you in (just like with Dazai) everyone was shocked

Only Kouyou really knew about you because she would look after sometimes when Chuuya went on missions

Back to the point

Everyone was like: "How could someone like him have a child?" or "Chuuya where did you get that baby?"

"They're mine, you idiot!"

(Also like Dazai) You're not leaving his sight

He'll put you in one of these chest baby carriers or a baby seat carrier

You'll some how manage to get away

He WILL panic only to find you with Kouyou, Gin, Higuchi, Elise, Akutagawa, or Tachihara or others (but defiantly not M*ri at least not alone)

After finding you "How the hell did you get so far?"

Some how you're actually calm around The Akutagawa siblings and never fussed and stopped crying around them

Some how you could fall asleep on anyone (not M*ri though he never got a chance to touch you (Why does that sound so wrong))

If you cry Chuuya is giving you to Kouyou to calm you down

Also if you cry he’ll use his ability and make you fly around (not too high) until you calm down

When he leaves for a mission you're staying with Kouyou until he gets back or you're going with one of the Akutagawa sibling weather they like it or not.

After his mission or the end of the day he takes you home and washes you up as well as himself and you both go to bed.

#bungou stray dogs #reader x bungou stray dogs #bsd x baby reader #chuuya x reader #platonic #chuuya x reader platonic #bsd x reader #chuuya x baby reader #chuuya nakahara #ozaki kouyou #gin akutagawa #m*ri #elise #bsd tachihara #bsd higuchi #akutagawa ryunosuke #reader #Fuck Mori #akutagawa siblings

[crystalmagpie447]

i c ant

i cant believe i manage d to do it again igot my stuff taken away because im stupid so erm

no more art for like

3 months

#actuall y gonna like #jump off a cliff #AGFGYHJG #RI M #So fucking stupid #i knewit was gonna happen #g o t it tken away cuz i couldnt get my shit together #ag a i n #hoW Did i manage to do it AHGAIN #(my gr a des suck and i cant focus on school work no matter how hard i try) #i i was #very much looking forward to (trying) #to participate in the zine #a n d mermay #im so sad #imsostupid #dont mind me

[cultrise]

WHAT THE FUVK IS THAT SSR M*RI CARD FOR THE BSD GAME EWWWW

#why the fuck would they add that #free my girl #i want m*ri dead no joke #𐙚 — thought bubble.

[v-4-l-0-n]

Your honor that is my emotional support mentally unstable murderer anime twink

#val barkz #tomura shiragaki #sasuke uchiha #ash lynx #zack foster #yoonbum #korekiyo shinguji #killua zoldyck #ryo asuka #gaara #everyone from ghost eyes is an honorable mention #shitpost #all the men in the port mafia (+ dazai) exept m*ri bc fuck him

[maretriarch]

all eugenia posts are bad but the worst are like "she was so beautiful here <//////3 why can't she go back to this. " and it's a photo of her just like slightly less anorexic but still. pretty anorexic.

#ill say it the only reason shes so notorious is bcs shes one of the like ''ugly'' skinny anorexics #actually the worst is people being like why isnt this freak dead yet like legitimately whats wrong with you #like you can fucking tell shes still super underweight in the like 2 pictures spresd around she just doesnt have ana face #concerned people on the internet like please stop being ugly tell me youll stop for me #its so like #its evil what people say to her honestly and the things she does r like way overblown people hate her bcs shes ugly thats it. thats it #everything else is desperately trying to find justification. nit-picking or misunderstanding anorexia symptoms as character flaws #its literally the same as like amberlynn ried shit not even in the opposite direction it all stems from the same place #tw #ed m #im not exaggerating on the word evil btw the fact she hasnt livstreamed some frantic act of mutilation bcs of the swarms of the worst most #triggering comments to ever exist she gets on a daily basis is legit a miracle

[moirail-advice]

hey!!! iii was the anon wiiith the moiiiraiiil who ate batteriiies!!! we actually talked because of what you saiiid!!! were not moiiiraiiils agaiiin!!! but were friiiends and iiits so niiice!!! we could be moiiiraiiils iiin the future but not riiight now!!! so!!! you were riiight!!!

}im always right.{

#}and for th£ lov£ of fuck dont try to mak£ th£m £at batt£ri£s again.{ #advic£ #grumblr #hs rp

[dapperenby13]

The trauma children are celebrating bc I said so.

Also I didn’t know how to add q in here, so maybe their hiding behind Yosano or something

Here’s the og post

#my art #fanart #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou gay dogs #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs #elise bsd #bsd mori #yosano akiko #yosano bsd #bsd trauma children #fuck m*ri #idk what happened #but i thought it was funny #tw #medical #hospital

[pupperish]

Anime fandoms are the worst type of fandom

#tommybarks #There's still people out there that thinks Denji's lucky for that Himeno did to him #And a lot of them are grown ass men #There's fucking apologists for characters that are irredeemable assholes and they act #Like anyone who doesn't agree is stupid #I have cishet men so fucking much #How can one consume media so incorrectly #'M*ri never hurt anyone' did we watch the same fucking anime #Hhhh sorry I am just angry at people

[fruixtii]

I FIGURED OUT WHY I HATE CROWLEY

#first of all he's an irresponsible bitch #BUT HE HAS THE SAME FUCKING VA AS M*RI #no hate to the va of course only m*ri #bsd #twst #caps

[brightblush]

finally got wireless earphones now i can listen to manic jpop everytime my family drags me to mass 👍

#bea posts dot txt #i get so fucking bored during mass. just darting my eyes everywhere like that gif of c*lliope m*ri #thank god im not in school anymore i dont have to sit up straight or anything HAHA

[nereidprinc3ss]

make me late

in which spencer finds a few minutes to spare with fem!reader in the morning

18+ (smut) warnings/tags: softdom!spence, sub reader, fingering (here we go again), 'slutty' is used to describe an action but not by spencer, spencer slaps r's ass one (1) time, (hot), mild overstimulation a/n: apparently need to post at least one fingering fic per week or i'll fucking die. very short and sweet but as always let me know if you like it, i have a crush on all of you!

You’re used to Spencer’s alarm going off early in the morning—typically you tune it out or sleep right through it. Today, however, it rouses you more than usual. You roll over, blinking your eyes open. 

“Sorry,” Spencer mutters, finally turning it off and leaning over to kiss your head. “Go back to sleep, angel.”

You wrap your arms around his torso, pulling him down again when he tries to get out of bed.

“Don’t go,” you beg into his shirt, slinging a leg over him. His hand slips under your (also his) shirt, rubbing the bare skin of your back.

“I have to. You know that.” 

“I just want you to stay for a little bit,” you insist. 

“No you don’t,” he drawls, voice still gravelly with sleep, “You want to make me late.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say innocently, burying your face further into his shirt as if you could extinguish the heat in your cheeks. 

His hand drops from your back to reach under your thigh, pushing your underwear to the side. You gasp when his fingers make contact with your soaked core, involuntarily pressing your hips closer. 

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“Stop it! That’s not fair!” You squeal, attempting to wriggle away once you regain your senses. But the bastard wraps his arm around your waist like a vice, forcing you to stay in place as he sinks a finger into you with no preamble. Instead of satisfying him with a vocal response, you keep your face hidden in the crook of his shoulder and remain obstinately silent. When he begins to slowly pump his finger, you’re forced to bite the fabric of his shirt to shut yourself up. 

“If you’re not enjoying yourself, I’ll stop,” he says plainly, but obviously he knows that’s the last thing you want. His ring finger joins the other and your mouth falls open, a tiny, choked breath against his skin. “Do you want me to stop?”

Don’t give in, you say to yourself. Wait. What are you not giving in to? Fuck, that feels good. You hum quietly—an excellent display of self-control considering the noises you’re actively holding back. 

“Are we already getting whiny?”

“‘m not whining,” you bite. 

“You’re always whining.” There’s nothing to do but prove him right when he begins massaging that spot inside you with a practiced stroke of his fingers—the one that makes you arch your back further and spread your legs a little wider—makes you oh-so compliant and all together, a bit slutty. But Spencer has told you that by definition, you’re not a slut if it’s just him who you lose all self-respect around. “My pretty girl feels so good, huh?”

You agree with a mindless mumble, forgetting that you were ever going to try and fight the pleasure. 

“It feels so good.”

“I can tell, baby. Listen to the mess you're making.”

Soft, wet sounds emanate from where you’re probably dripping around his fingers. A moan is muffled by his shoulder as your own fingers twist in the fabric of his shirt and sink into the flesh of his waist—though you doubt he minds. 

“Please don’t stop, please please please—" It’s quiet, almost demure as you plead. 

“You’re so sweet when you get like this,” Spencer coos. “I wish you were always so well-behaved.”

No, he doesn’t. Both of you know he loves fucking the attitude out of you, and at times, back into you. But you’re not in any place to correct him right now, as his fingers slip in and out of you so quickly, exactly where you want to be touched. 

“Oh, right—right there, that’s—oh, god,” you squeak. 

Your face is still nuzzled in his shirt, your voice is still so delicate and weak with sleep, rising in pitch with your pleasure until it breaks. 

“Right here? This is where you need it?”

“Yes,” you practically cry, “I’m gonna come, Spence—” your hips rock back and forth to meet each stroke of his fingers inside you, vision going white with with pleasure. 

“Yeah? My pretty girl is gonna come all over my fingers?”

“Mhm!” You speed up the motion of your hips. He chuckles, which might offend you if you were in your right mind, but it’s early, and you’re tired, and your soul is trying to untether itself from your body. 

“Let me feel it, baby. I wanna feel you coming, can you do that for me?”

A breathy keen rushes from your throat as your orgasm begins to suck you out to sea like a riptide, flooding your lungs and blood and everything with so much easy pleasure you’re barely awake and you don’t care one bit. 

“Uh-huh, good girl,” Spencer murmurs, not letting up with his fingers as you fall through your orgasm. Another choked moan takes you by surprise when his free hand falls with a heavy clap to your ass, before rubbing the stinging flesh. “Let go a little bit longer, baby, I’m right here.”

You’re barely breathing, still seeing stars as he continues to fuck you leisurely with his fingers, more out of pure affection than anything else. Eventually he slips them out, teasing gently over your clit as your stomach tenses. But you let him keep going. You’ll do anything to keep him in bed for a few minutes longer. To that end, you gather enough breath to speak. 

“Can you please fuck me?” 

He hums pityingly, moving his hand from between your legs to lovingly soothe the tender skin he’d slapped just a moment ago. 

“You know I can’t, baby. I shouldn’t have even done this. I really have to get a move on.”

“But you did do this,” you say, eager to point out the fallacies in his argument, “which means you could also have sex with me and we could be really fast and you could just take less time getting ready for work.”

Your chin is now resting on his shoulder as you look up at him with wide, imploring eyes, and he leans down to kiss your nose. 

“The answer is going to stay no, sweet thing. I don’t care how much you beg.”

He’s already gently sliding you off of him and getting out of bed as you pout. A few moments pass, and you can’t think of a good retort as he moves about the room, gathering a towel for his shower and digging through the dresser. 

“You’re mean.”

“Aw, poor baby. You only got to come once. Nobody has ever had a harder life than you.” Spencer dodges the pillow you throw and laughs, coming back to lean over the bed as you glower at him. “I’m sorry I woke you up. If you can’t fall back asleep in the time it takes me to shower, I’ll make you fancy coffee.”

“Fine.”

“And I’ll be extra nice to you when I get home.” He kisses your head and then your lips, and then disappears into the bathroom. 

In a completely predictable turn of events, you’re dead to the world by the time he gets out of the shower. He makes you the fancy coffee anyway, leaving it in a thermos on your nightstand. 

He’s late to work. He can't pretend to be sorry.

#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fic #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds smut #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds

[treecakes]

would love to see anime official art where natsume has his manga colouring. it would be fun to see.

#closest we’re getting is that guy from h*t*rubi no m*ri e #midorikawa unfortunately has a type for her male characters they all have light hair. fucked up.

[cultrise]

“imagine if m*ri found ranpo before fukuzawa did” frankly i don’t want to imagine that and i will keep my baby away from the web of abuse in the port mafia, thank you very much 🥰

#TAKE MY WIFE’S NAME OUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH #do not make me imagine more pain for ranpo pookie #this is a m*ri hate blog #m*ri likers (ew) dni #sure he’s part of the web and he might’ve not started it BUT HE CAN DIE #fuck that guy #𐙚 — thought bubble.

[iplayghoul]

𝗹𝗲𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘁. 𝗼𝗻𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗼𝗽𝗼𝗻

warnings: mentions of weed, reader is a dealer, black coded reader, strangers hooking up 🤭, squirtinggg, i like the word cock, sum dick in there too. pussy is refered to as a 'she', use of 'ma' and 'mama', p in v, thumb in ass shit, oral (f & m receiving), use of the n word

word count: 2.4k

notes: its ony's birthday! 🎂 ive come out my cocoon to deliver this delish lil smut for yall🤭 please enjoy, i havent written smut full out in a bit so! comments, rbgs wit comments all appreciated mwah

"𝗪𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝘂' 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱? 𝗣𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝗿𝘆?" 𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗱. "𝗧𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘁."

"In five minutes? Oh yea', Con' I'mma do 'em up for you, real good. Mhm, you lucky Sash' my girl." Glossy lips smacked as you ended the call with Connie. Tossing your phone on your bed and heading to the small office space in your apartment. Various tools were laid out across the table. Humming a little, your lavender bunny slippers shuffling as you enter, you hook the handles of two pink glittery packets on your acyrlics. You weighed the packets again and checked the information Connie messaged you. According to Connie, his best friend 'Ony' wanted some good strains you were selling, so of course he hits you up to get the packs for his friend.

Your doorbell went off once, hurrying you to hop down the stairs, holding down your braless, pierced tits behind the thin strapped tank you had on. You peeped at who was outside your apartment, staring for a long two seconds at the buff, darkskinned man with a nose piercing and a fade. The white wife-beater paired with a grey hoodie that matched his sweats, ain't do his muscles justice either! Bejewled teeth bite back against your lips, and you swing the door open, slightly pulling your care bear themed shorts down. His lips grabbed your attention immediately.

Actually, you had to take in his presence quick. His bottom lip was a pretty pink and his top lip dark. His hands were big and so was the broadness of his shoulders. He looked a little nervous too. "You Con's boyfren'?" His lips curled a bit, "Fuck did that nigga tell you ma?" Shit. He spoke so softly you could barely hear what he had to say, only the low base of his voice helped you hear him. You bounce onto your other leg, swallowing hard, "'M just teasin', you 'Ony'?" He licked his lips and hummed with a nod, "Yea, 's Onyankopon." Not one for small talk? "Yea, come in n' lemme get it for you." You eye him and try your hardest to make small talk as he puts his hands up on your door frame, you already had to look up to see his face.

The packets were in the pockets of your shorts, really, with free stickers in 'em too! But you were not about to fumble some potentially lethal dick. You gulp feeling the softness of his body brush against yours as he accepts your invite in, the music from your speakers gracing his ears as you follow him to the living room. You pat the couch for him to sit and walk to the half bath, wasting a few seconds to 'get the packets'. With each interaction you became increasingly aware of what you were wearing. You peeped in the mirror and the heart shaped print of your nipple piercings becoming more prominent.

"Ya'know, youn' really talk dat much... or loudly, do you?" You shuffle back into the living room. He rubs above his lips and manspreads, hands moving to rest beneath the band of his sweats. "If I'm bein' deadass, I'ain got much to say, Con' ain't tell me you was cute ma. Ion really ever like raising my voice eitha'." Somehow, your body temperature just kept going up and your eyes kept drifting back to his lips. You plop down onto the couch, "You got a bitch ri-now?" He leans his head back against your couch and your peer at the way his lips purse out, and his adam's apple bobs. He seemingly manspreads wider, his large build making your couch cushions seem tiny. "Nah, why?" "Jus' wonderin'." Your lips began to feel shaky with every word. The entire encounter was like a meaningless dance around the elephant in the room. And fuck, you were gonna' fuck Constance punk ass up when this night was over. "So listen, I can give you the packets now, 'n you can pay me," You toss the packets onto the coffee table, his eyes remain trained on you. "Or, you c'n getcho dick wet." You mumbled, eyes drifting to connect with his.

A sharp inhale and you see the way his eyes open slightly to peak at you. Fat thighs squeezed together as you sat back with your socked feet up on the couch. "Don't that sound good, Onyankopon?" The way his chest rose with his breaths paused for a minute, reveling in hearing your sweet voice utter his name. His hands push further into his sweats, giving his dick a few long strokes before slipping it out his sweats. It was heavy, so heavy that he held it up for you and let it rest on his wife beater, on his belly button. Being the 'pretty dick' fiend you were meant you needed him in your mouth, immediately.

Quickly lurching forward, you press glossy lips to his pretty cock. His dusted pink tip was fat, and as his dick got darker down the shaft so did it get fatter. The nigga was HUNG, and you could mearly slide your tongue around the circumference of his cock head.

"C'mon mama, do watchu wanna do." It was enough incentive for you to swallow his dick down, relishing in the way it squished down your throat as your held your breath. With each stroke that relieved your airway you took a breath, folding your lips in to glide across his cock as globs of spit dribble across the shaft. You slurp and gag a little with each slip of his dick in your mouth, his hips gyrate and buck up. Ony keeps his eyes on you. Frowning as he interlocks his hands behind your neck, stuffing and forcing your face down on his cock. His head drops back against the couch, fucking his dick up into your mouth with heavy groans filling the room, even above the slow beats of your music. You needed him to tear your shit up within the next two seconds before you start to go crazy.

"Fuck, take all dat shit off, ma." Ony grips your jaw as he pulls you off his dick, spit dripping down your chin and lips plumped up. You wobble on your knees to stand up and undress yourself while he shrugs off his hoodie and wife beater. Tattoos decorated his pecs and arms, the dark ink prettily accentuating his melanin. He nods his head to the side, "Lay back right there, pretty." Plump pink lips pout a little but you follow his directions regardless, laying back into the cushions and spreading your legs. "Ain't nun' wrong with puttin' it in dry," you mutter below your breath when his lips connect with your clit. He mumbles something like 'don't piss me off' and his tongue is all over you.

His hands are big enough to grip the entire spread of your thigh, forcing your leg back as he worked his tongue in circles around your clit, sloppily spitting through your folds and caressing your hole with his tongue. He ate it like a starving man, his frowning and groaning into you growing more frequent as he pushes his face deeper. Your nails ghost the back of his neck, feeling the vibrations of his groans while the other played with your nipple. He tilts his head at an angle, flattening his tongue against your clit and you flinch, the electric pleasure shooting through your tummy and he smiles.

"Right there?" He peers up at you just as your eyes started springing tears. He bites down on his lips, and gives your clit a few kisses. You gasp and start pushing on his shoulders, understanding where he was going . Ony, undisturbed, curls his tongue into your clit, sucking and spitting on your cunt and maintaining the angle. Your tummy begins to tighten, clit pulsing with every lick, holding your breath and arching up into him. A sharp smack on your clit forces a cry out of you, "Stop holdin' yo' breath or imma' leave you right here," Fuck. You let out exasperated breaths as you desperately gyrate your hips into his mouth. Your clit, swollen and fat started to feel almost numb, you can't help but slap his shoulders and whine. "Shit, shit, shit— Ony, that's enough." It only edges him on, sucking up your creamy releases and forcing himself impossibly closer to you. You head was already pressed up against the armrest leaving you no escape, eyes rolling in different directions and mouth agape. Ony's mouth is latched onto you, bouncing your entire body into the couch cushions. You could only moan 'yes, yes, yes' with each rocking of your clit in his mouth.

Your toes curl and you're pushing his head into your pussy, chasing a bigger release than the one you just had. "Fuck, yeah, eat it just like that, baby," Your grip on everything begins to loosen and your lower body feels like static; milky slick squirts out of you as your body begins to relax and you hold Onyankopon's head in place as he drinks it all up. "You're fucking insane," You huff out at him when he lifts his head up to look at you, your release dripping off his nose and chin. "Watchu' said? Put dat shit in dry?" he rasped. "Turn over and put yo leg up on the seat." You give a start and look at him, feeling a mess.

"You not gon' let me recover, bitch?" He licks his lips and sits up on his knees, grabbing your ass like he was preparing to put you in position if you didn't do it. Consistently maintaining eye contact. "Don't call me no bitch," You hear him say low, "And turn the fuck over," He gives your ass a hard shove. You flop over onto your stomach, arching your ass up for some backshots, before sitting up to pull your right leg from out under you and kicking it up onto the top of the couch. You feel your inner thigh burn from the near split position, gripping onto the arm of the couch. Ony's fingers toy with your cunt and spreads you about the length of his dick, pumping it a few times before moulding circles around your clit with his tip: movements calculated. "Shit," You mumble softly, noticing the ever-increasing slip of your pussy. He slows the teasing of your clit, a large hand gripping your ass and pushing you down simultaneously. He lets his tip catch your sopping entrance, pushing in slightly and ignoring your whines as he basks in the wetness pressinh on his tip. "Ony stop playin' 'n put that shit in, God." He pulses his tip back and forth, slowly sinking deeper but not deep enough for you to even get two inches of his cock.

He whispers something lowly and you're unable to hear him. Just as you opened your mouth to ask 'Watchu sayin' nigga?', so did it hang open when he stuffed his full length into you swiftly. "Holy fuck," Was all you could force out of your mouth, his girth pushing against your walls as he sit in it. His hand spreads your ass and you feel him sink his thumb into your ass, his grip on you tightening. Your eyes already start rolling back into your head with the slight movements of his dick in you while he shifts to adjust his knees on the couch. You grip the couch hard and press your head against it when he starts using your ass to gain leverage, momentum.

"Think you c'n take sum fat dick?" Onyankopon mutters above you, the hand with his thumb in your ass slowly dragging you off his cock and back. "Yeah, yeah, gimme— gimme whatever you want, baby." You swallow, attempting to comprehend his question amidst the aching of your pussy that hungrily slobbered all over his dick. Maintaining the slow drag, he reaches down with his other hand to grip your neck, giving you a few tugs to manhandle you into a comfortable groove; before finally hammering his hips into your ass.

Ony groans and curses low while you struggle to hold onto the couch, his strong arms on your neck, forcing your ass back onto him. "Fuck! fuck— fuuuck, Ony," You let out a sob with each stroke he put on you, feeling incredibly full with just his thumb and girth combined. Your pussy was spread and aching around him, slippery and loud and nasty. "Fuck— she talkin' to me?" Onyankopon grins above you and only snaps his hips down into your ass harder, letting it sting. Your pussy was dripping, strings of slick falling from your cunt onto the couch and dripping down to tickle your sensitive clit with each stroke.

You were a mess, with every curse and 'ah!' came drool spilling from your mouth, slobbering about the couch and spreading it down to your fattened nipples. Your hand toyed with the piercing and you only felt more full, your tummy swelling more with each invasion of his dick against your walls. "C'mon take it, take it," Ony removes his hand from your neck to slap your ass hard, forcing his other thumb deeper in you, moving the other to play with your clit. White, foamy, release plops down like whipped cream onto his fingers as he rapidly and roughly guided them around your swollen clit. The same realese making his cock hot and melting in your pretty pussy, coating his every inch and forcing low moans out of him. "Ain't this watchu wanted? My dick wet as fuuuck, mama," You moan back some unintelligible response, you could barely hear the words coming out his mouth. Your entire being was totally focused on the way you began to tremble and squirt small spurts of cum gliding down your legs.

Onyankopon holds you still, hiking one of his legs up and fucking into you unimaginably deeper, sloppier, nastier. You squeal and grab his hand that's at your clit, slapping his arm and biting the softness of the couch's limb while your cry and whine. Ony ignores your attempts to tap out amidst the convulsing of your legs and hard quivering of your body. Your head was pounding now and you go completely blank for a split second, your full releases forcing itself out of you for the second time without your consent, in thick streams.

Your gasps and desperate as you attempt to get yourself together, all while Onyankopon can't help but nut deep in you before pulling out and slapping your clit a few final times with his dick. Your body refuses to move from the complicated position, Ony silently pulls your leg off the seat and carefully moves you onto your back. He wipes some tears off your fucked out face, hesitating before getting up and digging in your fridge for water before returning with two bottles. He opens one for you, feeding you the cold comfort that soothes your thoat while you hold onto his wrist.

"You straight?" He asks before leaning to dig in the pockets of his sweats and pull out a bit if cash. "Mhm," was all you could muster, watching him throw the money on the table before grabbing his phone. "Shit," He half grumbles with a soft chuckle before showing you the bright screen. Six missed calls from Connie.

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Rindou's the fucking type to act all hot shit when you ogle at his tattoos -- only for him to fucking lose it when you start grazing over them lightly 😋

cw: lemon, suggestive language, use of the nickname mama and princess.

oh, absolutely.

rindou has trouble letting his walls down around other people, even you. he feels like he has to keep up the whole intimidating bad boy exterior, even when it's just the two of you alone like this.

you know his weak spot, though.

he had you pinned into his bed, arms thrown around his shoulders -- hands tangled in his soft, blond hair while he kissed you like his life depended on it. His lips were gentle, soft, reassuring. The way he slipped his tongue into your mouth with a quiet groan, however, was the opposite.

you shuddered, freeing one of your hands from his hair while the other tugged at the strands in your grasp. you pulled away from the kiss to look at him -- your beautiful boy, your roman statue, your eros.

your eyes trailed down his muscular arms, down his toned, scarred chest. they followed the intricate swirls and spikes of ink that covered half of his body, his being. you hummed quietly, letting your fingers ghost over the tattoo, over his abs.

"you're so pretty," you remarked breathlessly. "you know that?"

rindou peered down at you with wide eyes. you could practically see the gears turning in his head, the rolodex of witty retorts in his mind failing for a brief moment as he struggled to reply. finally, he averted his gaze.

and he was fucking blushing.

you traced your thumb over the spiral that dipped down into his sweats -- where your hand bumped the conspicuous tent in his black sweatpants. you followed the pattern up, over the six bumps that defined his abdomen, the ink that licked up the side of his v-line.

rindou shuddered, pink lips parting to release a trembling breath.

he was normally so quiet in bed. but you? you made him fold. you knew all of his weak points.

"you okay, papa?" you asked teasingly, following the slope of his tattoo up to his chest. "you want me?"

"fuck, baby," he breathed through a grin. "don't call me that."

"or what?" you raised a brow. you dropped your hand to the prominent bulge in his pants, cupping it softly.

rindou whimpered quietly. the action seemed to catch even him off guard.

"all this..." you trailed off, drawing mindless shapes over his bulge. "for me, right? all mine?"

rindou didn't answer. he bit his lip instead, doing his best not to whine like some sort of dog. shit, you knew how to work him over.

"say it," you reiterated, squeezing him through the fabric off his sweats.

"yours," rindou panted. "fuck, 'm yours, princess."

he couldn't help it. your touch made him lose his shit every single fuckin' time.

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