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cordeliawhohung · 21 days

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pornstar!gaz being the utter professional by using protection with whoever else he's gotta shoot with but refuses to have anything in between y'all.

also does not stop after coming once. you're delusional if you thought he'd ever get enough of that sweet cunt. even if you feel far too sensitive to continue, he just coos in your ear about how well you're doing, how he's almost done. "you can take a little more, can't ya?" coreeeeeee.

carnally need him.

RAAHHH PS!GAZ

NO because before you even first started filming with him, you sort of stalked through the videos he had been in, just to get a feel for who was about to rail you. every single video he's wearing condoms, which you found a bit odd. everyone gets tested pretty regularly before they shoot, so there isn't a real fear of catching anything, and every female star is on about twenty different forms of birth control. perhaps it's just an odd quirk of his.

so you're not surprised when the two of you start filming and he rolls one on. you don't care either way, you get paid the same, condom or not and it feels just like normal to you. it's not long before he's got your back arched and the side of your face into the mattress, and he's just as good as every actress he's ever filmed with would have you believe. all you can do is grip the sheets and nearly sob as he ruts into you from behind, the lewd sound of skin on skin filling the room, though you know those four walls are no stranger to that noise.

it all stops so suddenly as he pulls his cock out of you, and your head is left spinning like a top on your neck, but you're finally able to breathe. you stay there for a moment until your brain registers kyle's probably trying to change positions, but the moment your chest tries to lift off the bed, his hand presses between your shoulder blades, pushing you back against the sheets. it isn't until your head rests back on the mattress that you realize the condom is there right next to you, still wet with your slick.

kyle sinks back into you with a hiss as his forehead presses against your shoulder, and it's not long before his pace continues just as fervent as it was before.

"sorry, doll," he whispers to you, voice low and breathy. "can't help myself. you understand, yeah?"

between his words, the pure stimulation, and the shock of it all, it doesn't take you long to come, yet his pace is still as unrelenting as it had been. each thrust winds you up tighter and tighter even though you had snapped long ago, and all you can do is drool and whine like a bitch in heat. the over stimulation is to the point where you're piratically sighing in relief when he's done. his cock pulses and throbs as his cum fills you, no longer blocked by that silly condom, and your body starts to go slack.

but kyle is very far from done.

his hips begin to snap against yours again, and you nearly squeal at the sensation. how the fuck is he still hard after all of that? he chuckles, and it's half strained from his own pleasure and exhaustion.

"one more, s'all i want. you can take that, yeah? been doin' so well for me so far, i know you can. bein' so good, such a good girl."

you almost regret telling him how you had a praise kink, but your brain is too gooey to feel anything but pleasure with the way his words caress your ear and his cock destroys you. when he comes again, his body finally seems to be just as spent as yours, and kyle collapses next to you on the bed where he pulls you against him. you're both sweaty and disgusting, and that fucking condom is still next to you, crumpled and limp, but god it feels nice to be embraced by him. to have his hand run a line down your spine as you listen to his pounding heartbeat dwindle into something softer.

you've been doomed ever since.

#pornstar!gaz #gaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader #gaz x reader smut #kyle garrick x reader smut #f!reader

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moonstruckme · 2 months

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hello! i saw u were hoping for more eddie requests (or less marauders requests, was what you were getting at i think) n i was wondering if u had any thoughts on summer with eds? maybe night swimming…making out on a towel in the back of his van…lots to consider…

p.s. — ive yet to request anything from you, so this is my first chance to say how much i love your work! 🩷

Okay okay, you guys are wearing me down about writing summer blurbs. Twist my arm! Thanks for requesting love ;)

cw: pg-13 smut, mention of not eating

Eddie Munson x fem!reader ♡ 858 words

Eddie’s hair has dried frizzy, which doesn’t give you a lot of hope for yours. His skin is still sun-warm, and you shiver for reasons that are multiplying by the minute, pressing close as he mouths over the dip where your neck meets your shoulder. You’re not sure exactly how you’d ended up in Eddie’s lap. You’d climbed in the back of his van to get a towel, and somehow that towel had ended up spread beneath the both of you, scratching lightly at your bare shins as the sun slips below the horizon and your boyfriend brutalizes your neck. He bites down just this side of too hard, making you gasp.

“Eddie,” you plead, fingers winding in his hair. “We can’t do this here.”

He releases the skin of your neck with a lewd suctioning sound, moving to that place under your ear that gets you melty like a popsicle in July. His hands grip your ass, squeezing indulgently as you squirm in his lap. “Says who?”

“Says—” He kisses that favored spot and your head falls to the side to accommodate him, an embarrassingly needy sound escaping you. “—says, I don’t know—the cops.”

Eddie’s laugh is so raucous he has to pull away. You’re not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed. His hands slide to your hips, grounding you as he looks at you with eyes wide and incredulous. “The cops?” he asks.

You swallow, nodding. You have this horrible vision of Jim Hopper himself getting a call about the suspicious van parked by the lake, coming over and shining a flashlight into the open back doors to find you both naked and in the middle of things.

Eddie laughs some more, shoulders shaking with it, and you can’t help but snicker a little too just because he is. “Baby, the cops don’t give a shit about what we’re up to. I’m sure they have better things to do.”

You shoot him a look, because you both know damn well that when Hawkins isn’t being threatened by monsters from a parallel universe, it’s completely dead around here.

“Let’s go back to your place,” you urge. “This towel’s all wet anyway, and I wanna shower.”

Eddie makes himself at home in the juncture of your neck again, kissing lazily. “S’not enough room in my shower for both of us,” he complains.

“We can pick this back up after, I know—shit, Eds—” Without warning, his hand slips up to palm your tit, pushing aside the scant covering of your swimsuit. You try to sound reasonable. “I know I taste like lake water.”

“Mhm. It’s hot.”

“It’s gross.”

“You’re gross.” He pauses, lips lifting momentarily from your shoulder. “Okay, wrong comeback. I’m distracted. It’s not gross, baby.” His grip tightens on you a second before he licks up the side of your neck, holding you in place when you squeal and try to get away. “Mm, yummy lake water.”

“You’re disgusting,” you laugh, leaning back and setting your hands on his shoulders so he can’t try it again.

“Aw, come on.” A thick finger slips under the elastic of your bikini bottoms, tracing a line around your hip as his other hand squeezes your boob lightly. Eddie grins at your tiny inhale. “Have a little fun.”

“Eddie,” you say warningly.

“Yes?” Another finger joins the first, your swimsuit stretching to accommodate them.

“I want to go home.” You imbue your voice with as much firmness as you can. When Eddie pouts, you go for the kill. “I’m getting really hungry.”

Immediately, the wickedness leaves his expression, replaced by a sweet concern. “Yeah?” The elastic of your swimsuit snaps back into place, and you jolt. Eddie flattens his palm over the spot, rubbing apologetically. “I forgot, you barely had anything for lunch. You wanna drive through somewhere?”

“No, I can make it until we get home,” you say softly, backpedaling a bit in the face of his caring. “I’m not dying, just a little hungry.”

Eddie’s mouth pulls to one side. “You sure, sweet thing? It’s a bit of a drive back. We could grab McDonalds.” Your eyes widen, and his grin makes a return, this time crooked and dorky. “Yeah?”

“That sounds amazing,” you admit. “Do you think they’ll give me a hashbrown even though it’s not breakfast yet?”

“I’ll make sure they do.” He eases you off his lap, reaching over to close the back doors. You start looking around for your flip-flops. “I think they’re serving breakfast all day now anyways.”

“Ugh, awesome.” You imagine the greasy taste, and your mouth floods with saliva. Shit, you actually are pretty hungry. Eddie climbs into the front seat, reaching for your elbow to help you over the console behind him. The material of the seatbelt feels warm and rough against your skin. “Just to be clear,” you say, “I didn’t mean that I wasn’t having a good time. We still should have a re-do later, after food and showers.”

Eddie huffs a laugh, turning the keys in the ignition so the van rumbles to life underneath you. “No need for a re-do, baby. We’re just having an intermission.”

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jeweldagger · 3 months

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f!reader, choking, tummy bulge, minor breeding (?), dumbification, rough sex. smut under the cut!

eren jaeger. you hated that man with a burning passion, yet he turned out to be your baby daddy.

it all started when you first encountered him, you thought he was just another amnesia patient who was recovering.

but he definitely was not.

“hey, nurse.” his voice was dull, and low as he called out for you. his half-lidded eyes stared up at you, and if you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought he was out to kill you.

“yes, mr. kruger?” you say, a patient smile on your face as you turned around to look at him.

to be completely honest, the rest of the evening was a blur for you.

soon, the sun had set and you were already planted in a hospital bed, with ‘mr kruger’ fucking into you, panting like a dog in heat.

each thrust was rough, and hard. he had a bruising grip on your hips, his sharp eyes almost glaring down at you.

schlop! schlop! schlop!

each wet, sloppy thrust emitted a disgusting sound, with your downright pornographic moans being swallowed by eren’s lips, his stubble scratching softly against your chin. he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your lips before snapping with a quiet, unnoticeable ‘pop!’

“keep quiet for me, yeah?” he grunts, hips snapping into yours with a particularly hard thrust. “wouldn’t- fuuuck, wouldn’t want the other nurses to find out.”

“mhm- yes, mr kruger,” you moan out pathetically, back arching impossibly further off of the cheap hospital bed.

eren sighed, partially from pleasure and partially from annoyance. “it’s eren. call me eren.” he correcting you in a scolding tone, his pace speeding up as he dug his blunt nails further into the flesh of your hips.

one of his hands drifted up your body, landing on your neck. he gave you a slight squeeze, before basically choking you.

“remember my name, it’s eren. repeat it for me, nurse.” he groans, his other hand finding it’s way to your stomach, where he felt the bludge of his cock. “eren jaeger’s the man who- mm, the man who’s fucked you so good you can see me riiight there…”

“y-yeesss,” you mewled, head drooping backwards. your tongue lolled out as your eyes crossed slightly.

you were completely fucked out.

“no, that’s not my name.” he scoffed, his hand raising, before he slapped it down on your cunt.

“eren! eren!” your voice escaped your plump lips as a breathless moan, your hands clutching at the bedsheets in desperation, for what? you wouldn’t know.

“that’s my girl,” eren hummed, leaning down to plant a sloppy kiss on your lips, his hand loosening his grip on your neck. his lips then trail down to your neck. “i’m close, baby.” he whispered against your neck.

“uh-huh!” you squeak in response, fucked too dumb to respond as eren continued to bully his large cock into you. it was amazing, really. the way he could fit himself right into your tiny little hole.

schlop! schlop! schlop!

after a few more rough thrusts, he shot thick ropes of creamy white cum right into you, his large hands grabbing onto your thighs. he almost moaned at the sight of you, so pretty, sprawled out on his hospital bed. he fucked into you for a while more, until his movements slowed down fully.

“mmnnn…” you couldn’t even speak anymore, your body falling limp. eren chuckled at the sight, keeping himself plugged inside you. wouldn’t want any of his cum to spill, now would we?

that’s how you ended up pregnant with eren jaeger’s baby, the same eren jaeger who killed around 80% of the world’s population.

#eren jaeger #eren yeager #eren x reader #eren aot #eren smut #eren jeager x reader #eren x you #eren jeager smut #aot #aot x reader #aot smut

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fr4nk-1e · 1 month

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"Just Toji."

who would have said that Toji would find comfort in you, his neglected servant?

warnings: abuse, malnutrition, slavery? (reader is bought by zenin clan), Toji being Toji and treating you harsh but having his own way to show he cares, english is not my mother language so feel free to correct me!

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(i know toji got his scar when he was a kid but this oneshot is not settled in any time so the timeline is up to your imagination)

the trope of being toji's servat got inspired from a bot on c.ai but because the app has problems rn i'm not able to find it and can't credit who created the bot because i don't remember the username either, but i'll put the credits here when i'll finally find the bot🥹

"Master Toji, your breakfast is ready." knocking at his door, you call out for him. Not hearing any response, you knock again. "Master Toji?"

"Go away." he grumbles, not even bothering to get out of bed. You sigh and open the door to his room, walking in with a teapot which you set on the nightstand. He doesn't even look at you, his face buried in the covers when he speaks again. "I said go away."

"I'm afraid I can't ignore your father's orders." you say, opening the curtains to let some light into his room, getting a grunt out of Toji as he feels the warmth of the sun on his skin.

"Shouldn't you be listening to me?" his tone is harsh and raspy. He shifts on the bed to lie on his back and puts his arm over his eyes." "You're my servant."

"That is true, I am assigned to serve you at the moment, however..." walking to his wardrobe, you take out a clean kimono for him and put on the chair next to his futon. "...your father... he is my boss, he is the one who bought me and... you know..."

"Yeah... I know." he mumbles, his tone softens, showing that he understands. His hand reaches for a mug and he takes a sip of the tea you brought, his eyebrows knitting together at the pulsating pain that went through the wound on the corner of his lips. "That damn old man."

As he sits up, you notice small drops of sweat going down his temples and neck which shine in the sunlight. You also notice his worn-out expression and that he generally isn't in a good shape. His muscules are twitching slightly - it gave you a feeling that he must still feel shaken up, also his pillow is wet. You realize he must had the same nightmare again about the day when his father threw him into a pit full of curses but you know it's a sensitive topic for him.

"Does it still hurt?" you ask, looking at the wound he has from that day.

"Nah... only a bit." he answers, trying to sound tough. "Nothing I can't handle."

You nod, deciding not to pry any further and take the empty mug and teapot.

"Like I said, your breakfast is ready. Do you want me to bring it here or..."

"Of course." he snaps, sounding a bit more harsh than he wanted to. "I'm not leaving this room today. They can kiss my ass, I don't care."

They means his father and other members of the clan that can't go a single day without insulting him for not having cursed energy, calling him useless or threatening him with curses just for fun. Sometimes they even release a living curse to attack him, just for fun. They rarely hide their cruelness and you understand why he's so disgusted in them that he can't even say their names.

You just nod at his response and walk to the door. "I understand. I'll be right back then."

As you leave, Toji lets out a long, heavy sigh. Relationship between you two was... unusual. And a bit tense but t at the same time, quite comforting for both of you. He, unwanted by his own clan, abused and treated like shit. You, also unwanted by your own clan, sold off to someone else, used, abused and also treated like shit. He doesn't like to admit it but he finds comfort in the similiarity of the misery of your lifes. Even if he doesn't like this feeling, he feels connected to you because you're the only one person who truly understands him... and also the only one person who doesn't hate him.

You come back a few minutes later with a bruise on your face. Toji tries to act like he doesn't care but he can't help but feel concerned.

"What the hell happened to your face?" the tone of his voice is harsh but there is a bit softness in it.

"I... I broke a glass." you didn't need to add anything else because you both understand what that means. Breaking something means punishment. Even if it was just an accident. Both of you could experience it on your own skins many, many times. Way too many.

He just nods at your words and takes the tray from you with his breakfast. But he doesn't eat, he just stares at it blankly. Then he looks at you. His eyes wander on your skinny hands and arms... sharp jawline... thin collarbones... Then his gaze meets yours. He looks worried but also... angry.

"When was the last time you ate?"

Your eyebrows rise and embarassed smile appear on your face at his sudden question. You gulp nervously before answering. "M-Master Toji, you don't need to worry about it..."

"When was the last time you ate?" he repeats his question, his tone harsher than before.

"Two days ago..."

Your answer is quiet, hoping he won't hear you. But he hears you loud and clear. He grabs your wrist and pulls you to sit next to him. Then he gives you half of his food.

"Eat."

"M-Master Toji, it's you-"

"Eat." he sounds angry. Or it's better to say... frustrated.

"But-"

"You're my servant. It's an order." he gives you a cold glare, but deep in his expression you can see concern. "Eat."

You sigh and give in. As you start eating, he starts eating too, looking at you all the time to make sure you're getting all important nutritions you need. His sight doesn't leave the space to argue, so even if you feel extremely embarassed, you eat all of the food he gave you. But there is no words in the world that could express how grateful you feel.

As you finish eating, he focuses on the bruise on your face again.

"Come closer."

With a sigh, you lean closer, letting him have better view of the bruise. Being this close, he could see dried tear stains that were still on your face. His thumb rubs gently over the bruise, trying not to cause you any more pain.

"Does it hurt?" he asks.

"Not rea-"

"Don't lie."

"...It does."

After that, Toji does something you thought he would never do. His hand find it's way to the back of your head and brings you closer to his chest, trapping you in a gentle embrance. As you freeze, a bit shocked by his move, he rubs your head gently with his fingers, letting out a heavy sigh.

"I hate being treated like shit but... seeing you hurt..." he pauses for a moment. "I hate that even more."

"Master Toji, please don't worry about me... I'm really oka-"

"No. You're not." his tone sounds frustrated again. He pulls you even tighter against himself. You can feel that he can't contain his own emotions. "Stop lying to me, god damn it... I know you're not okay. I know how servants are treated, especially the one who are bought... like you."

You sigh, letting yourself lean against him, relaxing a bit.

"I got used to this." you mumble.

"You shouldn't." his tone is in between harsh and soft. "This isn't right. You shouldn't get used to this." you pull away, just enough to look into his eyes.

"Just like you shouldn't let your clan treat you like this only because you can't use cursed energy."

Something snap inside of him as you said that. As if it was something he needed to hear. Not something he didn't know about, but something he needed to hear from someone else to really believe this... to understand that he can take action.

"You're right. You're damn right." he sighs, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes. He seems mad at himself for agreeing to be abused... even if he couldn't do anything about it. He seems even more frustrated for letting you be treated the same way. After a moment of silence he looks at you with something you never saw in him before. A desire. "Let's get out of here."

"Wh-What...?" you stutter, confused and a bit shocked by his words.

"Let's run away. Together. You and me." his eyes show pure determination. "We deserve better, Y/N."

His words leave you stunned and cause you to hold your breath for a second. You stare at him with your mouth oppened before speaking. "M-Master Toji, I-I..."

"No more Master." he interrupts you. "Just Toji."

"Alright, Toji..." you gulp nervously, fighting your thoughts. "Are you sure about this? What if they start looking for us?"

"I'm strong." as for confirmation to his words, he squeezes you tighter in his embrace. "I can protect you." his determinated gaze help you realize that he is serious about this. That it is really happening and it is real - even if it feels unreal. "Please, Y/N. I won't do this alone. I don't wanna leave you here."

"I don't know..." your hesistation is understandable. If they'd find out about Toji's escape he would maybe get thrown into a pit full of curses again but you... you have the right to fear the worst. "What if they..."

"They won't kill you." his hand rest on your head again in protective manner and strokes your hair gently. "I told you, I'll protect you. I won't let them get their hands on you. I promise."

The hesistation and fear are still there but Toji's determination helps your desire to be free overcome these feelings. You trust him and his rage. Besides, he's right. Both of you deserve better. And just like he won't do it without you, you are not be able to do it without him. It's both of you or endless suffering.

"Alright... You're right. Let's get out of here, togehter. You and me. Y/N and just Toji."

✿

i didn't forget about my other works!! i'm going through hard time lately and i need some more time to work on them, i hope you're not getting too impatient🥹

#toji x y/n #toji x you #toji x reader #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #toji angst #toji fluff #toji zenin #jjk #jjk fanfic

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iloveyouinred · 6 months

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Behind Your Door: Scaramouche x Reader

𓇬♡ | Warning: NSFW, stalking, noncon, degradation, mention of murder, etc.

Your issue when you decided to live alone arose at the end of October. Some say the number of stalking cases has increased since last year. You are afraid you will add to that number.

The morning you went to work with your daily walk routine in the park, you pass a stranger you do not recognize. You know all the residents in this neighbourhood. It was thanks to Albedo's kindness, who patiently introduced you to them one by one. The time you spent living there was peaceful enough until some kind of fear seeps in to your heart. It's like a gut feeling of someone following you, the shadow of a man trailing behind you every night you went home after work, or a strange feeling you got every morning you went for a walk. Sometimes when you are alone, you feel eyes on you. You don't want to bother Albedo about this baseless fear of yours. So you put up with it for quite sometime.

Untill one evening, when you come home drunk after a feast in your office for a success project. You stumble past the unlock door. Realising too late when a hand grabs the back of your neck to push you on the walls. Door locked by the man whose hands make you struggle to breathe.

"Who the fuck are you?!" You spit out a hoarse scream. Trying to give a warning, but instead amused the man in the dimly lit room. He chuckles softly. Almost mocking with the smile he displays while watching you struggling to free yourself from his grip.

"I think you know me, we met that day in the park." He said implying to the stranger that has been following you around. You want to scream on his face if not for his harsh grip on your neck. With a deep breath, you decided to calm down and listen to his rant.

"Ah you calmed down already? Interesting." Scaramouche's smile is delightful if not for his sick head. He decided to let you live longer. Killing aside, he takes in every detail of your body. The shape of you from behind. Ass facing him, back arch as your chest flattened into the wall. He clicks his tongue, feeling heat building up on his lower part from the sight alone. He pulls down his pants to let out his hardened cock. You could feel him between your ass. Hands still pinning you against the walls. Rubbing his tip on your back. Before adjusting himself to fuck your thigh. You let out a surprised yelp. Cursing at his disgusting act. While he continues to use you under his grip. You feel his wet and sticky precum drip down your thigh.

The air feels heavy with the smell it caused, and how his warm chest presses to your back. Cocks still stick in between the warm soft flesh of your thighs. You pant softly when he slid himself in between your folds. The friction of his hot length against your wet cunt causes a loud embarrassing squelch that makes you come when he pours his sticky warm liquid on your thighs. You were not ready when he suddenly pushed himself inside of you. A twisted sense of pleasure fills him as he watches your back arc with a gasp under him trying to adjust to his length.

"You are so fucking tight." He commented with a chuckle, almost cynical as you feel his warm breath on your cheek. You wont give him the satisfaction of watching your flushed face as he fuck you. You would be deemed a hypocrite.

"Just kill m-Ah?! Hngh! Hmng!" You tried to protest when he inserted his fingers in your mouth. Holding in the words you try to say.

"What was it slut? You wanted to be fucked?" He said in an amused tone as he watched you let out a muffled moan. His hips snapping forward to meet your cunt. You feel your vision blurred, as tears build up in your eyes. The sensation of his cock harshly pounding into you. Prodding against your g-spot with each thrust. You drooled with his finger still in your mouth. Mind hazy with pleasure. You instinctively move your hips up to let him enter you further, earning a mocking sound followed by a groan when you tighten around him. You are close. He pulls his finger out of your mouth, moving at a quicker pace with cock basically ramming your puffy cunt. The moan fell from your lips was sinfully sweet. It feels as if heaven is near, while it couldn't be further from the truth.

His slender finger wraps around the front of your neck, forcing you to lift up your head. His thumb brushes over your jaw, guiding you to turn your head around. He savours your sinful expression. Eyes rolling to the back of your skull, with drolls dripping from the corner of your lips that moaning along with his thrusts. You feel him twitch inside of you, thrusting into you deeper. Before he sends one final thrust, you feel his soft lips meet yours, sucking and nibbling on it. While you are unable to refuse his tongue that roams the inside of your mouth, choking you when you moan against his lips. You feel his warm cum fill the inside of your belly. Instantly making you cum around him, legs weak and trembling, the only support was his body that pressed closely against yours.

It was a moment of eye contact when he inches away from your lips. String of drool still connects both of your mouths. You pant trying to catch your breath, hardly register what he just takes you through.

"Such a pretty slut." He commented with a sly grin, pulling himself out of you. His hand wraps around your limp body, lifting you up with ease. He walks to your bedroom casually, like it is his own house. You feel your back flattened to the soft surface of your bed. Him laying on top of you, adjusting your legs on his shoulder. He pressed his hips closely to yours. From this angle you could see him clearly, the hardened cock pressing down on your sloppy fold. Smeared with mixed cums. Your breath hitch in anticipation when his soft tip slid back, and stopped to press on your entrance.

"No, please-"

"Hahaha.. Isn't it too late to act like you don't want it?"

His laugh is sinister and silences you instantly. Glint of fulfilment in his eyes as he peers down to give you a soft kiss. In contrast to the words he just utter. He treats you gently this time. Cock slowly dragging in your rigged walls. You feel every inch of his skin, the veiny surface of his cock that spreads your cunt. His hand on your neck, locking it in a firm grip while others play with your nipple. Kneading it mindlessly, losing himself in its softness. As the pace of his thrusts increases, easily pulling moans out of you. Hitting on the spot that makes you tremble. He smiles.

"I could keep you as my little housepet."

You shook your head, but he thrust deeper. And your head instantly snapped back in pleasure. It was way too much. The way he deliciously his hips to meet yours, choking you, playing with your body as he pleases. Your mind is hazy from overstimulation. As he went on. Filling you with his cum once again. He pulls out, watching as the thick liquid flows out of you. His finger traced up your filled cunt, eyes watching on how his fingers disappeared between your folds. Pumping in and out making it fully smeared with the white liquid. The act satisfies him. It feels far more better than watching you pleased yourself from your PC cam. Well he was satisfied with it, yes. But now that he got a taste of the real thing he doesn't think he can get back to jerking off your videos only. He needs to be inside your warm cunt filling it up with his seeds. You will be his little fuck toy from now on.

He will assure you won't be worried about work or money. All you have to do is satisfy his needs. Scaramouche lifts up your body after fixing your crumpled clothes, throwing his own jacket over you. The boy wasted no time getting you in his own car, parked by the three shade just across your house. The tiredness down on you once you feel his warm body wrap around you. All the work, party, drinking, and an unexpected surprise in your own house. You hid your face in his chest, the soft shirts rubbed on your face. As the drowsiness creeps up your mind, you throw a last glance on his face, catching a satisfied smile on his lips as he carries you to God knows where. You drifted to sleep.

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sir-kuroo · 7 months

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.—002 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ♡ { TSUKISHIMA KEI }

one of TSUKISHIMA's university goals is to ruin the sassy student librarian and break all her rules; by the way, it’s you ◇ PART ONE - TWO (complete)

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 ⋮ rivals to lovers, library sex, deep throat, chikan, creampie

Tsukishima never thought things would escalate to this. Insane, irrational, preposterous; yet he didn’t really feel remorse, guilt or even disgust. No, he couldn’t bring himself to not when your fingers and lips were wrapped around his throbbing cock, your tongue twirled and head bobbed as you took the entirety of his length into your mouth.

His fingers tangled around the strands of your hair as he bit his lower-lip fighting any sound from escaping or else it would be humiliating. You looked up at him and saw his reddened face, contorting as if he was trying hard to control himself and his hips from not thrusting against your mouth. This gave you a good amount of confidence to tease him.

“Mu you meel ngood?” Your words were muffled as you slid your hand and mouth against him, your drool dripping from the side of your lip.

He smirked. Just because you’re blowing him so good, it didn’t mean he’s vulnerable and had lost in this little dirty game you play. Never.

Fisting a bunch of your hair, he controlled the movements of your head as he thrusted in and out of your mouth.

“Hngh-“ Your eyes widened at his sudden boldness. Your hands reached for his ass, squeezing and seeking balance with the way he was maneuvering your head. Tears pooled at the edge of your eyes and your pussy got even wetter, getting excited at the thought of his dick digging you deep just how his tip was hitting your uvula.

Tsukki felt the heat crawling up his face. He’s close! So close yet hearing your whimpers had brought him back to his senses. He swiftly pulled out from your mouth and took in how helpless up you looked like.

Cupping your face, he wiped away the wetness from your mouth, a mixture of your saliva and his pre-cum. His thumb softly caressed your cheek as he made you look up at him. Your teary eyes met his hazy ones and he felt a little bit of guilt. Maybe he went too far. His lack of inhibition had only proven how badly he wanted you.

It looked like he wasn’t the only one who messed up though. He looked on the floor and saw a pool of your own arousal. This hardened him even more and he felt his cock twitched at the sight. He gulped. Seeing you all lusty for him like this was a “go” signal for him to continue.

Tsukki couldn’t be more thankful of either Bokuto-san or Kuroo-san for sneakily slipping a packet condom in his jacket. Though he thought it was ridiculous at first, he never thought the day would come that would be of use. He lowered himself and whispered in your ear, “You made quite a mess. Looks like you’re not fit for the job.”

Before you could even retaliate, he abruptly slid inside your pussy, your legs wrapped around his torso as you embraced him tightly.

“Oh god…” you breathed out. He had both of his hands supporting your thighs as he he rammed inside you deep and long. His height was indeed a tell-tale sign of how lengthy his cock was. You tried not to let any sound escape but you couldn’t stop the tight-lipped whines from coming out.

Wanting more of him, you snapped your hips and met his thrusts. You just craved him deep, deep inside you and he knew how much you’re hopelessly trying to as he felt the same. He’s aching to have all of his length wrapped around your walls, so he stood up and pinned you to the shelf with his body.

“Ahh, ahhhmn-“ You buried your face into the crook of his neck as you felt the uncontrollable urge to moan due to the pleasure brought by your new position. It didn’t help that Tsukki heard footsteps approaching.

“Shhh…quiet. Forgot your number rule?” He hissed under his breath. “I think you should be punished for this.”

“No, mhm~”

He shut you up with a kiss as he bent his knees a little and thrusted into you upwards, hitting you deep and hard just the way you like it. He grunted against your lips, a sound heard by a student from the next aisle.

The student tilted her head as she felt frightened. This area of the library was the less visited one and was not really well-lit. There were many stories about this section yet she didn’t believe in them. She shrugged the idea off and went on to pick one of the books from the shelf, when she started hearing thuds that kept getting louder and louder. Eventually, a book fell on its own. Scared, she ran for her life.

Tsukki sighed in relief as he heard the footsteps dissolve. Now, he could solely focus on banging you against the shelf until all the books come falling. His hands were probably leaving a mark on your supple thighs as his hold became tighter.

His long upward strokes was making you lose your mind that you reached out from one of the racks, shoving some books to the floor in the process. The shelf swayed as he drove into you with full force.

“Tsukki! Tsukki!” You let out and bit his neck to cover your cry, feeling your orgasm approaching, while he hissed, nails digging on your bare skin. Both of you finally releasing the pent-up tension that was long overdue.

You both caught your breath as your pussy parted from his cock. Your eyes trained on him as he slid the condom off. God, you couldn’t even remember when he put it on. Also, you were surprised that he actually had one.

“What?” He asked, breathlessly, while zipping his pants. You just shook your head and put your panties back on.

“Go on, I’ll clean this up first.” You told him, pointing at the books that were knocked off the shelf. Much to your surprise, he didn’t go anywhere. Instead, he went closer to you, removing his jacket and wrapping it around your waist. He won’t definitely allow you to walk around with damp skirt, torn stockings and his hand prints on your thighs.

You looked at him in admiration and noticed the bite mark you left on his neck. You reached out for the spot and looked for yourself if you had any article to cover it. Tsukki rubbed the area and sighed, “I’ll take care of this.”

“A-Are you sure?”

“Yeah…” He replied, taking out his headphones and slinging it around his neck. You tiptoed and adjusted the item at the right angle and he held your face, taking your lips for a swift kiss.

“T-Tsukki?” You asked, wide-eyed.

He turned his gaze away. “It is what you think it is.“ He picked up a book on his way and said, “I should go now.” You nodded your head with a bright pink tint across your cheek.

From that day on, different students shared their own experiences of the library ghost. Some theorized it to be a vengeful spirit while others thought it was all just for clout.

“Are you okay?” You asked one of the students while you tried to pin close your blouse after losing some buttons.

“I just heard cries…” She whispered to you and pointed at the one of the sections. “Right there.”

You blushed and feint self-assuredness. “It could be the ghost.” You reasoned out, as if it was the truth.

Tsukki approached from behind you, commenting, “It’s already 21st century and you still believe in things like that.”

“Why don’t you go home, Tsukishima? You must be tired.” You shot back.

He scowled then let out a fake chuckle. Leaning forward, he placed a book in front of you and said, “I don’t think so.” He moved away and headed out of the hall. You opened the book and gulped when you saw that he slipped inside the two buttons he snapped out of your blouse.

The story about the library ghost didn’t stop. Cases such as lingering weird sounds, falling books and quaking shelves were very common that it instantly became an urban legend along with the rumors that you and Tsukishima were dating.

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fuckmyskywalker · 8 months

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walking in on Anakin using a toy and whining your name, biting the pillow just like he bites your shoulder while you take him. he’s whining filthy shit, like, dirty talking as he imagines you underneath him. the fearless jedi looks so pathetic in that moment it’s hard not to laugh. you know he’s so easy to tease, and so easy to make horny, he’s like a hormonal teenager. but it’s so cute the way he’s crying and rutting into his little toy, unable to reach his peak.

General! — Anakin Skywalker.

CW: 18+, smut!, masturbation, dirty talk, crying, Anakin being horny. I want him so bad :).

a/n: Ugh, this is... ugh. Ugh. UGH MAN. I want to kiss your head anon, I swear. I SWEAR.

The wet spot on his pillow grows larger as he sinks his teeth into the soft fabric, drooling, whining, and rolling his eyes; Anakin lays down on his bed as he humps the makeshift fleshlight, which consists of a rolled-up towel, tied up in the middle with one of his belts and stretched one of those free condoms he received on a visit to the medical bay, leaving the end sticking about an inch out.

He simply can't afford a proper sex toy. Jedis aren't supposed to have more than a certain amount of credits, and most of his money goes to more clothes and basic hygiene stuff… so he had to be creative.

The sensation has him spiraling down, but it’s not enough. It will never be as good as your warm, tight pussy. Anakin snaps his hips faster, closing his eyes and trying to ignore the loud squelching sound of his dick abusing the poor DIY pussy. He tries to concentrate on the sensation, forcing himself to believe is as heavenly as your body. He pictures you underneath him, moaning and shaking from how hard his dick is going in and out of you, opening your pretty mouth so he can spit in it, grabbing his hand, bringing it to your neck, and asking him to choke you—

“Fuck” He groans against his pillow. His cheeks feel hot, he is embarrassed, this is so humiliating. Anakin feels like a disgusting horny teenager, all railed up and so hard it’s painful. The frustration only increases his arousal, he is practically edging himself with the pathetic excuse of a fleshlight and he likes it. “Just like that— yes, you are taking my cock so good…”

He mumbles hot incoherencies to himself, dragging his foggy mind to another reality, a reality in which you are spreading your legs for him and dragging your nails down his back as he splits you in half. His body glistens with a sheer layer of sweat, wishing to the Force that you were there.

“You like being my messy slut?”

“Ah— I fucking love how you squeeze my cock baby”

“I wanna ruin this pretty little pussy—”

His orgasm is close, so close it hurts it’s not enough. The frustration is so much that it forces an annoyed groan from his lips as he screams against the cushion. Anakin feels even more pathetic by not being able to orgasm even with a (fake) toy; Tears of shame begin to gather in his blue eyes. He tries to keep going, feeling his balls clench at the mid-tightness of the fleshlight, shaking the bed with every thrust. He is being loud and he doesn’t care. He wants to cum so badly he forgets anyone can hear him.

So enraptured in his greedy journey of self-pleasure he fails to notice the door of his bedroom opening because he is so pent up he forgot to lock it.

One tear rolls down his cheek and he shakes his head letting out a quiet sob, just when your laugh breaks him from his trance. You stand at the edge of his bed, crossing your arms over your chest and eyeing his naked, sweaty body.

His dick twitches at the sound of your laugh, knowing well you are mocking him. He thrives on it.

“Can’t cum, pretty boy?” You tease him, walking to the side of his bed and brushing his wet blonde locks away from his forehead. Your thumb traces his scar, admiring how pretty and fucked up he looks.

Anakin shakes his head, pouting and closing his eyes. “I can’t, I fucking can’t” He moans but he doesn’t stop his movements, in fact, he speeds them.

Your eyes grow darker, admiring his needy form. He is absolutely perfect. Anakin opens his mouth to say something else when your hand crosses his cheek, the loud slap echoing the room. The moan that follows the hit makes your stomach twist with arousal. Anakin bites his plump lips and arches his back, enjoying the sting on his face. “Please, more” He begs, looking at you with watery eyes.

“Look at you filthy bitch” You laugh again, it’s a bitter, mean laugh. Exactly what he needs. “What the hell is even that? Is that a towel?” He nods pathetically which earns him another chuckle. “You are so fucking pathetic it’s not even funny.” Your hand reaches for his curls and yanks them, pushing him to look at you. The fire that Anakin sees in your eyes brings him closer to the orgasm he is so desperate for. “Oh Maker, you were so horny you just couldn’t wait to fuck me? You had to use your little stupid brain to make a fake pussy?” Another slap across his face makes him groan and nod furiously.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Anakin almost shouts. “But it doesn’t feel as good as your pussy, I’m so sorry!—”

“I know it doesn’t don’t worry”

Your hand lays flat on the back of his head, pushing his face against the pillow to keep the noises down. It’s already suspicious that you are in his bedroom, so if anyone hears him whining like a bitch in heat, it would be even more disastrous.

“The fearless Jedi? More like the worthless, weak slut”

Close, so close.

His muffled sob turns you on even more, the power flowing through your fingertips making you feel alive. His hard cock twitches again and his balls tense, he is right there.

“Stop.” You say abruptly, and Anakin chooses to ignore you, he is so frantic to finish, to release the tension— “I said fucking stop! Are you that much of a brainless slut that you can’t follow a simple command? How are you even a General, you are nothing more than a whiny, little baby that can’t make himself cum without my help”

And Anakin explodes. His dick spurts and practically vibrates with the force of his orgasm. He fills the condom inside the folded towel more than he has ever done before— and it doesn’t stop. His body spasms and he moans your name louder against the stained fabric, more tears falling down his flushed face and making the wet spot even bigger.

He is in so much trouble.

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aalyssah · 3 months

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Saved By A Clown

Pairing: Art The Clown x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Abuse, Cursing, and Mentions of Killing.

Word Count: 1,872

Summary: During a Halloween Party, your boyfriend gets jealous while you're talking to another guy so he takes you out to an alleyway and attempts to hit you, but luckily, you're saved by a special clown.

A/N: I've been wanting to write for Art for a while now and I'm finally doing it! Hope You Enjoy!

October 31, 2016

It was Halloween, most of everyone’s favorite holiday, and you were dressed up in a classic Angel outfit, white wings on your back.

You finished curling your hair, and unplugged the curling iron when your boyfriend, Alex came through the door. “Babe, you look so good.” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back into his chest.

You tensed up, trying to get out his hold. You and Alex have been dating for the past 3 years and he’s been nothing, but abusive. “Alex, stop, you're gonna mess up my hair.” You groaned out, trying to get him to stop touching you.

Alex ignored you, face nuzzling in your neck. He placed sloppy wet kisses to your neck, groaning at your smell. “Mmm, baby, you smell so good.” You snapped out his hold, pushing him back with all your force.

“Alex, get off me!” Alex finally let go of you, anger filling his body. “Stop being so ungrateful! I’m trying to give you all my love and you’re-” Alex’s scolding was cut off when his phone rang.

He took his phone out of his pocket and went to another room. You looked at yourself in the mirror. You don’t know how long you can take this anymore.

The sound of Alex yelling from the other room caught your attention. “Y/n, get in the car! We’re going to the party!”

Oh right, the party. A Halloween party Alex is gonna force you to go to, only to show you off and then cheat on you with some girl dressed in a slutty costume.

You followed his directions, getting into the car and letting him drive to the stupid house that threw the party.

You soon arrived at the house party, Alex parking onto the side. Before you could open the car door, Alex grabbed your upper arm, making you wince in pain.

“Listen to me right now. When we get in there you better not embarrass me. No more drinking after 2 shots, no talking to guys, and don’t even think about leaving the house.” He roughly pushed you back, a whimper passing your lips.

Alex went to your side and forcefully dragged you up the driveway and knocked on the door. Moments later it opened from a random guy. “Hey, man, welcome to the party!” A smile was brought to Alex’s face as he stepped through the door.

The smell of alcohol lingered in the air and many people danced and grinding against each other. Your face scrunched up in disgust. It was even worse than last year’s party.

Alex quickly leaned down to your ear. “Remember what I said.” And with that, he left you alone, instantly going to a group of girls. You rolled your eyes, knowing he was gonna leave you.

Now you stood there awkwardly, watching as everyone had fun. You wish you could be like them. Have fun and party.

As you were daydreaming you noticed a clown from across the room staring at you. You gave a small wave, smiling as he confusingly pointed at himself. You nodded your head. The clown then smiled, blowing a kiss your way, and you couldn’t help, but blush at the action.

With your small distraction of looking at the clown, someone bumped into you, their drink spilling on your white dress. You gasped at the cool beverage hitting your skin.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry!” You turned around to see a man dressed as Fred from Scooby Doo. You gave him a small smile. “It’s alright.” You said, attempting to rub the red juice away, but it only smeared.

“Hey, let me help you clean that up.” You couldn’t even protest against it as the man grabbed your arm gently, and dragged you to the bar. You wanted to say something, looking around the room to make sure Alex wasn’t watching.

The man sat you down at the bar, getting a couple of napkins and rubbing the drink from your clothes. In the end there was still red in your costume, but not as bad as before. “I’m so so sorry about that! You looked really good though!”

You laughed at his compliment. “Thank you, but I have a boyfriend.” The man only laughed. “Me too honey! I’m as straight as a circle.” You instantly caught on his joke, genuinely laughing.

“The name’s Eric.” He said, ordering two drinks. “Y/n.” You shortly responded. The drinks were placed in front of you both and Eric picked up a glass. “Cheers to Halloween!”

You both clanged your glasses together, both of you taking a sip of the fruity drink. “Mm, this is good!” You praised. Eric smiled. “My favorite. First time I had this was when I was 17. Now I’m 26 and I’m still drinking it!”

You and Eric talked for about 10 minutes, with you completely forgetting about the rules Alex gave you until you felt yourself being harshly grabbed. “Y/n!” Your eyes grew wide as the voice yelled your name.

It was Alex.

He dragged you up out of your seat, pulling you through the bodies of dancing people. “Alex, please stop, you’re hurting me!” You whined over the music, but even though Alex could hear you, he didn’t care.

He made it all the way outside, continuing to walk towards the car, but you put up a fight. “Alex stop, why are you doing this?” You questioned which seemed to set something off inside him.

He quickly pulled you into the alleyway, pushing you against the brick wall. You cried out in pain when your head hit the wall. “Why am I doing this? I told you specifically not to talk to other men and have no more than 2 shots, and guess what? You broke them by talking to the Fred guy, and drinking a whole cup of the fruity shit!” His grip got tighter as his voice got louder.

You flinched as you felt his hot breath against your face. “You’re nothing, but a whore, going around flirting with other guys!” Tears finally fell from your eyes, as you tried to reason with him. “He was gay!”

You cried out, hoping it would calm him down, but it only riled him up more. “And now you’re lying to me! In my face!” He lowly chuckled.

His hand then raised up in the air, ready to hit you, but the feeling of a cold blade poked your stomach as Alex gasped for air. His grip on you fell loose as his body fell to the ground.

You looked in shock as Alex fell, the body behind him revealing the clown from earlier. You almost yelled, but covered your mouth, not wanting to draw attention.

The clown pulled the machete from Alex’s stomach, standing there, looking at your scared form. The clown then bent over, searching through Alex’s pockets and pulled out the car keys.

He held them up to you, motioning for you to take them. Very quickly, you snatched the keys out his hand and ran back to the car, scared the clown would come after you.

As you turned the corner you could hear the gurgling sound of pleading. “Y-Y/n please, h-help m-” Then it was silent.

You rushed into the car, starting it up and driving away back to a secret apartment you bought that Alex didn’t know about.

It’s only been a day since Alex was killed in that alleyway and as you were watching TV, the news popped up.

“Breaking news! A man identified as Alex Jones’ body was found in an alleyway, brutally murdered. The picture we are about to show is evidence released from the detective of the scene, in hopes that it can lead to any clues to this murder.”

The picture was blurred, but you could still make out Alex’s dead body, a pool of his blood around his body, but the main focus was on the words carved into his chest.

ART

A shutter ran up your body as you looked at the screen, but for some reason you didn’t feel any remorse. You actually felt happy. Happy that he was gone and you were safe. You didn’t have to deal with his abuse anymore.

A knock at the door startled you from your thoughts. You made your way to the door, peeking through the peephole and saw it was a cop.

You opened the door. “Hello, are you Y/n Y/l?” You looked confused, but nodded your head. “Yeah? Can I help you?” The officer cleared his throat. “Uh yes, I need to ask a few questions if you don’t mind.” You stepped aside, letting the man come into your apartment.

He took a seat in your living room, getting a notepad out his pocket. “So I’m here to ask questions about the murder of Alex Jones, which I’m sure you’ve seen?” You nodded your head, grabbing a blanket, and wrapping it around your body.

Something you would do to cover your body from Alex when he wanted to have sex.

“What was your relationship with him?” You took a deep breath. “Alex was my boyfriend of 3 years. He was very abusive towards me, hitting me, and forcing me to do things I didn’t want too.” The cop wrote down what you said. “He would cheat on me with other girls, and control me until the point where I had no friends, nor family to go to.” You wiped your eyes as tears came to your eyes at the memories.

“And did you see him at all yesterday?” You nodded your head. “Yea, we went to this Halloween party a couple houses down from the alleyway. We went there and had a good time, but he got jealous that I was talking to this guy and left. I had to call a cab to take me home.” You lied.

You know that cops are super smart when it comes to the law, but you didn’t want to get in trouble. Most importantly, you didn’t want the clown to get in trouble.

The cop wrote a lot of words down. “Okay, thank you for your time. Is there anything you want to add to this case?” The cop asked.

You thought about it for a second, looking around the room and saw the rose that you got from the clown. It was sitting in a vase, a small note attached to the rose. You squinted your eyes to read the words.

‘As sweet as a rose- Love Art.’

It was quiet for a couple of seconds.

“I was saved by a clown.”

The cop looked confused at your sudden words not hearing what you said. “Huh?” Your eyes grew wide. “N-nothing, that’s all.” The cop eyed you for only a slight second and stood up, pulling a card from his pocket.

“Please call me if you have any more evidence.” You nodded your head and led him out your apartment. When you heard the car door slam and saw the car drive off, you let out a sigh of relief.

Art The Clown saved you and you couldn’t wait to see him again.

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waitimcomingtoo · 5 months

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SLUT!

chapter four: they took the crown but it’s all all right

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In the morning, Peter was the first to wake up. He was wondering why he hadn’t heard the sound of Neds ten different alarms going off until he opened his eyes. He saw the glow in the dark stars on your ceiling and remembered he was in your dorm. He sat up and little and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes just as you were waking up. You sat up and scrunched your nose in disgust.

“We smell like the locker room at a public pool.” You said, making Peter laugh through his yawn.

“Yeah. We probably should’ve showered the chlorine off before going to bed.”

“Yes. We should have. But it was nice to wake up to some company nonetheless.” You smiled sleepily and leaned in to kiss him.

“Sorry. Morning breath.” He said once you pulled away.

“It’s okay. It was worth it.” You laughed before getting out of your bed. Peter watched you move around your room as you collected some things with a sleepy smile on his face. He could not believe he had just woken up in a girls bed after falling asleep beside her. He’d never been this close with a girl so to know you trusted him enough to be around him in your pajamas and messy hair meant a lot to him. He’d finally found someone he connected with and he was so glad it was you.

“I’ll be right back. I’m gonna shower really quick. You stay here.” You said and kissed him one last time before leaving. You came back shortly with wet hair hanging around your face.

“What time is your first class?” Peter asked as he stood up from the bed.

“10. You?”

“I don’t have anything until 1.” He replied.

“Do you want to meet up after class?” You asked and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Always.” Peter scoffed playfully. You grinned and pecked his lips one last time before leaving your dorm room together. You left the building and heading towards Peters dorm so that he could shower before class. As soon as you left your dorm lobby, you saw Brad Davis on his way to an early morning practice. He looked between you and Peter and faked a loud laugh.

“Oh, no way.” Brad laughed obnoxiously. “What do we have here?”

“God damn it.” You groaned. “Why are you everywhere? How small is this stupid campus?”

“Wow, Y/n. Can’t say I’m surprised to see you on a walk of shame.” Brad said and looked you up and down judgmentally.

“It’s not a walk of shame. I’m literally just walking out of my own dorm.” You pointed out.

“Yeah. With this guy. What happened? You ran through all the athletes so you had to start banging the nerds?” Brad asked and gestured to Peter.

“What did you just say to her?” Peter snapped as he stepped between you and Brad. You raised your eyebrows in surprise at the sight of your sweet, innocent Peter raising his voice at someone. Even Brad was intimidated by Peters tone and took a step back.

“What did she tell you? That she’ll sleep with you if you do her homework? That’s her move, you know. That’s what she does with every guy. So don’t go thinking you’re special.” Brad said with less confidence this time.

“Brad, you have no place calling me a slut. You have ten times the amount of bodies I do. And aren’t you the one responsible for giving half the rowing team the clap?” You asked him, making his eyes darken. He stepped up to you and you felt anxiety build up in the pit of your stomach.

“You better watch it, skank. At least I don’t whore myself out to any guy-“

“That’s enough.” Peter cut Brad off as he stepped between the two of you.

“Dude, who do you think you are? Don’t touch me.” Brad laughed in Peters face and tried to push past him to get to you.

“No, you’re not gonna get near her. I don’t like the way you talk to and about my girlfriend. So back up.” Peter said as he gently but firmly pushed Brad back a little. Brad looked furious at first until he processed what Peter had said. He looked at you and realized you and Peter were holding hands, making his face crumble.

“Girlfriend? Is this guy serious? You’re not actually dating, are you?” Brad asked you and sounded genuinely hurt.

“We are. We started off as friends and fell for each other. You’d know a little something about falling for a friend, wouldn’t you? Only in this case, I liked him back.” You replied. Brad narrowed his eyes at you and Peter could tell that really hurt him to hear. Instead of Brad retaliating with more insults, he just shrugged.

“Whatever.” He scoffed and bumped your shoulder as he walked away.

“And you wonder why I didn’t want you.” You called after him.

“SLUT!” Brad loudly shouted in response. People turned their heads to look not at the guy shouting in the morning, but at the girl he was shouting at. You felt hot tears of embarrassment well in your eyes and pulled Peter by the hand until you were in the boys dorm lobby. You sat down and put your face in your hands and rubbed them uo and down. Peter sat beside you and put his hand on your back to comfort you. You wiped your face off the stray tears that had fallen and laughed sadly.

“Do you know how many times I’ve been called that word? I don’t know why it still hurts me. I should be used to it by now.”

“Well, it’s like getting punched in the face. No matter how many times it happens, it’s always gonna hurt.” Peter replied, making you laugh more genuinely this time.

“You sound like you’re speaking from experience. Have you been punched in the face many times?” You asked him with a raised eyebrow.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” Peter answered, making you laugh once again. Peter once again demonstrated his way of easing the pain of the words they threw at you.

“Why does Brad hate you so much?” Peter asked once you were calmed down. You sighed and looked at Peter, knowing it was time he heard the full story.

“Brad and I used to be friends. He was my first friend at college, actually. We had the same schedule freshman year so I saw him everyday. Then we started hanging out on weekends. That’s when you know you’ve crossed over from college friends to actual friends.“

“Really? I can’t imagine you being friends with a guy like that.”

“Believe it or not, he used to be a really good friend.”

“Seriously? Brad was?” Peter scoffed in disbelief.

“I know. I wouldn’t believe it either. But he wasn’t always like the way he is now.”

“Well what happened between you guys to make him act like that?”

“It happened over time. Brad had a huge crush on me freshman year. I didn’t know that until much later. He used to he really nice and funny but once he joined the basketball team, it was game over. He was still friendly to me over text but when his teammates were around, he was someone else.” You began but then stopped. You were picking at your nails again and Peter could tell you were remembering something you didn’t want to remember.

“You don’t have to tell me.” Peter said softly and put his hand over yours.

“I do, though.” You told him. “It’s my story. And if I don’t tell you, someone else will. And it will be all wrong. I need to tell you exactly what happened.”

“So tell me.” Peter said kindly, making you sigh again.

“I went to one of Brad’s games one night because he invited me. It was at some point in the middle of the basketball season and he hadn’t been playing very well lately. I knew it was really stressing him out so I went to cheer for him. I thought it would make him feel better, you know? Anyway, we were talking on a court after the game and his teammates came up to us. They asked if I was his girlfriend and started to tease us, which I pretty much expected. But then one of them asked me if I hadn’t “put out” in a while and that’s why Brad was so distracted during the games.”

“What? Who said that to you?” Peter asked as his nose scrunched in disdain.

“Some senior.” You shrugged. “He’s graduated now. I don’t even remember his name.”

“Yes you do.” Peter could tell.

“Jackson.” You admitted and gave Peter a sheepish smile.

“Always a J name.” Peter grumbled and slapped his hand on the table. You laughed softly but your smile slowly faded as you remembered that day.

“I was 17. That guy was like 22. Everyone laughed. I was mortified.” You said quietly.

“Of course you were. Who wouldn’t be? What kind of weirdo would say that to a 17 year old girl they had just met? And what did Brad say?”

“He said, “yeah, look what you’re doing to my game”, and smacked my ass.” You recalled. Peters eyebrows went up and he looked over his shoulder out the window to see Brad. He was laughing with some guys out in the middle of campus, putting a feeling of rage inside Peter. Brad got to walk around campus and laugh with his friends while you had to walk fast to avoid getting harassed. He felt angry that Brad had put his hands on you. He felt angry that no one stood up for you. He felt angry that you were innocent in the situation but you had been the one that became an outcast because of it.

“What happened after that?” Peter asked as he turned back to you. He could tell from the look in your eyes that you were still in that moment, still in the gym when it all went down.

“After that, he laughed. Then they all laughed. At me. Brad was looking at me and I knew he instantly regretted it, but he didn’t say anything so I didn’t say anything either. But I didn’t even know what to say. I was totally frozen. I wanted to stick up for myself but they were all older and I was alone in the gym with them. I was worried if I fired back, they’d make me pay for it.”

“I’m sorry you ever had to feel that way.” Peter frowned as he eyebrows knit together. He’d been bullied plenty of times himself, but he never had to worry about sexual violence in the way you did.

“Brad was different after that. I forgave him and we didn’t talk about it because I didn’t know any better at the time. But then he started to be like that all the time. He would make fun of me in front of them to get a laugh and then shoot me a text later saying he hoped I didn’t “take offense” to it. He wouldn’t defend me if his friends made a comment about my body or my appearance and eventually, he started doing the same.”

“That seems more like the Brad I know.” Peter mumbled and thought back to his high school days of watching Brad tease the girls on the cheerleading team with jokes that made them deeply uncomfortable.

“Trust me. He’s way worse than whatever you saw in high school. It’s like there’s no rules in college. There’s no principle to report to so people like Brad can get away with way more. He and his friends get to say whatever they want to me and nobody stops them.”

“I’ve seen it. It’s frustrating for me to watch so I can’t even imagine how it feels for you to be the one experiencing it.”

“It feels terrible. And hopeless. And overwhelming. All things he never has to feel.”

“What was he talking that day about when he called you a homie hopper?” Peter wondered.

“Ah, yes. He does love to throw that term around. He’s been throwing that at me for three years now. That’s where I get my reputation.” You smiled tightly. “Towards the end of freshman year, Brad asked me out. I said no, obviously, and he got mad when I rejected him. I guess he thought that despite the way he treated me and what he let our friendship become, I’d still be interested in him? I don’t know. But he got so mad at me because I guess he felt embarrassed. I wounded his manhood or whatever.”

“God forbid.” Peter rolled his eyes.

“I know, right? So to get back at me, he told his friends we hooked up but that I couldn’t get him off. Then his friends naturally started telling people I was bad in bed. And when people asked how they knew that, they’d say they had slept with me too and that it was a horrible experience. Gwen’s boyfriend, the one I told you about, is Harry. He told her that I slept with him, which never even happened, and now she hates me. She told my team and they spread it even more. So suddenly, I was 18 and my whole school thought I had slept my way through the basketball team and left them all dissatisfied. Meanwhile, I’d never even had my first kiss. But once a rumor like that gets around, no one cares about the truth. The truth wasn’t nearly as interesting. And it just gave way to all other kinds of rumors. People said I had all these diseases and stole all these boyfriends. They would whisper about me behind my back and eventually they started saying things to my face. Boys hated me. Girls hated me. No one wanted to be my friend. I couldn’t walk to class without someone yelling “slut” at me. It replaced my name my whole sophmore year. I’ve been a total pariah ever since. It’s not as bad now but my reputation stuck. I’ll always be the campus slut.”

Peter felt his heart sink when he heard the very words Ned had used to describe you the first time Peter talked about you. He knew it was bad, but he didn’t know it was that bad. He reached forward to wipe your tears and you smiled softly at him.

“Why didn’t you tell everyone that those boys were lying?” Peter wondered.

“You don’t think I tried? I tried to clear my name but women aren’t exactly known for being believed in situations like this. Or, any situation, actually. Me being a slut was the far more interesting story. So that’s what everyone chose to believe. I can’t shake this reputation until I graduate. They’ll always call me a slut.” You shrugged at your accepted fate.

“I’d never call you that.” Peter assured you as he put his hands on top of yours. You smiled and put your hand on top of Peters

“I know you wouldn’t.” You nodded. “Being with you makes me feel brand new. You’re the first guy who’s ever liked me for me, not because of what you think you can get from me. You make it all easier to bear. All the names they call me fade to nothing when I look at you.”

Peter put his hand on your cheek and brought your face closer to his so he could look into your eyes.

“None of them deserve you. They never did.” He said very seriously.

“They don’t.” You agreed. “But I think you do.”

Your conversation was interrupted by the laughter of some boys nearby. You looked over and saw a mixture of some of Brads friends and other boys who you had never actually spoken to but still liked to throw insults at you whenever they got the chance. They were looking at you and Peter and laughed amongst themselves. Instead of getting upset, you turned to Peter and leaned in to kiss him to show them that you didn’t care anymore. Peter pulled back slightly before your lips could touch and you felt your heart sink.

“You don’t want to be seen with me?” You asked quietly.

“It’s not that. It’s not that at all.” Peter quickly assured you. “I just don’t want to make things any worse for you by being seen with me. If those boys see us, won’t they call you a slut?”

Your eyes flicked back to the guys, who were all still staring with amused faces. Being seen with a boy would definitely fuel their war towards you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care anymore.

“They might.” You agreed. “But you know what? It might be worth it for once.”

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newlynova · 4 months

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MDNI. every night you wake up in a cold sweat— arms and legs too heavy to move, tongue weighed down by blocks of cement. you can barely breathe on your own, stale air trapped in your lungs as the glowing eyes in the shadow of your bedroom watch you squirm. pinned under by the weight of darkness, it seems that the demon in the corner of your room wants to give you more of a reason to squirm. cw void!stiles stilinski, sleep paralysis, somnophilia, dubcon. 1k.

"you're finally awake, hm?" a low voice breathed into your ear, the ghost of a fingertip brushing along the thin strap of your tank top. their touch was cold, sending an uncontrollable shiver down your spine as their fingers danced along the length of your chest.

"but not truly, are you? if you were… you'd be recoiling from me in disgust, you'd be screaming," they gave a sharp tug on your spaghetti strap, pulling on the elastic band far enough that when released, it made a harsh smack against your skin, the pain from the snap would have made you wince, would have at least prompted a scared whimper from your lips. but, you could barely make a sound— your limbs betraying you, laying uselessly by your side.

the edge of the bed dipped under the weight of the demon, the shadow of the night concealing his features with a dark mask. "i can see why the boy is so fond of you," the figure murmured to himself, their voice barely above a whisper. their fingers danced up the curve of your shoulder, ghosting over your neck before settling beneath your jaw, shifting your head in their direction.

"you're a lot stronger than you seem… a lot more stubborn than i realized," the figure leaned over you, their face just mere inches from your own. "but, you're not strong enough to evade me. you're in my domain now, and i will not allow you to break free from me so easily."

underneath the pale white glow of the moon, you could finally see who the intruder was— your best friend, your childhood crush: stiles stilinski. but, it wasn't really stiles, was it? no. no, it wasn't.

his skin was too pale, and the warmth in his chocolate brown eyes had transformed into something more… predatory. the hold stiles maintained on your throat tightened, his chapped lips curling up into a wicked smile. it was as if the boy you knew had checked out, and something else, something darker had checked in instead.

"you're a beautiful girl, did you know that? with such a pretty face, i can understand why the boy has allowed you to consume his every waking thought," stiles gave your neck a gentle squeeze, your pulse growing faster beneath his grip. you could barely breathe, the cool slivers of air you were allowed in barely filling your lungs. "i think i'll keep you here… make you mine and toy with you whenever i need. how does that sound, hmm? for me to keep you around like a pet?"

stiles leaned closer, the tip of his nose mere centimeters away from yours. you could feel the coolness of his breath fanning over your lips, his hand twitching against your throat. you wanted to scream, to push him, to hit, to do something. but, your body was powerless and the weight of his control over you was suffocating.

his other hand lingered over your hip, thumb brushing along the curve of your hip bone before shifting over to the warmth between your legs. your stomach grew sour as he peeled your thighs apart, your limbs stiff as he opened your body up to him. the smile on his lips grew larger, the white pearls of his teeth exposed as a cheshire grin painted itself across his face.

"look at you," he whistled as he straightened back up, his eyes now locked on the sight of your vulnerability. a damp patch had formed at the front of your panties, the thin fabric clinging to the outline of your folds. "look at how your body betrays you, darling. i'm not even touching you yet… but, here you are… already wet and aching for me like the good little pet you're meant to be."

the hair along your arms and legs stood on end as stiles licked at his lips, a glint of hunger swirling in his eyes. you wanted to throw up, the feeling of his gaze on your body making you grow nauseous. "i can feel your mind fighting your body, darling," stiles's tone darkened, his voice dropping an octave as he shifted into a comfortable position between your legs. "you're trying to convince yourself that you don't want this… that your body doesn't want to be bent, and stretched, and spread by my hands,"

"but, guess what?" stiles tugged the silver zipper of his jeans down, the rustling of fabric making your mouth grow dry. "it's better if you don't fight it. you're mine now, after all, it'll be better in the long run if you give in now, darling."

the weight of stiles's cock slapping against your cunt almost made you jolt in surprise, the heaviness of his erection prompting your cunt to flutter around emptiness. your clit twitched beneath the weight, his hips grinding against you at a languid pace. you wanted to push him away, wanted to hate the feeling of his dominance consuming you. but, even under the spell of sleep paralysis, you couldn't quite push him away. at least, mentally.

"that's my good girl," stiles praised with a wolfish grin, his large hands cupping the back of your knees, forcing your legs up towards your chest. he had folded you into a position of his desire, pushing your panties to the side with one hand while the other squished your thighs together to keep you in place.

the head of his flushed cock glided through your messy pussy lips, collecting and smearing your arousal around before dipping slowly into your entrance. your brain couldn't fight against him anymore, the burning stretch of his cock diving deep into you almost coaxing a moan through your dry lips.

"open yourself up to me, pet," stiles grunted as his hips slowly began to rock into you, the hooked curve of his cock catching against the sensitive gooey spot along your walls with each thrust. your cunt clenched around his cock, strangling his length and drawing him in deeper and deeper. "and, let me make you mine."

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iluvzaddies · 10 months

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run rabbit run (4)

pairing: yandere!childe x reader

warnings: unhealthy behavior/relationship, violence, nsfw

inspired by: episode 8 of the hbo series “the last of us”

summary: you are out of food as well as medical supplies, so in order to save your father, you take matters into your own hands. you unexpectedly run into a young master in the forest, who is after the same rabbit as you. since he is persistent on getting the rabbit, you make a bargain with him. he develops a liking to you and decides you are his new personal little rabbit.

note: hey, loves! sorry for the long hiatus. i lost motivation to write, but i’m back now! here’s chapter 4 of run rabbit run. it’s a little rushed tho and my writing hasn’t really improved :(

“then, give yourself to me.”

your breath hitched, feeling both disgusted by childe’s wet kisses on your neck and embarrassed because you were not the only people in the room.

the sound of a gun’s safety turned off and childe immediately pulled away from your neck.

your father was on his feet, his left hand clutching on his stomach and his right shakily holding a pistol, which he somehow managed to grab ahold of while childe was getting too close for comfort. “leave my daughter alone, you son of a bitch.”

you couldn’t stand to see your father in that state, but neither could he stand to see his own daughter being harassed by the man he was working for– well, the man he used to work for.

“did you just curse my mother?” childe scoffed, not an ounce of playfulness in his tone. “oh, you’re really asking for it, aren’t you?”

your father pulled the trigger.

childe summoned his weapons again and skillfully cut the bullet in half.

you gaped at the scene.

your father tried to pull the trigger once again, but this time, his gun was cut in half.

he stumbled back, hitting the shelves, furniture falling onto the ground, smashing into bits and pieces. at the impact, more blood seeped out of his wound and he began coughing out blood.

childe strode towards him with malicious intent. he placed the tip of his weapon under his chin, bringing his head up to look at him in the eyes.

“you’re a pathetic fool.” he taunted. “going against a harbinger like myself? not a smart move. since you are no value to me and you refuse to hand me your daughter, i’ll have to dispose of you now.”

your father heaved out. “before you kill me, i’d like to say a few words to my daughter. tell your men to unhand her. i want this to be between us only.”

childe sighed and rolled his eyes. “fine, hurry up. no funny business.”

the second the pyro agents’ grip on you loosened, you wasted no time running towards your father.

“f–father…” you sniffled.

“my sweet, smart, talented girl. i will always love you. never forget that. you’re the greatest gift one could ever receive and i am proud to call you my daughter.” he caressed your cheek and you leaned your cheek against his warm palm, which would soon turn cold.

you shivered at the though of it.

he said he was proud of you. how could he be proud of someone as weak as you? someone as useless as you?

“i’m sorry. i–if only i was strong enough, i could–“

“stop it. there’s really no way out of this situation, (y/n). don’t blame yourself.”

“that is enough chit-chat, mr (l/n).” childe interjected.

he snapped his fingers and you were back into the arms of the pyro agents.

“no, i beg of you to let him live! i told you i would go with you willingly!” you begged.

“i’ve already made up my mind. and he’s already dying anyway. don’t worry, my rabbit. i’ll give him a quick and easy death.” childe’s gaze shifted to the pyro agents. “take her outside…” he dismissed with a wave. “…unless you want to watch?”

“no.” you whimpered, violently shaking your head.

and so, you were brought outside and you were faced with a carriage.

it wasn’t like one of those plain, wooden carriages. the carriage was black and had intricate golden patterns, drawn by four beautiful gray horses.

the pyro agents’ shoved you in the carriage and shut the door.

“shit! fuck! fuck!” you ruffled your hair in frustration, lowering your head, letting your tears fall onto the red velvet carpet.

you had to do something.

‘if i can’t save father, i should save myself.’

think.

a light bulb went on in your head.

you decided that you were going to hijack the carriage, while childe was still in the cabin and the pyro agents’ were standing around, waiting for their master’s next order. it was a better idea than trying to outrun them in the cold weather.

you slowly opened the door, the other door. luckily, carriages had two doors.

you snuck towards the driver, quiet as a mouse, and then made your move. you climbed up the seat, pushed the driver out and flicked the horses’ reins.

you made it.

you escaped.

…for now.

(part 5 coming soon)

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neocentral · 6 months

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I like the RIIZE ones, but can we get a Jisung x mute!reader drabble? Like, reader is totally mute and only uses sign, but he ties up her hands and renders her absolutely and utterly incapable of telling him no… mm 🤭

rating: 18+. mdni.

content: noncon, jisung x mute!reader

jisung didn't know what you were saying anyway. not bothered to even try to decipher the movements of your hands every time you tried to stop him. your hands moving quicker than he had ever seen, desperately calling for his attention as he threw you onto some rotting loveseat chair. you stumbled on your feet, looking up at him with fear-stricken eyes, and jisung cursed under his breath.

the couch creaked beneath you, an unsteady leg on the verge of snapping, the fabric torn, yellow stuffing tinted with green patches. it reeked, the smell wafting into his nose, but jisung didn't care. haechan had warned him of how absolutely foul it had become. jisung wondered how many other girls had met your fate. but he knew none were as special as you. the perfect victim. helpless in the best way. jisung thought of what haechan had said, can she even be considered a victim if she can't say no?

the room was dark, further obscuring the pleas spoken by your fingers as jisung easily fought you, wrapping thin rope around your wrists that twisted to get out of his grasp. a shiver ran up his spine when your mouth hovered over the side of his neck. he quickly pulled away at the sensation of teeth attempting to grab a chunk of his flesh. he blinked in shock, fixing you a look full of venom and warnings.

the determination in your eyes turned to frustration and despair as they began to leak slow and heavy droplets. you began to roll your shoulders, and he felt them tense as you attempted to pull against tight ropes. he watched the way your throat moved with every heave, the frequency increasing the more his digits explored your skin.

your feet swung, ankles twisting, knees propelling your legs towards his body that fit snug between your thighs, fingers breaking through the barrier of your underwear. jisung hissed, thumb grazing your slit, applying light pressure to your mound as he pushed the elastic of his sweatpants down to his knees.

when he sank into you, your mouth widened, your entire body stiffened and your back formed an arch. jisung shuddered at the warmth around his hard cock, a grunt bubbling from his throat. the tip of your tongue was a pretty pink, the color shifting and becoming darker the further up his eyes traveled, finding the back of your throat. jisung began to move, lithe hips snapping against yours quickly, pulling out slowly, and repeating the process to feel your walls sucking on his throbbing cock.

the sounds that filled the silence of the air were disgusting, wet and slippery, loud and utterly lewd. jisung's moans made you grimace as he could no longer hold them back. but you stayed put, losing hope as he mercilessly pushed in and out of you, hands groping you, teeth nibbling on your supple skin, fingers playing with your plump lips that could do nothing to help you.

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inoreuct · 7 months

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*drums my fingers on the table* so… weretiger zoro angst, anyone? (happy ending tho bcs. always happy endings) [cw: slight gore]

Zoro is on the hunt. There is something in the back of his brain snarling protect them, protect them, chase it down—

“—arimo!”

He’s so hungry. Hell, he doesn’t even need to chase— His prey is right there in front of him, fresh blood racing through its veins as its tiny heart works overtime. He can taste its fear at the back of his throat, and he bares his fangs in a grin; the poor thing screams, a sharp, high keen of terror as it scrambles backwards, and Zoro pounces.

“—arimo!”

He is kind enough to give it a quick death. Its throat rips out easily, trachea crushing between his jaws as he slits its torso open with his blades. Blood sprays across his body. Why hadn’t he shifted? He spits out a mouthful of bone and cartilage, pierces his fangs through a forearm and yanks, feels something pop and hears a wet tear. This would be so much easier with his claws—

“Zoro!”

Oh. His human is calling for him.

Sanji looks scared. Why, though? He drops the arm in his mouth, lets it hit the deck with a wet splat as he croons a soothing apology at not replying sooner. Gore is sticky beneath his boots as he stalks forward and he holds in a growl of irritation, nimbly avoiding the guts strewn across the wooden planks.

Rumbling his reassurance does nothing. Sanji still looks vaguely afraid, and so Zoro tries again; safe, he purrs, and the tip of his tail does not swish through the blood puddled on the ground like it’s supposed to. He cannot feel it at all.

The cook doesn’t budge. Zoro can smell his apprehension, his nerves, the slight sour tang of fear that makes him want to go hunt down whatever’s causing it and make it hurt. He smells it on the rest of his crew, too, and he doesn’t get it. The threat is gone, no? He senses no danger. Scanning their surroundings on the enemy boat yields no answers; all the men around them are still very, very dead. Zoro had made sure of that, so what was the problem? They should be back on the Sunny right now, sitting in the galley debriefing and having dinner—

Something clicks into place in the recesses of his mind, and dread starts to prickle through his body.

He had been so… He’d almost eaten—

Oh, no.

Zoro tries to shift the shape of his soul and fails. He does not feel his body changing. His shadow is, has been, in the shape of a man’s, and the blood on his skin suddenly feels disgusting.

In the span of a moment he becomes hyper-aware of it all, pouring down his front, dripping off his chin, salty-sweet-metallic on his tongue. He turns to the side and spits multiple times, tries to get the cloying taste out of his throat as he raises a hand before realising that it, too, is coated in red. Zoro almost retches as he swallows instinctively, nausea slamming into him in a wave so strong that his stomach churns. He tastes bile. He’s thankful for it— It’s better than blood.

Anything is better than blood.

“Zoro?”

His head snaps around so fast that something cricks in his neck. His eyes are saucer-wide. Sanji takes a step forward and he is rooted to the spot, frozen statue-still; he is sure his heart stops beating for a second. Fitting. He knows he should step back— Knows now that he had been the threat, and yet he cannot move.

“Let’s just… go back to the ship, how about that?” Sanji says tentatively, wincing as he kicks aside something that looks like a liver to put his foot down again, and he’s so close. Too close. “Let me—”

“No,” Zoro rasps, and God, fuck, he sounds like a fucking death rattle and he wants to claw his own voice box out of his fool mouth. The cook’s expression is a twist between desperation and something else, something that makes Zoro want to gag and cry and scream. Sanji should never look like that and it’s because of him. “No,” he tries again, quieter. He looks away. He doesn’t think he can stand looking into those blue, blue eyes. “It’s my mess, I’ll clean up.” Sanji makes a noise like he’s about to protest, and Zoro pierces through his own heart as he turns his back. “Alone.”

A beat of silence, and then Sanji is walking away. His crew is walking away. Zoro stands, surrounded by bodies he’d ripped apart, and thinks that perhaps this is how everybody that has ever been under his claws had felt.

And that’s that.

The following days are hell. He breathes in and everything he smells is wrong; anxiety, worry, an undercurrent of tentativeness that makes him throw himself into his training with renewed fervour. He is torn between the urge to bare his throat, show his belly and prove to his crew that they will never come to any harm from him, and the pride that insists he will not go against his nature to make himself more palatable for anybody else.

He is all fang and claw and wickedly sharp teeth. He is a predator by nature, given humanity and a mortal form. This is the shape of his soul.

But they are his family. His nakama. And sitting here on the floor of the crow’s nest after running every kata he knows countless times, Zoro feels painfully, inexplicably sad. It is unfamiliar; he doesn't really do regrets, but it reminds him that at least some part of him is still human.

He lost control. He doesn’t do that, either. He never does that. But he did, and now none of his nakama can look him in the eye.

Somebody climbs up the ladder, and his nostrils flare.

“Zoro?” Chopper asks, peeking his head up, and the swordsman immediately tries to look like he’d been busy, which… is ridiculous. He is sitting on the floor and moping. The sigh that whooshes from his lungs is defeated.

“Hm?” he prompts, when the tiny reindeer doesn’t say anything else.

Chopper climbs up fully, rubbing his hooves together. “I’ve checked everybody over except you.”

Zoro can see the way he takes a fortifying breath and walks closer with a purpose. He stretches out his legs and allows Chopper to do as he wishes.

“…We’re all worried about you,” the reindeer says after a while, staring intently into Zoro’s eye and testing his pupillary reflex.

The swordsman gives a non-committal hum. “Scared of me, you mean.”

“No!”

Zoro jumps when a hoof whacks him across the forehead. “Wh—?!”

“We’re scared for you!” Chopper scolds, sounding dangerously close to tears. His distress turns Zoro’s stomach. “Do you know how scary it was to see you like that?! And then! You haven’t eaten in three days, and you probably haven’t slept, either, have you? Sanji’s been trying not to push because he knows you’re upset, but he’s been pacing a hole into the galley floor and chain-smoking like—”

“Wait,” Zoro interrupts. Replays that chunk of speech in his head. “You just said it was scary to see me like that.”

“Because we didn’t know what happened to you!” Chopper cries, huffing shakily. “And the look on your face when you realised—”

Zoro’s back bumps into the bench as Chopper grabs him in a hug, arms around his neck. His breath catches in his chest.

“Don’t do that again,” Chopper says firmly, shoving Zoro’s shoulder for good measure as he pulls back. “You seem okay, at least physically. Any pain?”

“No.”

“Any trouble shifting?”

“Haven’t tried.”

The doctor makes a noise, a cross between displeasure and something softer. “Well, try soon. Can Sanji come and see you?”

“…Yeah.”

“Okay.” Chopper stands, giving Zoro one last look. “For the sake of our cook’s lung capacity, come down to dinner.”

Zoro sucks down a breath and holds it until it burns. He smells worry-care-care-anxiety-care and pats a hand over Chopper’s hat. “Alright.”

He sits back against the bench as their tiny doctor leaves, and within a minute someone is climbing up again. Sanji stands, silhouetted by the late-afternoon light. Zoro’s chest aches.

“Marimo,” the cook says evenly, and Zoro resists the urge to scent the air.

“Swirly-brow,” he returns, neutral. Testing the waters. “Heard you missed me.”

Sanji is silent, and Zoro’s heart gives a sickening squeeze. Has he overstepped already? He opens his mouth to say something, anything, and nearly jumps when he ends up with a lapful of gangly limbs, his spine pressed hard into sanded wood.

There are hands on his face, in his hair, lightly callused and holding him in place as Sanji kisses him like he’s got a point to prove. Zoro freezes up at first, because even in his human form his teeth are sharp and he doesn’t know what he will do if he draws Sanji’s blood. Maybe run away to live out the rest of his life in well-deserved exile.

But then he smells salt, and something wet smears against his cheek, and Sanji’s lashes are clumped with tears as he pulls back and there is a slender finger jabbing hard into his sternum.

“Don’t you ever,” Sanji hisses, poking him again for emphasis, “do that shit to me again, you fucking bastard.”

He smells like bitter fatigue, acrid worry sharpened with anger and underneath all of it— love, lemon-bright and so goddamn sweet that it coats Zoro’s tongue like honey, wipes every memory of red iron and rust from his mind. “I’m sorry,” he breathes, eyes roving over Sanji’s face; the curled ends of his brows, the long lashes, the high cheekbones and strong nose and a sharp cupid’s bow, so familiar he could trace it in his sleep. “I thought you— wouldn’t want to see me.”

“Fucking bullshit,” Sanji spits, his face crumpling, and he goes easily when Zoro coaxes him to his chest. “Do you know how long I spent worrying about whether or not you were okay?”

“I know,” Zoro soothes, and his heart is beating so fast that his ribs hurt. “I’m alright.”

“Well, I’m not,” Sanji announces, digging his knee up into Zoro’s side with a vengeance until he gets a wheeze. “You owe me three packs of cigs. You owe the whole crew an apology. Luffy’s damn near lost his appetite; even Nami won’t so much as insult me when I try and get a rise out of her.”

Sanji’s glaring at him with the force of the sun, fierce and beautiful and golden-bright, but the dark circles beneath his eyes make guilt drag razor-thin talons across Zoro’s stomach. “You shouldn’t smoke so much,” he says softly, brows furrowing as he cards Sanji’s bangs out of his face and cups his cheek.

“You shouldn’t go berserk and then isolate yourself without considering the fact that your crew would be worried sick about you,” the cook fires back without missing a beat. He leans into Zoro’s touch anyway, and Zoro smooths a thumb into the hollow between his bridge and brow.

“Weren’t you scared?”

“More— unsettled, maybe. Marimo,” Sanji’s throat bobs, eyes flickering over Zoro’s face. “Your eyes were slits. Like you were expecting to get attacked. We didn’t know how to talk to you without you panicking and running away.”

“I do not run—” he begins, scowling, and then shuts his mouth. What has he been doing these past three days, if not running away? “I think…” He digs deep into the memory, lays everything out in his head and ah.

That man had crept up in Sanji’s blind spot, a wickedly long knife in his hand, and Zoro hadn’t thought. Hadn’t planned, just jumped. “He was gonna get to you,” he mutters, forcing himself to hold Sanji’s gaze even as the cook frowns. “I’m sorry, cook. I lost control. It won’t happen again.”

The words are clunky and unfamiliar in his mouth. He’d almost eaten a man in his human form. That had to have looked all kinds of fucked up; he really didn’t blame his crew if they—

“Oi,” Sanji scoffs, flicking him in the forehead. “Are you always so distracted even with pretty people in your lap?”

Zoro huffs through his nose. “Oh, I’m sorry, princess. Just contemplating how I nearly ate someone.”

The cook’s mouth twitches. “There are a great many jokes I can make about that, but I’ll save them for later. You’re a tiger, marimo. You were just protecting us. We really can’t hold it against you.”

“…You’re not scared of me,” he murmurs one last time, because he has to be sure.

“I’m not,” Sanji confirms easily, rubbing his thumb over the shell of Zoro’s ear, dragging through his earrings and making them tinkle like wind chimes. “Come down and the rest of them won’t be, either.”

Something in him gives. Shifts, releases, crumbles in his chest like a little collapsible galaxy as he pulls the cook down for another kiss. He feels Sanji’s tongue trace over the points of his teeth, utterly fearless— It steals the breath right from his lungs, this blatant, unwavering trust that he’s been allowed to hold cupped in his battle-rough palms. He gathers flaxen hair into his hand so that he can look the cook in both eyes, blue as the sky at high noon and crystal clear. Sanji leans into his chest with a ragged exhale and Zoro slides one palm up to the nape of his neck, one over his ribs, if only to feel him breathe, and the words slip out. “I love you.”

He doesn’t know why it feels like he’s never said them before. They must have crossed his tongue hundreds of times by now, his mind a hundredfold more. He loves Sanji, he knows; it aches under his ribs, next to his heart, woven into his soul. He loves his crew, he knows; he gives them leeway he would allow nobody else, and refuses to accept that he needs their affection as much as they want his.

But it feels new. Every single time, it feels brand-new. Like a freshly-minted coin that never tarnishes, pure, solid gold— So he lets himself be greedy and leaves his fingerprints all over it, goes to sleep with it tucked in his fist like a child holding on to a dream. “I love you,” he whispers into Sanji’s hair, and he feels the cook shift in his arms, feels the same words shaped against his throat, teeth to bone, fingers around his heart.

He purrs the words subsonic, over and over even when his crew cannot hear. He will put them out into the world until his nakama know and he will think them a thousand times more.

But for now, they have an hour left till dinner. Sanji is breathing slowly, his arms tucked against Zoro’s chest. The lines of worry between his brows are smoothed out.

Zoro thinks he’ll take a nap.

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gosh ok bestie I wonder when ur gonna hate me for always being here but I can’t help it.

imagine dom billy wakes up horny, and fucks you from behind as he’s spooning you-drilling his cock in and out chasing high. It’s so rough and you love it- you can’t help but moan so loudly to which billy grabs onto you and tells you to shut up because they’re not alone in the house. He’s just using you at this point for his relief. At one point you start crying because it feels so good and he’s all in your ear like -‘fuck. you’re crying?’ And somehow manages to go even faster moaning in your ear. Inspired by this below ☺️

I’m a lil embarrassed I didn’t even realize I had written that until like just now 👀 I was like ugh I love that who wrote that let’s credit them and then I reread it a couple times and I was like oh shit that was me 🙄

Anyways I love you! Here’s this :)

It’s the smell of your hair and skin that triggers it. His nose is shoved into the mess of as he spoons you from behind. Billy woke up maybe ten minutes ago, but he wasn’t really awake. He was drifting in and out, nuzzling against the crook of your neck when he inhales deeply. The sleepy scent of you is one of his favorites, right up there with the salty air at the beach. Usually, it’s a comforting smell as it tries to lure him back to sleep. But this morning, it makes his dick twitch and he actually feels a little feral, going in for another breath of it.

He gropes your hip while he rolls his against your ass. The sensation stirs you, a sweet hum coming from your throat as you turn to look up at him.

“Morning,” you purr, voice a tad scratchy with sleep and Billy thinks you sound so sexy.

“Mhm,” he kisses your jaw and grinds against you again, “Need you.”

His words go straight to your cunt, thighs tingling as you grow wet. It’s what’s so lovely about him; the way he makes you feel so desired. Never in your life have you felt so god damn good about yourself. Not until you met Billy.

“Take me, then,” you plead softly.

You ain’t gotta tell him twice. He moves his hand between your bodies, pushing his briefs to his ankles and kicking them off. Next, his hands pull your flimsy tank top over your breasts and he gives them a squeeze for good measure. Can’t help himself, really. Finds himself grabbing you whenever he gets the urge. He loves the way you act embarrassed about it in public but your body always melts into it, enjoying it just as much as he does. Billy makes quick work of your panties and then grabs your thigh, angling your leg up so you’re open for him.

He smoothes his hand over your ass before rubbing his fingers against your leaking hole. A devious chuckle bordering on a moan leaves his lips as he soaks his fingers in your slick.

“Such an eager slut for me,” he purrs.

Before you can reply, he’s shoving his cock inside your pussy. A low groan escapes him and you let out a little squeal. Billy pounds into you relentlessly, rough and quick thrusts that force your eyes wide before they’re rolling back in your head. It’s an otherworldly bliss. You swear his cock was made just specifically for you; it reaches exactly how deep you need and the slight curve of it angles his tip perfectly against your g-spot. In fact, Billy’s the only person who’s ever made you climax from penetration alone. You seriously didn’t even know it was possible.

His fingernails dig into the skin of your hip as he jackrabbits into you. Your body jerks back and forth with his movements and the bed springs squeak rhythmically. He’s so rough, his face scrunches up in pleasure as he grunts with it. Billy’s pretty damn pornographic and it only makes your cunt that much more soaked, you can hear the squelch of it but it’s more arousing than disgusting. Just evidence of how carnally you want him. Billy’s hips snap against you even harder and you can’t help the loud moan erupting from you.

He grabs hold of your face and looks down at you, “Shut the fuck up. You wanna wake everyone up with that little whore mouth of yours?”

You almost want to say yes, it feels so fucking good you don’t care who hears and a part of you wants everyone to know what he can do to you. But, more than anything to want to please this man, want to be the best good girl for him so you bite your lip and try to keep it down. It’s a struggle though, the drag of his thick length against your clenching walls is excruciatingly delicious. Billy fucks you dumb, drool pooling at the corner of your lips as you meet his gaze with big, shiny eyes.

The position is a little strenuous, you’re almost on your stomach but your neck is craned up to look at him. But you don’t dare complain, can’t fathom him stopping for even a second to throw into whatever position he wants. The sound of skin slapping together is loud, he’s really fucking into you at breakneck speed. Billy’s essentially using you for his release at this point, pushing you hard into the mattress but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re more than happy to be his little fuck toy, a vessel for his pleasure. It’s so demanding yet satisfying that tears begin leaking from your eyes.

“Fuck,” he groans lowly, still holding onto your jaw, “you’re crying.”

It excites him, spurs him even further and he lowers his face down to yours. His thrusts accelerate, force even harder as he drills into your aching cunt. You can’t hold it in any longer, you let out a sob while he moans into your ear.

“Billy! Billy, Billy!” you cry out, whining and moaning. You’re clenching around his cock, it’s too much but too amazing to stop. You need this like you need air.

“Such a good girl,” he praises, moving his hand to grab at your tits. “Feels so good your crying, huh baby?”

“So fucking good,” you whine out, “Billy… gonna cum.”

He groans lowly, “Cum for me, baby. Be a good girl. Give me what I want.”

You spasm around his cock, urged by his words, by the permission. It rips another sob from you, then a slew of loud moans, surely waking your roommates.

“Fuck, fuck,” he whimpers, pushing you fully into your stomach while he thrusts in and out you faster, the slick from your orgasm making it easier. He cums inside you with a guttural moan, collapsing his weight on to your back while he pants in your ear. You can’t imagine a better way to wake up.

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instant-delusions · 8 months

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gojo satoru x f! reader

au: canon

cw: smut (public sex), cursing

nsfw under the cut

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you watched as your melon soda flavored popsicle dripped down your fingers and sighed - summer was definitely not your favorite season. currently, you were laying still to sunbathe (get a perfect tan to rock your new colorful clothes!) and absent-mindedly babysat your hyperactive boyfriend, aka gojo satoru. "look at this abomination, (y/n)!", peeking at your boyfriend from underneath your huge hat, you saw him standing in the water with a big grin. satoru was wearing black swimming trunks and a hawaiian shirt which was unbuttoned, meaning the sunlight hit his muscular body and snow-white hair just right, plus his eyes twinkled like expensive sapphires. in awe from your lover's beauty, you almost failed to notice the big, slimy, disgusting sea cucumber in his hands. "oh my god satoru, ew!" completely annoyed, realizing it's just another one of his antics, you laid down again, plopping your headphones in to drown out all his noise-making.

it's not like you didn't enjoy his absolutely hilarious schemes, but it's been a super busy week full of curse-hunting and you wanted to enjoy a vacation in the tropical climate of okinawa. dropping your ruined popsicle into a handkerchief, you turned your body around to tan your backside, sighing at the comfort of a new position. although you had your music at full volume, you could hear satoru's muffled voice coming closer to you. sliding down your sunglasses, you glared at him and pointed to your ears, signaling you couldn't hear him and laid down again. just a few seconds passed until one of your buds was ripped out by him, causing your string of patience to snap brutally. "satoru, I swear to fucking god!-" standing up with an intimidating pointed finger and a hand on your hip, he knew he was getting the lecture of a lifetime. "wow, satoru. wow. I'm asking for ONE quiet, relaxing day. what is this behavior?" with a strict tone and wild hand gestures, your vent goes on - almost as if you were disappointed in the actions of a pet, instead of your boyfriend. with every passing sentence, said man's pout grew bigger - he stepped closer to you to caress your waist in an apologetic way. "I'm sorry, baby." satoru pressed a sweet kiss to the crown of your hair, "let's take a nap, yeah?". you definently liked the sound of that and nodded, burying your head in his chest.

cuddled up under the parasol, nose filled with the smell of satoru's sauvage and seasalt, his wet body pressed against yours, you surprisingly found it hard to relax. with your legs and arms wrapped around him, you wondered if he's really napping or teasingly waiting for you to make a move. unbeknownst to you, satoru had the image of your ass on full display behind his closed lids, thanking the sun, the first humans and whatever else discovered tanning enthusiastically. he felt you big-spooning him, crotch pressed against his lower back, of course your arms around his waist, breath fanning his neck. if this is a competition to see who's giving in first, he won't regret losing.

"babe." satoru turned around, a smirk gracing his face. his gaze dropped from your eyes to your lips, lifting his hand to trace them with his fingers. "yeah?" you whispered, leaning closer to his lips, eyes closed in a dreamy state. he tutted, pitying you for believing he'd give you what you want without firing up his ego first. wrapping his arm around your waist, he pulled you onto his lap. "you want to fuck here?", the sorcerer grinded his half erect dick into your thin bikini bottoms, making your face turn red. thinking for a few seconds you whispered back; "it's not tourist season yet, so whatever." , he nodded with a grin, watching you drop your hands to his damp trunks. "not even gonna make out first? am I just a slut to you?" you sighed, rolling your eyes at him - watching as he puckered his lips in a kissing motion. sometimes, you're confused as to why he gets you wet at all. grabbing his face, you pressed your lips against his heartedly, moving against him with eagerness. it was almost as if you could feel his childish facade drop as he rubbed and grabbed at your thighs, sucking on your lower lip. satoru tickled the first moan out of you and giggled, putting one of his fingers behind the knot that held up your bikini top. slowly, he pulled to string, kissing all of your beautiful skin now revealed to him. oftentimes, he gets the feeling you don't understand how engrossed he is with you, almost obsessively so - satoru admits, he might be overprotective and possessive, he feels it especially in situations like this, having his hands and mouth full of you. obviously he covers this with jokes and a sort of playboyish persona, rarely showing his anger or jealousy, but once his mind gets hazy...

spit was dripping down your nipples, boobs decorated with red and purple hickeys. satoru continued with undoing your bikini bottoms, throwing them into his open bag - "for when I'm on missions without you" he smirked. getting frustrated feeling his clothed dick against your weeping pussy, you pushed his trunks down his thighs, almost drooling at his fat cock slapping against his abs. it was rock hard and huge, pre dripping down the veiny length. excited, you wrapped your hands around it, feeling its warmth and his pulse, spitting into your other hand you jerked him off slowly. "(y/n), stop that. wanna fuck you." the sorcerer snarled impatiently. satoru positioned you by guiding your hips, each of your legs caging him in. "oh? I'm on top." you teased, making him grin, though there was a sort of wickedness in his expression. "don't get cocky." with his enormous strength, he pulled you down, fitting his whole length in instantly. hearing you scream like this was music to his ears, feeling your pussy tighten around him in shock. it felt like his dick was everywhere, warmth engulfed you as you felt him growing inside of you, filling you over the brim. your hands were grabbing at nothing as your thighs started shaking, he didn't even start moving yet.

deeming the wait long enough, satoru started grinding into your heavenly pussy, feeling the sand move with him. "stay quiet now, don't wanna traumatize the elderly." at this point, you were so overwhelmed by the feeling of his dick moving, you didn't hear his remark at all, plus he knew you couldn't stay quiet. watching spit and tears running down your face, he set his goal to completely ruin you this time. grabbing your sides so tightly they'll definitely bruise, he started pistoning his cock into you, bullying through your creamy walls, watching as your juices drip from his balls to the towel on the ground. grunting, he watched as your eyes criss-crossed and started lifting you up by your ass, hitting deeper spots. "y-you on the pill, right, babe?", seeing you nod weakly, he went completely feral, driven by the thought of filling you up with his cum. with his constant, fast and hard thrusts, you came without even feeling it build up, scratching his back open with a loud shout. "fuck baby, cumming on my cock like a good girl. watch." he grabbed the back of your head, making you watch as your pussy fluttered and squirted around his huge dick. satoru wrapped his arms tighter around you as he felt your body going limp, slowing his thrusts down to heavy grinding. with a long, breathy groan, your boyfriend came in a constant flow, filling you up with his warm, sticky sperm- his cock so big it didn't let anything slip out. a thought crossed his mind as he watched you whimper, feeling the heaviness of his dick softening inside- "mine"

coming to your senses, you cupped satoru's cheek, surprised to see such a serious look on his face - though it almost vanished instantly, replaced with his signature goofy smirk. "damn, I fucked you good." slapping him playfully, you rolled your eyes and chuckled - wiggling your hips.

"round two in the hotel?"

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