#just due to the sheer length

[yellowtrinity]

I'm pretty sure it was said in a interview that the way Mr mew got to tsugumi was cause coco gave it to her when a new day was happening and they wrote out a whole thing about how it happened but decided not to add it for the sake of time

right!

so as i understand it all we know is that coco gave tsugumi the doll ~at some point~ before shinjuku's inversion. but the inversion took place at the end of a new day, which is also when shiki called neku and informed him that mr mew's seam ripped, implying she still had him at that time? it's such a dumb detail but that's the sticking point here. coco would've had to take the doll sometime before her game with neku and you'd think shiki would've noticed

but y’know. neo ended up retconning some of a new day anyway so i guess the canon there is kind of tenuous... i really wish we did get more of this storyline!! and just more about tsugumi in general 🥺

#mail #'due to the sheer length of the scenario' lol #so many interesting avenues went unexplored in neo bc there was just too much going on

[kafus]

please let me introduce you to NeverHappy, my most beloved pokemon ever.

i found her as a budew on someone else’s save file after buying a used copy of pokemon platinum. the name “NeverHappy” was a pretty obvious joke about how budew evolves from happiness, and since the previous owner was going to keep her in a box forever, never use her, and never evolve her, she would never be happy. this activated some feral response in my brain and i decided no. she WOULD be happy. i was still replaying through all my old gen 4 games at the time but i traded her off to my other gen 4 files for safekeeping until i could do stuff with her.

oh trust me game. i would.

so you might have thought my plans were to simply evolve her and beat the game with her, get her to level 100, maybe even EV train her - but i had much bigger plans. i was going to ribbon master her. the ribbon master challenge, or the process of “ribbon mastering” a pokemon, is getting every single ribbon possible on a pokemon from the game it was caught in to the most recent game it can be transferred to. if you weren’t aware, that’s a LOT of ribbons. there are 40 in gen 4 alone. i had a lot to do.

(the above clean screenshot was taken by backing up my cartridge save and screenshotting a battle video in emulator. however, i did all of this on my actual DS! i don’t like playing on emulator. not as fun)

i had to beat every contest (normal-master rank in all 5 categories) and do a bunch of other random stuff but my favorite part of the process was defeating the battle tower... 6 times. the battle frontier contains the most challenging battles in gen 4 by far, as opponents have good stats and competitive movesets. there’s 6 battle tower ribbons in gen 4 - two for singles at different points in the win streak, one for doubles, one for multis /w NPCs, one for multis /w another player (i just played with myself on two dses), and one for ranking up in the wi-fi room, which is now accessible again due to fan servers restoring internet functionality for gens 4 and 5.

NeverHappy was randomly caught in the wild and did not have a competitive nature or stats, so i figured that she would just be tagging along in the back while i took out all the win streaks with 2 good pokemon, but she ended up clutching out wins in times of dire need... multiple times. she even ended up being necessary in the wi-fi room to stall out prevalent hacked pokemon like no guard sheer cold machamp, which hits 1 hit KO moves every time, with a gimmicky and convoluted leech seed + substitute strategy.

i could go into all of my team members and the excessive lengths i went to get them all (don’t even get me started on my shiny competitive latias from pokemon emerald) but that’s a story for another day.

by the end of gen 4 i was extremely emotionally attached and she was already becoming one of my favorite pokemon, now with 40 whole ribbons after days and weeks of effort.

i have ribbon mastered pokemon before, so all of my save files in gens 6, 7, and 8 were already set up to transfer neverhappy into and grab all of the ribbons. i had a lot more battling and little tasks ahead of me. it’s really cool how ribbon mastering forces you to interact with pretty much every feature of every pokemon game.

and so i transferred her! gen 5 doesn’t have any ribbons, so it was just an intermediary to transfer into gen 6. at this point, i had also acquired a shiny luxray from pokeradar chaining in platinum named Nightlight, and i was ribbon mastering them together, but once again, a story for another day.

first into gen 6... getting the super training ribbon was really annoying but the battle maison was pretty easy. i had a team in multis with terrakion and a whimsicott with beat up that could 1 hit KO all of the boss battle’s legendaries in one hit LOL

then gen 7... this one went by pretty quickly but i opted to get the best friends ribbon here instead of in XY or ORAS because it was really simple to get with rainbow pokebeans, since all you have to do is max out affection and it only takes a couple rainbow beans to do that in USUM.

and gen 8! you can see nightlight to the left in this picture. by far the hardest part of gen 8 was getting the ribbon awarded for winning a battle in master rank in online VGC against other players. i definitely had to grind that one for a while.

then, she even got an award in BDSP for being a pokemon originating from the original diamond/pearl/platinum games, which was really cool.

oh, and since i had cloned neverhappy back in gen 4 with a glitch so that i would always have a copy of her in her origin games, i was able to take this neat picture! how the times have changed LMAO

luckily she was even a part of PLA’s roster and i was able to take a picture with her there, too... which actually might end up being important since there’s an invisible flag somewhere in the game’s code that gets turned on when you take a picture with your pokemon in the photo studio, which could potentially become a ribbon in the future in another game.

so, trainer Platina from 2016, you were wrong! NeverHappy is in fact happy now and has done more than most people’s pokemon have seen in their entire lifetime. she is my most cherished pokemon and i love her more than i love myself. i think i would die for her

i abbreviated this story a lot because i didn’t want to make this post longer than it already was but i was randomly inspired to talk about this today since SV is coming out soon and there will be more ribbons to collect for any of my ribbon masters that can be transferred into SV, which got me thinking about her. my journey with ribbon mastering has taught me more about pokemon games than any normal person should ever know and if you were interested in any details i left out or how i accomplished certain ribbons (including battle frontier strategies) feel free to shoot me an ask! :D i love talking about pokemon at any time any day of the week.

#pokemon #pokemon platinum #budew #roserade #dppt #long post #kiki was here #probably no one will see this but i was in an infodumping mood ok #kiki.txt #kiki plays games

[st4rrth0ughts]

fucking blade so hard that he breaks. 🗡️🩸

Blade is a strong man. He’s been through countless things. Being killed by the same blade over and over, and having to stand the curse of being immortal and never be able to taste the sweetness of death. But with you… it’s tolerable. Much more tolerable, than he would like to admit.

Push him onto the bed, tear off his clothes, and savour the way his cunt is dripping, soft grunts and whimpers coming out of his mouth as unusually shy red eyes stare back at you, aeons, the way his wriggles his hips in that cute way makes your cock bulge in their restraints.

Watch as he lets out a choked gasp as you forcefully shove your length into his pussy, his folds swallowing your length into him, and he weakly bucks his hips against yours as he whines out at how your tip is kissing his cervix.

Grab his wrists as he tries to weakly hit your stomach, his own bulging from your sheer size as you pound into him, his eyes rolling back as salacious sobs escape his throat. It feels so good, Blade swears on his life that if he can have this everyday, he wouldn’t mind staying alive just a bit longer.

Fuck him into the mattress, the way his body moves due to how hard your thrusting into him is so fucking cute. The way his eyes roll back as they fill with hearts and loud wails and moans for you to go slower.

Break him, make his mind go completely blank as your cock fucks his cervix roughly. Pull his arms towards you so that you can get a good look at his docile expression, too tired and a whimpering mess to try and protest.

When you’re done, pull out of him and watch your cum drip out of his pussy, press your tongue against it and watch him squirm and maybe squirt if you stimulate him enough.

Blade is a strong man, but in your hands, he’s reduced to nothing but your lover who’s easily stimulated and satisfied. ♡

#✪fics! #✦honkai star rail! #sub honkai star rail #sub hsr #dom male reader #dom reader #honkai star rail smut #sub blade #sub character #dom gn reader #hsr x reader #hsr smut #hsr blade #blade smut

[anantaru]

cw. ⪩⪨ i'm horny, fem! reader, rough fucking, first time writing argenti hihi, unprotected sex, hitting it raw, cumming inside

argenti likes to force your gaze on his own while he fucks you like he wants to claim you— in fact, the man notices how his length was growing harder the moment he was able to admire the sinful switch on your beautiful face as it melts into something improper, and much more filthy.

but it's so fucking intoxicating and hot that it sets his loins on fire.

argenti can barely take it anymore and just wants to stuff you with his nasty whites until you're squealing out due to being so crowded— aside from that, his poor erection was starting to ache and burn inside of you, his red pubic hair since long soused of your arousal that the knight takes the only correct route and jams his hips into you with a sheer force that you can barely keep your eyes open, the loud hitches of rapid breathing drifting to his ears over the pounding of skin swelling on skin.

but argenti can only stare, eyes widening at the unmistakably flirtatious tone of your delicate whimpers as his erection fills you to the brim, fucking back your dripping wetness— your mouth opening wider under his own as he claims your lips, his wet muscle welcoming your tongue with a low and delirious sound echoing from deep inside your throat.

and there was nothing accidental about why he kissed you right about now— because argenti wanted to drink in your moans before you climax on his cock. and the way he batters your creamy cunt was almost too perfect, how he repeatedly planes the twitching veins into the softness of your walls before he grins at you through lusting eyes.

and easy now— because there was something akin of a challenge in the smile he choose to reveal to you, for once it was both captivating and otherworldly beautiful in its own rights, stirring up a disorienting rush of arousal, desire, and sheer longing in your gut that you sob out his name in ecstasy.

and it's constant, his rough thrusts and kisses, that your heart was hammering with repeated growing excitement as argenti at last, chokes on a string of deep groans that he easily slips past your plump lips as thick ropes of white plaster across your inflamed walls, making the man revel in the way your pussy squeezes him, spasms around his thick shaft, but most importantly swallows him into you so impossibly deep that he groans out your name, then whines it, so helplessly that the only thing bringing him back to reality was the sudden soft tune of your voice calling his darling name.

©2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

#hsr smut #honkai star rail smut #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #argenti x reader #argenti smut #hsr x you #honkai star rail x you

[kissitbttr]

mafia!toji first time meeting stripper!reader

a/n: reader is fem. and since i’ve been hit with biggest writers block known to a man, this one is inspired by one of my old work called gold. enjoy!

-

toji zenin is a ruthless man. that, you can definitely count on.

he’s known to be the one who shows little to no mercy. who’s soul isn’t as clean due to the countless of lives he had taken.

as crazy as it sounds, toji craves for the sound of piercing cries from someone who begs to spare them compassion. he likes to taunt them. mock them. pretending that he would eventually let them go just to see that little flicker of hope lighting upon their gaze.

a sinister smile would play coyly upon his lips before he decides the latter. pulling the trigger and watches the victim face planting the dark tile as their brains scatter all over the walls and floor.

it’s one way to teach people a lesson to not fuck with him. to not fuck with his business. because toji zenin is crazy like that.

he has no time for patience nor pity.

toji fixes the collar of his black sheer shirt, checking himself out in the mirror to make sure he looks good tonight. who are we kidding though? he’s toji fucking zenin,

tonight was supposed to be his day off. he had plans. before a motherfucker who runs a strip club decides to mess with him about the package deal and had almost lost him half of the money he’s supposed to own,

he could’ve let his right hand man to handle it. but this is bigger than anything he had ever done. is this goes to south, then one person’s death wouldn’t be the only thing on his agenda,

he’ll track down every single one of the bastards and kill them with his own hands,

however, tonight needs to be as clean as possible.he’s aware of the reputation he has put on himself to the world, so no point of hiding or camouflage. yet, he still doesn’t want to cause too much of a scene,

stepping away from the full length mirror, he swiftly picks his black velvet coat off the hanger before shrugging it on,

“talk to me, satoru” his heavy voice echoes the hallway as he steps out of the room to walk downstairs, watching a few of his men pocketing their weapons,

gojo satoru. his right hand man, nods,

“he’s there. word from bianco. he appears isn’t expecting you to stop by” he informs, showing toji the message on his phone. “it’s going to be crowded. but bianco is taking care of that right now. he’s got nowhere to run”

toji scoffs, snatching a glass of whiskey off the table before downing the remaining drink. “good. i need him to see me when he less expects it. owes me more than some fucking money” he mutters, tucking the G21 down his holster.

gojo raises an eyebrow. “G21? you’re going soft tonight eh, boss?”

toji shoots him a hard glare, one where the white haired man only chuckle at. “the car’s ready?”

another nod, gojo leads toji down towards the basement. “as requested. Lamborghini Murcielago. your personal favorite. packed with 640 PS and 471 Kw—i think you know what that means— rules around 213 mph if you consider on going hit and run. i packed a standard aeropack wing if you wanna go slow. windows? bulletproof. in case anyone tries to kill you” toji knows for a fact that gojo is only joking about the last part.

no one dares to try to take him down before he does it. it’s a pattern everyone knows by now,

toji lets out a low whistle, head softly shaking at the machine beauty before him. fingers tracing along the hood of the car,

“shit—you know i need to lay low, man? got anything less attractive?”

“i don’t do less. you know that, boss” he winks playfully, laughing to himself when he watches toji rolls his eyes. “besides. this thing right here will for sure earns you a bird. take her out on a stroll, bring her home. women love fast cars” he comments,

humming as a response, toji walks towards the driver’s seat. “i don’t date. were you born yesterday or something?” he speaks in a firm tone before catching the keys that gojo throws at him,

“no I wasn’t. but isn’t ‘she who shall not be named’ is like what? two years ago? and you got to stop with the one night stands. go get a girl tonight” he suggests, watching the dark haired man sliding himself into the car,

toji gives him a half hearted smile. “noted”

“i’ll be right behind you, boss. slow down, yeah?”

-

it takes about thirty minutes prior to arrival. toji blames it all on the traffic and the slow pedestrians crossing the road. cursing to himself every five seconds, each time he stops at red lights.

he parks his car close to the entrance before exiting from the vehicle, tossing his keys at one of the valet but not before roughly grabbing his collar and threaten to kill him if one scratch is prominent on his car.

clearing his throat, he walks into the bar. ignoring the stares and whispers at the sight of a notorious ruthless man who decides to pay the club a visit.

one thing he first to notice, the club is indeed packed. gojo wasn’t lying. as if God knew what is about to happen later on and isn’t going to let him get away with witnesses. he needs to play it safe tonight.

as he strides through the darkened room to find the table he had been reserved for, a few half naked girls walk right pass him. delicate fingers stroking his chest and brushing against his shoulders, making him smirk. he can’t lie, most of them are gorgeous and he’s tempted enough to touch their skin, but he has to hold it. not that he isn’t interested, because his mind changed. he is definitely taking someone back to his place tonight.

fucking gojo. he has to be right every time.

speak of the devil, the white haired man appears by his side in minutes. nodding his head towards the area where the business should be conducted. toji follows him close towards the end of the room,

he gently pulls back a chair for him to sit, as gojo and the two of his other men stands behind to watch over. toji specifically asks for the furthest table, with a glass of whiskey has been prepared for him.

toji feels irritated. he hates doing all of this dirty work just because some fucking bastard isn’t able to keep up with the deal. he should’ve known not to trust alec to do business, yet when the pathetic excuse of a man begged on his knees with a gun knocked against his head, toji thought why not? if he didn’t get to fulfill his demands, he gets to kill him either way.

“alright, alright—fuck! easy man!” alec’s frantic voice causes toji’s eyes to avert from the scene of the crowd. his eyebrows knitted, threatening gaze bores upon the man whose pushed forcefully by his men to sit, “mr. zenin! it’s always a pleasure to see you!”

mind that alec owes him more than fifty grand, and this fucker had the nerve to walk in and act like nothing happened,

he is definitely going to kill him,

“you don’t fucking talk to me that way, alec. i’m not your friend. you owe me something” toji warns, his finger pointing at him as he watches the trembling man gulp. “you remember?”

alec couldn’t feel more terrified as he casts a glance of toji’s gun on the table, facing towards him. “i—i know, man—sir” he corrects himself. “i didn’t forget. it’s just that the money is tight right now. the girls aren’t earning amount of money they—“

toji could only scoff, head thrown back. “i didn’t fucking hire your girls. i hired you. stop being a pussy and own up to that. you should know that me and patience never get along. i have one body bag left in my car and it would give me the tremendous pleasure writing your name on it” he grits his teeth, looking at alec with a dark look in his eyes as he balls his fist,

“i just need more time—“

“one month isn’t enough?!” toji barks, making alec jumps at the booming voice

“i need more. i promise. give me one more month. and i will do whatever you ask me to, sir zenin.” alec begs with hopeful eyes,

toji finds it disgusting and repulsive to see someone like him begging for mercy. or anyone at all. that gesture is weak and vulnerable. “i don’t give out second chances”

alec hears a gun clicks from behind. he doesn’t need to ask, he knows that one of the two men behind him is ready to blow his brains out. “sir zenin, please! just one more chance! please”

once again, toji isn’t a very patient man. he knows enough to understand that it’s a mistake. but he would love to see how this one goes, playing along with this little game of his.

toji isn’t a fool. never was.

he looks over at gojo, as if to ask what he thinks. the answer that gojo could give is ‘your choice, boss’

toji sighs, head shaking. “fine. you give me your best girl of the night, and i’ll give you one more month” he offers, taking a sip of his drink, leaning himself back to relax. “no more than that”

alec nods. though he feels like shitting himself because one month isn’t close enough for collecting the amount of money he owes toji to. still, he thinks this is better than nothing.

“take your pick, mr. zenin. or i could bring one or two here? we have twins in the back and they sure are on high demand, everyone has been begging me to—“

toji could only hum in response, not listening to a word he’s saying. his green eyes scanning over at the scene. the girls are putting on a show, showing off their skills, some are pulling a lap dance on a few customers. he cringes when one suddenly takes her bra off like she costs nothing. seems like none of these girls are his type. gorgeous? yes. but they don’t seem to do enough to make his cock twitch,

he’s about to take back the offer until his eyes fall on her. eyes widening in amusement and toji finds himself freezing on the spot.

a slight curvier woman has her leg hooked around the pole. long dark haired brushing against the marble floor as she arches her back slightly. toji observes the way her body moves so sensually yet gracefully, almost like a feather. the way she bites onto her pink glossed lips and how her eyes manage to flirt with the crowd with one simple look. she has them lured into her presence. himself included.

her body—fuck, he doesn’t even know where to begin. delicious curves cladded in navy blue bodysuit, full breasts supported by the cup of her outfit that bounces each time she moves. soft thick thighs wrapped by a white fishnet stockings and legs decorated in white fuzzy pumps. overall it’s quite revealing, but it still presents the modesty she has on her. he’s not quite sure if it’s the outfit or it’s just her,

but only a fool would assume that it isn’t the latter.

toji feels his pants growing tight when his gaze lowers to how her hips moving in circles. in painfully slow motion too. almost like she knows how to tease and she’s doing it so perfectly. if only he had spotted her from before, he would’ve move closer.

a damn fucking beauty she is.

“her. i want her” toji speaks in a firmer tone, almost territorial. he just can’t take his eyes off the woman. watching every single move and a wink being thrown.

he chuckles when she swats a couple of old hands who seems desperate to try and cope a feel with a dirty look on her face. he couldn’t make out what she’s saying but he knows for sure that she’s telling them off,

‘gorgeous and a fighter’ he thinks to himself

“angel? you want her?” alec asks after he realizes who he’s pointing at,

“that’s her real name?”

“no. she doesn’t let anyone know her real name. she goes by that ever since she starts working here” alec informs, watching toji nods,

so she’s new?

“some calls her birthday cake”

that makes toji’s brows scrunched. he is about to ask why the name until the answer is immediately given to him when she decides to do a side split, making her plump ass bounce against the floor.

oh that’s why

“gorgeous” toji breathes, cocking his head to the side. “not taken is she? not that i care anyway. what a fucking dime she is. you’re going to give her to me, correct?” his voice is threatening enough, dark eyes moving to look at alec who nods.

“yes! of course, sir! if that’s what you want”

“fuck yes i do. bring her to me” he demands before gulping down his drink, watching how alec immediately scrambles off the chair and hurries towards where angel is performing,

toji keeps his eyes set on the mysterious lady. refusing to move. he doesn’t want to miss a single thing. especially when she’s on her hands and knees, ass up in the air for the crowd to see and eyes looking over her shoulder earning cheer, applause and money flown just for her.

gojo lets out a wolf whistle. “good choice, zenin”

he hums, the girl now up on her feet. lifting herself up after she hooks her arm around the pole and give them a twirl. “tell me gojo. have you seen anyone as beautiful as she is?”

“definitely not. you just might hit the jackpot”

indeed he did. toji may have made a lot of mistakes but he’s never wrong when it comes to choosing partners . he’s always careful with it.

there is something so different about her and he’s very sure about it too. from how she’s not afraid to tell the men in the audience off, putting that smart mouth to use. unlike the girls he has seen around where they just take the humiliation. but her?

she fights back. just how he likes his women.

“fuck off alec, i mean it! my shift is almost over. i’m not interested being passed around to your friends or co-workers!”

he hears her protest. toji doesn’t even realize that she’s walking closer towards his table with alec’s grip around her elbow,

“who said anything about passing you around? i just need to introduce you to one of the most important men here!” alec defends,

“weird way of saying you want me to suck their cocks” she comments

a foul mouth indeed toji thinks

alec throws her a hard glare, in which she only scoffs and roll her eyes. “mr. toji zenin, I would like to introduce you to angel. she’s been here for almost a year now.”

toji grins at that, standing up from his chair and looks over at the beauty with a disinterested look on her face. seemingly look like she doesn’t want to be here. yet she smiles at him anyway, and he swears he has never seen something so pretty,

“nice to meet you, beautiful ” toji extends his hand for her to take, giving a soft kiss on it. his eyes aren’t looking away from hers. “hell. you’re even gorgeous up close”

she won’t deny it. this man is absolutely handsome. and she doesn’t see a lot of them working here. most are old and married, which something that she finds disgusting. but this man, toji? he is far from ugly.

first thing she noticed was how broad he’s built. the way he towers over her and he’s not even standing that close to her small figure. even the dark room fails to hide the definition of his muscles through the black shirt he’s wearing. and the thin scar over his pulled lips, showcasing a smirk.

is this man even a man?

as handsome as he is, angel raises an eyebrow, not feeling entirely influenced by the gesture. “so have you been observing me this whole time? that’s creepy”

“angel” alec hisses, gripping her elbow a bit tighter making her flinch a bit and her body to cowers a little.

“sorry” she mutters in irritation, gaze falling down to the floor

the interaction somehow irks toji to the bone. he eyes how alec treats her in front him, it would probably even worse behind closed doors.

he doesn’t even want to know.

“you can fucking let go now alec, you’re hurting her” toji demands, throwing him a sharp stare. alec’s pupils are wide open at that, causing him to release his grip almost immediately and for angel to nurse her reddening skin.

one thing that toji wouldn’t accept, is violence against women.

toji’s gaze beginning to soften yet again when he watches the pretty girl before him. how her long hair cascading down her back, exposing the sharp of her collarbones and valleys of her breasts,

if only her look of fear is replaced with a look of comfort,

“you can leave us be. thanks” toji coldly orders at alec, not wanting to be near his presence anymore. he’s had enough seeing that bastard,

he nods, avoiding his stare but not before muttering a ‘don’t fuck this up’ to angel before one toji’s men escorts him out,

“don’t worry about him doll. he’s gone, yeah?” he comforts her almost immediately, not wanting her to be scared anymore,

“oh—yeah, uhm thanks” she shoots him a smile. a genuine one this time, taking his hand in hers when he offers it. "so how do you want this--''

“if you don’t mind” he puts a hand behind her back immediately to guide her to the couch behind, earning a quizzical look on her face. “i want to get to know you first”

“mr. zenin. with all due respect, this is not a date. i’m working”

he chuckles at her forward response, still she lets him lead to the velvet couch. angel sits first, eyes glancing up for a moment and see a handsome white haired man with his arms crossed. he quickly removes himself from the presence and walk out. his other men following him from behind.

and now there’s just two.

“i just want to take my time with you. is that okay?” toji sits back down, watching her crossed her legs as she keeps the distance between them,

she smiles with a shrug, toying with the strap of her bra, “you could do that while i’m giving you a dance—if you want?”

toji makes a mental note on how her eyes glow under the violet lights when she stares at him. almost like it’s so easy for him to see what goes beyond that. they’re so so pretty. prettiest he’s ever seen indeed. despite the flirty tone lacing under her response, she still has the look of innocence that makes him smile back.

she’s no better too. the way he’s looking directly into her eyes should be a crime. his gaze speaks something. something… lustful and dangerous.

he nods, letting out a breathe of relief as he leans himself back before spreading his thighs as an invitation.

“show me what you got then gorgeous”

angel swears she can hear the beat of her heart getting louder the moment she sits herself down on his lap. still, without him having to suspect anything, she keeps her flirty persona for a show.

“my, my—you really are a fucking dime” he lowly whistles, eyes falling to the curve of her breasts. “i can see why people were loving you back there. hopefully they don’t get jealous when i stole you away”

she giggles, a small blush creeping on her cheeks. “aren’t you a flirt. you do this to every girl?”

toji places his hands on her plump ass, resting it there. he knows that there are rules where it’s forbidden you touch the dancers. but he doesn’t give a shit. and it’s not like anyone had the balls to tell him off anyway.

“only to those who i find interesting, baby” he says, eyes not looking away from the beauty as be squeezes her flesh making himself groan. “fuck me. that’s an ass? right here?”

his comment makes her laugh as she throws her head back. loving how genuine he actually sounds when he said that.

“so—mr. zenin” she begins, giving him a naughty smile as her hands finds their way to his shoulders, feeling how tense they are under his grip. “what brings you to this awful depth of town, hm?”

he clears his throat, wetting down the bottom of his mouth while keeping his hands steady on her hips. finding no desire to move them. “business. your bastard of a boss owes me something. I didn’t think i would actually be here right now, accompanied by a gorgeous woman like yourself”

damn. he sure is charming and cheeky. definitely a player. “you sure are a sweet talker, mr. zenin” she tells him before slowly beginning to grind against his bulge causing him to exhale another deep groan. “are you sure—you don’t make bitches wet talking like that?”

he mutters a low ‘christ’ when he feels himself growing hard under her sultry move, yet she isn’t stopping. and she only had just started. “believe me doll, i’ve had my fair shares with many—but damn, they sure don’t make me hard like you do—cross my heart”

her hips the move in tiny circles, keeping a painfully slow pace but enough to keep him satisfied. “i don’t trust you but okay—anyway, what did you and alec talked about anyway?”

“nosy, huh?”

she rolls her eyes. “i have the right to ask since he practically sold me to you for tonight—my shift was supposed to be over, mr. zeni—“

“toji” he cuts her off, thumb softly stroking against her hip bone

“what was that?”

“just call me toji” he repeats with a small grin. “and okay that’s fair—he has something very important of mine. was supposed to pay a month ago, but that piece of shit isn’t known to be the one who keeps his promises”

she hums in response, leaning herself back slowly and rests her palms upon his knees to keep her body steady. her hips are now moving back and forth.

toji shamelessly let his eyes wander down from her breasts to her thick thighs. “i was going to blow his brains out tonight. right here. on this one spot. but he begged like a bitch and i wanted to see how far he goes” he laughs almost darkly,

it scares her a little by how calm he’s being about murdering someone. with the way his eyes staring at her aren’t really helping too. like a predator eyeing his prey. almost like he knows how to make her weak on the knees.

“looks like he’s in big big trouble, then” she giggles cutely. “not surprised anyway. he owes alot of money to the girls too. mine included”

he cocks an eyebrow, feeling himself tensing. “does he now? how long?”

“can’t count. i had to pull bunch of shitty excuses to the landlord just so he won’t kick me out of the apartment. half of our earnings each night, goes to him. saying that he’ll pay me back but I know he never will” she spills casually, then her movement comes into a halt. “oh fuck, don’t tell him i said that”

with a chuckle, his head shakes. “i won’t. but i could kill him for you, if you want me to. just say the word” he speaks lowly, continuing to admire her body. “mind if i ask how long have you been working here?”

it takes her a while to answer. “almost a year. I quit college for this. not because i love it entirely, but i couldn’t pay for it anymore.” she sighs,

“i’m sorry to hear that. what were you studying?”

“bio-engineering” she smiles, “people tend to be surprised when i told them that”

“count me in as well, sweetheart, damn. not only she’s hot as fuck but she’s smart too?” he shakes his head in disbelief. “you even real, right now?”

she laughs, flipping her hair. “thank you, toji—can i ask you something?”

he hums, callouses hands move towards her back, holding her steady,

“what happened there” she points at the scar, struggling to find the urge not to trace her fingers across it,

he shrugs, “was from a fight years ago. nothing major”

“can i—touch it?” she softly asks him, looking so innocent yet teasingly,

toji smirks, head nodding. “go ahead, baby” he speaks in a low baritone. voice so deep and flirty that it almost makes her squirm,

she ignores the butterflies in her stomach when he calls her that. and without being told twice, she leans closer and her fingers reach out to pad the scar gently. feeling how soft his lips against her skin, paying attention to every single detail of it. wondering how on earth could a scar fit someone so perfectly.

there is no doubt on her mind, that he is the sexiest man she has ever come across to. she can feel the weight of his palm lowering itself down to her plump cheek, squeezing it. usually, she would tell anyone off for touching her like that. but this time, she doesn’t say anything. not because she’s afraid of him but she feels strangely turned on.

“fuck” he breathes out, feeling her ass one more time. hearing him like that just makes her giggle as she gradually picks up the pace grinding on him, catching toji off guard.

“such a naughty little girl—bet you wouldn’t mind having that ass spanked now would you?” he whispers against her ear, biting his lower lip hard.

though she would admit that she wouldn’t, she won’t allow him to win this game. she slowly shakes her head with a smirk, removing herself off his lap causing him to whine. angel spins around, not without swaying her ass side to side, sneaking a glance to make sure he’s watching,

her hand immediately circles around the pole in front of them. “dinner is mandatory if you want to go down to that path, mr. zenin”

toji watches carefully with lust and admiration as she now securing her arm around the golden pole, lifting herself off easily and give her body a gentle spin. eyes screwed shut and head thrown back. coming back down slowly, she re-enacts the movement from where she performed for the audience. legs spread apart, landing in a perfect split. long brown hair covering the side of her beautiful features, tongue licking her upper lip.

he follows the curve of her ass, eager to get his hands on them but he knows that he has to wait. there, he spots a small heart tattoo inked on her ass cheek,

angel is a little teaser. that’s for sure. enjoying herself too much in making a man hard yet refuses to be under the spell of a man’s touch. he likes that actually. likes that a lot. it may be painful to have his cock hard at the moment while she’s not doing anything about it but she’s worth it.

so, so worth it.

“you are so. fucking. sexy.” his voice switches into something darker, a seductive grin slowly forming as he thirsts over her. “must have made a lot of men mad out there”

“so i have been told” she declares with confidence, innocent smile pulling upon her lips as she begins to gently crawl towards him, eyes never leaving his.

she halts in between his open legs, settling on her knees. being the little minx she is, her hands find a place on top of his thighs. “i sense you carry danger everywhere you go, mr. zenin—am i wrong?”

she’s not dumb. she spotted his gun strapped against his holster an hour before she was even being introduced to the man.

he delicately caresses her soft cheek, almost came in his pants when she leans against his palm. “why? that scares you?” he moves a few strands of hair that are blocking his view of her pretty face,

she shakes her head, a smile doesn’t leave her face. in fact, he hears a soft giggle escapes her.

his eyes move from the curve of her breasts and up to her mouth. eyeing the way that pink gloss compliments her pretty skin.

“would love to have a taste—right here” toji whispers, his thumb grace her lower lip. his breath immediately hitches, and a groan rumbles deep in his chest the moment she opens her mouth.

“fuck—what a good girl” he moans lowly when she lets his thumb rest upon her warm wet tongue. the angelic look in her eyes disappears and is replaced with a look of lust. “s-shit” it takes him by surprise when she decides to suckle it, head bobbing her head up and down painfully slow,

“jesus—i wish it was my cock you’re sucking right now, baby” nonetheless, the amount of pleasure she’s giving him is enough to keep him satisfied,

“holy fuck, wow” she pops her lips off his thumb. wiping the saliva from the corner of her mouth before giggling again. the sound makes toji smile. genuinely.

“you’re trouble” he comments with a tsk, chuckling at the way she shrugs innocently as if she has no idea what he’s talking about. “alright. up you get, baby”

she gives him a questionable look, following his movement and rise to her feet. “mr. zenin, we still have thirty minutes left. alec gave me at least an hour and he would be upset if i—“

“if he touches you, you tell me and i’ll kill him. understand?” toji sternly orders, brows furrowing at the thought of that lowlife bastard putting his hands on her,

she’s baffles at that. how could he know what goes behind closed doors? still she nods anyway. “yes, sir”

“toji, baby. toji” he corrects with a smile. “besides, if i stayed for another ten minutes, i’ll l cream in my pants and that would be embarrassing” he shamelessly points out. she blushes at that and it makes toji’s heart skips a bit,

“this doesn’t mean it’s a one and done. i would love to see you again, sweetheart. can’t let you go too far now can i?” he pulls out his wallet from his back pocket and hands her thick amount of hundreds. “here you go, angel”

she gasps softly as her eyes go big, shocked by the bundle of cash in his hand. if she counts it right that’s gotta be at least close to one grand.

“toji this is—fuck this is too much, I—i can’t take these. twenty or fifteen is enough for me”

he frowns. who in the right mind think it’s okay for men to tip a gorgeous woman with a rocking body some loose change? fucking assholes.

“baby, you do realize who you’re talking to? i don’t give out twenty or less” he quirks an eyebrow, watching her adorable expression. “money isn’t a problem to me. a grand isn’t a problem to me. come on, you deserve it”

she stares down at his hand and hesitantly takes the money. flashing him a wide smile. “mr—i mean, toji, oh my god thank you so much. thank you, thank you!” without any second thoughts, she jumps out and wrap her arms around his neck,

“you don’t know how much this means to me. i needed this”

toji stumbles a bit, the sudden movement surprises him but he appreciates it. the way she keeps thanking him, muttering couple of blessings has somehow gives his heart a little kick,

a good one.

“no need to thank me, baby” toji grins, holding her by the waist to keep her secured for a moment before pulling away. “you take care of yourself yeah? don’t be wandering too far. would love to take you out on a stroll” he leans down to peck her cheek,

“I’ll be sure to stop by and see you again, gorgeous” with one last devilish smile, he walks out of the room. leaving her still in complete shock,

he is no ordinary man, alright. it kinda makes her feel a bit weird by all the butterflies that are erupting her stomach by how he acted earlier. has it been.. what? two or three years since she had been engaged in any sort of relationships with a man. and there has been no real man crawling around this city. only rats. she fucking hates rats.

but toji zenin? there’s definitely something about him that makes his whole aura and appearance a lot more sexier. again, she’s not stupid. she has seen the gun. observed his interaction with her boss. and the men he had protecting him suits?

that’s no 9-5 man. it’s dirty work.

and it should’ve scared her. it should’ve been a warning made for her to run and avoid him because he’s a man that carries danger everywhere he goes. toji zenin is a man that would not hesitate to paint the whole town in blood of his victims if one ever crosses his territory.

yet as she glances down at the bills being handed at her and promise from him that he would see her again, it makes her smile. heart thumping at the thought of the beautiful man coming back only for her.

angel clutches the money against her chest, squealing as she does little bounces in her heels with a giggle. overjoyed with the amount of cash that would help her,

she’s definitely making toji her new favorite client

#mafia!toji #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro blurbs #toji fushiguro smut #jjk

[shellxrls]

hannah … u said u would probably physically fight w jj if u were in obx which same but now i’m thinking …. thinkin abt “play fighting” w bsf!jj …. and there’s loads of charged energy there …. lot of ass to crotch and giggling and teasing from jj mhm yup

HELLO ??!;);6 okay i confess i was thinking about play-fighting with bsf!jj turned to him pounding me while im headlocked in between those hot ass fucking arms of his 😓😓. and you’re idea is like.. spot on celeste omg.

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being pushed around the thin mattress by his body weight, evidently stronger than you due to acquired muscle from years working in physical labour. his hips brush against the back of your ass, the seam of your crotch — gentle touches that seem to dissipate in fervor but grow in length as the pretence of ‘play-fighting’ soon begins to fall to deaf ears and heaving chests.

the stiffness in his shorts was difficult to let go by unnoticed, and as much as you attempted you couldn’t restrain the muffled noises of grated pleasure that would leave your pursed lips every time his body weight banged into yours, a heavy muscle catching your side or a stray hand wrapping around you.

“jayj,” you huff out, laboured pants puffing onto his face as you attempted to call a truce, “can we just— just pause for a minute, take a lil’ break?”

he thinks this means he’s won, the adrenaline getting him into a ditzy as he gets up all in your face, spittle visible as he starts intimidating you with a superficially pridefully interrogation, “oh you wanna take a break huh? j’s so strong you had to tap out little girl? that ‘t? no deal. i won this round fair and square sweetheart.”

and you’re laying beneath him in such utter shock, pouty bottom lip quivering due to a combination of adrenaline and fear induced arousal that for a minute he’s scared you might start crying.

that is until you align your face right with his, knocking knees and letting out a whispered, “please?”

and he knows, knows by the way your chest is rising in paced slopes, and by the way he can see your nipples hardening under the sheer fabric of your top. hell, he’s been your best friend for years, he’s known since you broke up with your most recent ex and came running into his arms for support. but he still asks “please what?”

and then you were done, blubbering out a string of indecipherable sex-fuelled pleads about how turned on you were, how you needed him.

and before jj could continue letting his best friend fall under so much duress, he bends you over the arm of the couch and strips you of your clothing, stuffing himself into your cunt so unexpectedly that you let out a wail, walls contracting around him at the initial sting of the intrusion.

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#trust i will expand more on the impact play/headlock part of this someday #someday soon (lie) #no i’m joking someday soon (i hope) #asks.ᐟ ⋆｡˚𖦹 #;murderdocs #;concepts #jj maybank #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank obx #jj maybank concept #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x reader smut #jj maybank smut #jj maybank x you #jj maybank outer banks #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x reader fluff #jj maybank angst #jj maybank blurb #jj maybank fanfic #jj maybank imagines #obx #jj obx #jj maybank fic #jj maybank one shot #obx jj maybank

[babyboydaniel]

Knock, Knock (M) | Part 5

Daniel Ricciardo x Fem!Reader | Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lando really needs to learn how to knock.

Smut, Fluff | Warnings: 18+, Fingering, Oral (Female & Male Receiving), PinV | Word Count: 4.4K

As the boys crossed the finish line, they ended the race in the positions they started, which was a win due to the chaos over the previous hour and a half. You cheered along with the others in the garage. The smile was unable to be wiped from your face. It was enthralling to be able to witness Daniel doing something he loved. 

With the good results, everyone decided that they were going out to celebrate before having to fly out the next day. 

You stood in front of the full-length mirror in the hotel room as you chose which earrings you would wear. 

“Danny,” you called as he opened the bathroom door, “which ones?”

As you held out the options, Daniel whistled, his amber eyes running up and down the length of your body. He immediately reached out and grabbed your hips, pressing you against his damp skin. His lips rested against your neck. 

“Damn, baby. You look so good. I can’t wait to show you off. Making everyone jealous,” Daniel murmured as he kissed up your neck until he pressed his lips to yours. 

You went with a short, black, practically see-through dress. The black lacy lingerie is evident beneath the sheer fabric, not leaving much to the imagination. 

“Daniel,” you laughed as you pushed him away, “I need your help making a serious decision.”

He pulled back from you, “Okay, serious. Go ahead.”

You held out the earrings once again, “Which ones?”

Daniel scanned the options, thinking hard about the decision. Before landing on the ones you held in your left hand, “These.”

“Good choice.” 

Daniel kissed you again before turning to his suitcase and picking out his outfit. After rifling through the few appropriate options he had, he landed on a short-sleeved button-down and a pair of ridiculously short shorts. His sinful tattooed thigh is on full display. 

You sat on the edge of the bed as you watched Daniel bounce around the room: getting dressed, doing his hair, brushing his teeth, and putting on his jewelry. You could watch him do the most mundane things without getting bored. 

“Are you ready to go?” Daniel asked, pulling you from your trance. 

You nodded, getting up to slip on your shoes. 

Daniel grabbed your hand, and both of you headed to the lobby and into the waiting car. 

The intimate club was bustling when you arrived. The lights were dim, and the music was vibrating the entire building. It was an assault to the senses but in the best way possible. Daniel held onto your hand while you weaved your way through the bodies, making your way to the bar. 

“Whatcha want, babe?” Daniel whispered against your ear. 

“Tequila soda with lime.” He nodded and turned back to the bartender to order. 

As you waited for your drinks, you stuck yourself to the back of Daniel, wrapping your arms around his waist. Daniel settled into you, resting his hands against yours. 

It was only a few minutes before you had your drinks, and you made your way over to the private table that a few from the team had reserved. Everyone cheered and greeted Daniel and you as you appeared through the crowd. 

As you got closer, you felt a heavy gaze burning into your heated skin. Once the faces of the group became less hazy, your eyes met with Lando’s. Lust colored his beautiful blue eyes. He looked good, dressed similarly to Daniel, though his shirt was just about as sheer as your dress. 

Your eyes did not leave his as Daniel guided you around the group, eventually standing next to Lando. 

Daniel hugged Lando after saying hello. The image of Lando’s hands splayed on the small of your boyfriend’s back had your heart racing. Gosh, his hands were so big. You wondered how they would feel around your throat or holding you down while he pumped his fingers into your wet heat. A tiny whimper squeezed from your throat at the thought. 

Before you realized Lando was pulling you into a hug, encircling you in his embrace. 

“Hi, sweetheart,” he giggled. 

Once your body finally caught up with what was happening, you wrapped your arms around the boy who was pressed against you. 

“Hi,” you responded, your head tucked against his neck. Lando smelled delectable, and you wanted to envelope yourself in him. 

As you snuggled further into Lando’s arms, Daniel cleared his throat from where he stood next to you. 

The two of you sprung apart as you turned to look at Daniel. He did not look mad, which was shocking given how close Lando and you were, just amused. You smiled at your boyfriend as you pressed yourself to his side, sipping your drink while he wrapped his arm around your waist. Pulling you into him before turning towards Lando. 

Standing close, Lando and Daniel had a hushed conversation between them. Both of them leaned into the other to be heard over the music. Daniel rested his hand on Lando’s shoulder, you were practically smushed in the middle of their chests as they talked over your head. You watched as Lando’s lips were millimeters from Daniel’s ear. You were transfixed by their proximity. As their conversation went on, Lando’s hand made its way to rest on your hip, right below Daniel’s. 

It all became too much, “I am going to go dance,” you declared as you pushed away from the both of them. You put down your empty glass as you walked from the boys. 

You finally felt as though you could breathe properly as you made your way to the center of the dance floor. You let the music take over as you danced to the beat. Letting the people and the bass guide you. 

You were unsure how much time had passed before a pair of arms wrapped around your frame. Pulling you flush against them and moving with you. Before you could push the stranger off, they spoke. 

“Hi,” Lando whispered. 

You did not respond and only continued to grind against Lando. Your bodies moved in sync. You could feel Lando growing hard, it only spurred you on more. He moaned in your ear as you deliberately pressed against him. 

“Careful, sweetheart,” Lando warned, his hands tightening on your hips. You pushed back, rubbing his cock again, laughing as you did so. 

Lando groaned, “You are a tease.”

Lando ran his hand from your hip, up your stomach, and between the swell of your breasts before coming to rest on your jaw. He forcefully turned your face back to look at him. The lust that filled his eyes earlier was still present but tenfold at this point. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips. The air was thick as he glanced down at your mouth. 

“Lando,” you whimpered. 

Then his mouth was pressed to yours. Hot and desperate. His pouty lips fitted between yours, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. You gasped as you deepened the kiss. Meeting his tongue in an erotic dance. 

Alarm bells were ringing in your head but the need for Lando was greater. 

Lando was the first to pull back, you chased his lips not ready to be done kissing him. 

“Sweetheart, maybe we should take this somewhere else,” Lando whispered against your lips.

You nodded your head as you let Lando lead you to the edge of the dance floor where Daniel stood. You faltered as you got closer to him. You were fucked. Up until then, everything with Lando seemed harmless enough but kissing him brought this into a new realm. But, as you reached Daniel you noticed he did not appear upset. Instead, he looked turned on. That couldn’t be it. 

The moment you were close enough Daniel reached out to grab you. Forcing your body to his. His cock was hard in his shorts. 

“Let’s get out of here,” he demanded. You nodded your head. 

As you turned to leave, Daniel looked back to Lando who was suddenly very interested in the floor. “You coming, Lando?” Daniel called. 

Lando’s head snapped to meet Daniel’s before his eyes flickered to you. Your mouth hung open. Lando nodded before falling into step behind the two of you. 

The ride back to the hotel was torture. With Lando to your left and Daniel on your right, the car was suffocating with desire. Both men had a hand high on your thigh, Daniel’s a bit higher, his pinky running along your clothed slit. Your breathing was ragged and you were positive the driver could hear. 

Lando leaned over and pressed open-mouth kisses up your neck until he reached your ear. 

“Do you think Daniel will let me fuck that pretty pussy of yours?” he asked softly. 

You whined in response. Lando laughed breathlessly. Thankfully, you had pulled up to the hotel and were quickly ushered out of the car by Daniel. The three of you walked through the lobby and over to the elevators with a clear eagerness. With other people in the small space with you, you all kept your hands to yourselves. 

Once the hotel door clicked closed behind you Daniel’s mouth and hands were on you.

“Fuck, baby. You have no idea how much you turn me on,” Daniel growled as he pressed his hard-on against you. You moaned. 

“Should we show Lando how perfect you are?” Daniel asked. 

“Please,” you begged. 

With a final kiss pressed to your lips, Daniel turned you around in his arms. Your eyes immediately met Lando’s, who was standing a few feet in front of you. His hands hanging down at his sides as if he were waiting for his next instructions from Daniel. 

Daniel grabbed the hem of your dress and pulled it over your head. So, you were standing there in your black underwear. But, he did not stop there. He quickly took off your bra and panties, so you were completely naked in front of both of them. 

“Lando, why don’t you come over and kiss her,” Daniel suggested. 

Lando looked frozen but quickly moved to smash his lips to yours. You were still wrapped in Daniel’s arms but neither boy seemed to mind. You moaned into Lando’s mouth as he picked up right where you guys left off in the club. His tongue tangled with yours. 

Lando kissed down your neck, biting and sucking marks as he made his way to your chest. Where he kissed and licked your breasts, moving closer to your nipples. Taking one of the hardened buds between his pink lips. You moaned and ground your wet pussy against his thigh that he snuck between your legs. 

As he harshly sucked your nipples, Daniel took over kissing your neck. 

Lando moved from your breast and slowly kissed down your stomach until he was kneeling, his face right in front of where you wanted it most. As he leaned in to press his mouth to your dripping folds, Daniel’s hand reached out and grabbed his curly locks. He tugged Lando’s mouth away from you, forcing him to meet his eyes. 

“I did not say you could taste her,” Daniel taunted. 

Lando's eyes fell in between your legs and then back to Daniel as if he was debating whether he could disobey him. But, he thought better of it and sat back on his heels. 

“Good boy,” said Daniel, “Now why don’t you go sit on the chair?”

Lando scrambled to his feet and tripped over his feet to plant himself in the chair that faced the bed. 

“Why don’t we show Lando how well you take my cock,” Daniel said as he moved you to the bed. 

As you fell onto the mattress, Daniel quickly took his clothes off. Standing over you with his beautiful cock hard and leaking. 

“I want your dick in my mouth,” you demanded breathlessly. 

“On your knees then,” Daniel instructed. 

You maneuvered off the bed, kneeling at his feet. You looked up at him, his eyes hazy with desire. As Daniel laced his fingers in your hair, you took his length in your hand, gently stroking him. Coaxing precum from the tip. You watched as it dribbled down the length of his shaft, completely transfixed. Your tongue ran along the underside, licking up the trail of precum. You moaned as you tasted him. Then you wrapped your lips around his swollen tip, gently sucking that sensitive spot before completely swallowing to the hilt. Whining as he filled you up. 

Daniel gasped and involuntarily fucked into your mouth, swearing under his breath as his hands tightened in your hair. You chuckled around his cock, glancing up to see his eyes screwed shut and his mouth hung open. Gosh, he was so beautiful like that. You could never get over it. 

The wet sounds of your spit coating his cock and gagging as he continue to fuck your face filled the room. You could feel his cock twitch in your mouth. 

Daniel pulled you from his cock, “Baby, I am not going to last. On the bed.”

You made your way back to the bed, glancing over at Lando who had removed all his clothes at some point. He was lazily stroking his cock. His dick looked just as beautiful as you remembered. 

You laid back on the mountain of pillows, spreading your legs giving both Daniel and Lando a nice view of your dripping folds. Lando’s warm eyes met yours, and desire pooled in your stomach. Then Daniel was filling your field of vision, slowly crawling his way up the bed until he was lying in between your legs. His hands gripped your thighs, he looked up to you with his heated amber eyes before directly placing his mouth on your clit. 

Your back arched off the bed as your fingers weaved through his curls. You moaned as Daniel was unrelenting. Licking and sucking like a man starved. He was always so good with his mouth. 

“Danny, I need you to fuck me,” you demanded breathlessly. 

He smirked from between your legs, “Your wish is my command.”

Daniel kissed his way up your body. Biting and sucking marks as he went until your legs were wrapped around his waist. Daniel’s fingers pressed into your thighs as he spread you open for him. Before grabbing his cock at the base and thrusting into you. You moaned as he filled you up completely. 

His gaze never left your face. Your face twisted in pleasure. Your eyes closed shut and your mouth parted, as you stretched around him. Feeling completely full. Daniel pulled out, leaving the tip in before he drove back into you.

“Open your eyes,” Daniel commanded tenderly mid-thrust. 

When you opened your eyes, your sight fell to Daniel’s warm eyes. Gone was that hungry look and it was replaced with this tender, love-consuming look. Daniel looked at you with so much passion your breath got caught in your throat. Your boyfriend had the power to leave you breathless and that was something that you do not believe you could ever get used to. 

“I love you,” You stated, your voice small. 

A wide smile took over Daniel’s face, “I love you.”

Daniel leaned down and placed his lips on yours. Your lips met in a heated passion, clumsy and heavy against one another. The thrusting made it almost impossible to properly kiss one another. But, it was perfect. You moaned into Daniel’s mouth as he continued to thrust into your tight heat. 

You were so close. You could feel the warmth burning in your lower belly, your orgasm attempting to claim your body. 

“Danny, I am close,” you whined. 

Your back arched from the mattress below you, and you released all over Daniel, as he continued to chase his orgasm. A breathless scream forced itself from your throat. Everything was overwhelming and too much, but still not enough. You clawed at Daniel’s back, leaving angry red marks, as your orgasm lingered.

“Fuck, baby. I am going to come in the perfect pussy of yours,” Daniel moaned as he increased his speed before releasing into you. Being sure that his cum was deep in your before pulling out. 

As his cum began leaking out of you, Daniel pressed it back in, “Don’t want to lose any of that.”

You moaned as Daniel chuckled at your reaction. 

“Lando, I know you have been craving to taste her, so why don’t you come over here,” Daniel said, moving to lay next to you. 

You had almost forgotten that Lando was in the room when Daniel brought your attention back to him. You watched as Lando hopped from the chair and made his way over to the bed. He slowly crawled up to you until his mouth hovered over your pussy. He winked before trailing his tongue up your pussy. Lapping up Daniel’s cum mixed with your release. Lando moaned, burying his face deeper between your legs. His tongue fucking into you. 

“Lando,” you moaned. Rocking your hips against his face. Your fingers tangled in his curls. 

Lando’s nose nudged against your clit and he continued to eat you out. 

“You taste so good, sweetheart,” Lando mumbled between your thighs. He was relentless as he sucked your clit. Moaning as he did so, the vibrations caused your eyes to roll to the back of your head. 

You could not keep your hips still as you rode his face. The pleasure was the only thing consuming your mind. 

“I am going to come, Lando,” you cried. 

Lando doubled his efforts with the clear objective of bringing you over the edge. It did not take long before you were coming again. Crying out Lando’s name as you pulled on his hair. 

Lando rested his head on your thigh, as he looked up at you. His hand delicately traced random designs on your hip. 

“You are so beautiful when you come,” he whispered against your skin. 

“Isn’t she, though you already knew that,” Daniel joked but there was no heat behind his words. 

Lando chuckled. 

“Do you want to fuck her?” Daniel asked Lando. 

Lando gasped, “Please.”

Without the energy to speak you began to grab at Lando, forcing him up from between your legs. Once face to face, Lando leaned down to press his lips to yours, a sweet and gentle kiss. He reached up to brush the hair from your face. 

“Beautiful,” he whispered.  

“Lando, fuck me please,” you quietly begged. 

With a glance over to Daniel, Lando slowly guided his member into you, filling you up in ways that were different from Daniel. You began panting as soon as he was fully inside of you. You were desperate for more. You began to swivel your hips against his, hoping to persuade him to give you more. You needed more, and Lando was more than willing to give it to you. 

Landon gave in to your wishes and began pumping in and out of you. Lando leaned down so your chests were pressed together; driving his cock deeper into you. Being completely spent, your hands found purchase on his shoulders. Your nails dug into the skin there, which was sure to leave red marks. The thought of your imprints on his skin was extremely appealing to you. You wanted him to be marked up by you. You craved it. It meant even when this night was over he would still have you on his skin. With a turn of your head, you were tucked into the crook of his neck. You had a wide expanse of skin to play with. Biting and sucking any place your mouth could reach. You wanted everyone to know that he was with someone even if nobody would know it was you. The thought of him getting all embarrassed that his neck was covered in bruises spurred you on. 

“Fuck,” Lando muttered, as you continued to mark him up. His hips snapping against yours at an unforgiving pace. 

“Do you like that? Me leaving hickeys all over you. Claiming you as mine,” you taunted breathlessly. 

Lando fucked deeper into you as he moaned. The sound of your bodies coming together traveled around the room. You attempted to meet him with every thrust, chasing another orgasm. Sweat began to bead on his forehead and his curls damp from his efforts. His tan skin was flush. You tried to drink all of him in, attempting to commit this moment to memory. 

The pleasure was building and you were back on the cusp, “I am going to come,” you moaned 

“Are you going to come for me again, sweetheart?” Lando whispered as he leaned back to look at you. 

You nodded your head, too exhausted to form words. 

Lando gave you one of his signature smiles before picking up his pace even more. He dropped one of your legs to rub your clit. Lando made sure to match his thrusts with his hand. You writhed against his slick body. Your legs began to quiver and your toes buckled. 

“Let go, sweetheart,” Lando prompted. 

Your body convulsed with pleasure. Your mouth was ripped open with silent screams as your orgasm took over your body. Your pussy clenched around Lando as you released around him. 

As your body became lax, Lando pulled out from your heat. A groan falls from your lips. Already miss Lando being inside of you. 

With a couple of strokes and his face screwed up in pleasure, Lando released on your stomach with a moan. Before either of you could react, Daniel collected some of Lando’s cum on his fingers bringing them up to your mouth.  Forcing you to clean his fingers, licking all of Lando’s cum from them. It was filthy in every way you love. 

“Fuck,” Lando whispered as he watched Daniel feed you his release. 

You lay back on the bed, absolutely spent. Lando collapsed beside you, his arm slung over your torso. He leaned over to press a delicate kiss to your lips. 

“Gosh, you are perfect,” he whispered. You chuckled breathlessly in response. 

With a gentle kiss pressed to your forehead, Daniel got up and made his way to the bathroom. You snuggled further into Lando’s arms. 

“Let me clean you up,” Daniel said gently. You groaned but moved so Daniel could clean the drying cum from your stomach and the mess between your thighs. 

Daniel tossed the wet towel on the floor before crawling into bed on the side not occupied by Lando. Planting a sweet, loving kiss on your lips.

“Thank you,” you whispered before letting sleep consume you. 

When morning came around you were still wrapped in Daniel’s and Lando’s arms. Surprisingly, Daniel was already awake. 

“Good morning,” he whispered, his features soft from sleep.

“Mmmm,” you responded.

Daniel laughed as he kissed you. Gently biting your bottom lip. His hands running up your side. You moaned against his lips. Pressing your chest to his. His fingers trailed down your body until he reached your core. Slowly trailing over your clit. Brushing it but not giving you enough of what you wanted. 

“More, Danny,” you begged. Thrusting up in the hopes of getting more. 

“Started without me,” Lando whispered against your neck. 

You gasped, turning to look at Lando before pressing your lips to his. Delicately biting at your bottom lip. Before he began leaving a trail of gentle kisses down your neck until he reached your breasts. Licking and sucking at the soft mounds, adding to the marks that were left over from the night before. You weaved your fingers into his disheveled curly hair as he took your nipple in his mouth and his hand making sure the other got the same attention. 

Shallow moans tumbled from your mouth as Daniel finally inserted his fingers into you. Gently pumping in and out of you. The sounds of your wet heat broke through the hazy morning air. Daniel leaned down so his mouth was hovering over the nipple Lando was playing with, he flicked out his tongue to take Lando’s pointer finger in his mouth. Releasing it with a pop and a wink before taking your abandoned bud in his mouth. 

The sight alone was enough to have you writhing against the two of them as your orgasm racked over your body. 

Once the shocks of your orgasm stopped, Daniel and Lando kneeled beside you and took their cocks into their own hands. Slick with precum, they began stroking themselves with the desperate need to get off. And you got the pleasure of laying back and watching the two most gorgeous men you had the privilege of being with get off to you. 

Their muscles flexed with each stroke, their bottom lip tucked under their teeth, and their curls stuck to their forehead. With a groan, both men reached their peak and painted your chest with their cum. Daniel and Lando smiled down at you as their post-orgasm bliss hit. 

“A perfect way to wake up,” you giggled. 

Daniel and you hopped in the shower before Lando took his turn. Daniel lent Lando some clothes so he would not be seen walking the halls in last night's outfit. If you were being honest, seeing Lando in your boyfriend’s clothes was kind of hot. 

As you were finishing up your morning routine Lando stuck his head in the bathroom. 

“I am taking off,” he said, looking delicious in Daniel’s clothes. 

You dropped the moisturizer onto the counter and turned to fully face Lando. You walked over to where he stood and pulled him into a hug, kissing him as you did so. The moment was tender and full of unspoken words. You wanted to convey every emotion and feeling into the kiss. You were going to miss him. 

“Thank you,” you smiled, “have a safe flight.”

Lando smiled down at you. He kissed you one last time before he pulled away. 

“Until next time.”

“Until next time,” you repeated. 

As you returned to what you were doing. You heard Daniel and Lando say goodbye to one another though they will be flying to Mexico together. 

After the door closed Daniel made his way into the bathroom. He sat on the counter to finish watching you. 

“I cannot believe I have to go home,” you sighed. 

“I know, but we will see each other soon.”

“Not soon enough.”

Daniel gathered you into his arms. The love you felt for him was overwhelming and though it was going to be tough being away from him you knew he would return to you the moment he could. You will have this perfect weekend to keep you company until you can see him again.

Part 4

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[dreamsontheirway]

Proven Me Wrong | S.R.

Summary: Reader hates their glasses, so they opt to go visionless for a day. Spencer won't let that happen. Warnings: None Word Length: 1.1k

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Grabbing your belongings from your passenger seat, you opened your car door and stepped into the dimly lit parking garage. You began trudging towards the exit, squinting your eyes as you went.

You had completely forgotten to pick up a new batch of contact lenses over the weekend, and now you were forced to deal with the consequences. You hated wearing your glasses to work, so you opted to just not have your full range of vision for the day. It's just one day, you had thought.

It's not that you didn't like your glasses; they were relatively fashionable. You just always felt that you weren't taken as seriously when you had your glasses. Due to the heavy prescription resulting in the lenses having to be quite thick, it exemplified the size of your eyes and you felt made you look significantly younger.

Traipsing into the BAU office and arriving at your desk, you placed your belongings down. You noticed the teetering tower of case files that were newly piled onto your desk. Coffee, you thought. You needed coffee first before beginning to even consider the sheer number of files that you needed to complete.

Upon entering the kitchenette area, you beelined to the coffee maker were about to pour yourself a cup. You hadn't noticed, or rather hadn't seen, Spencer staring at you when you came in.

"Hi," he spoke, startling you. "Did you not see me? I already prepared you a cup."

He handed you a steaming mug of the bitter liquid. You could smell the cream and caramel syrup he had already added for you. Your favorite.

"Sorry, thank you," you smiled at him, his face blurry and doubling from your lack of vision prescription. Despite your current impairment, you could see a smile ghost his face.

You two wordlessly made your way back to the bullpen, and you placed your steaming cup at your desk.

"Did you get the same amount as me?" You asked, referring to the towering pile of case files mounted on your desk. "This is going to take forever."

Spencer's brow creased before he hummed and spoke, "I got about the same. I can take a few from you."

You waved your hand at him. "No, no," you brushed him off, "I can do it."

Spencer ignored you then, grabbing a handful of your case files and taking them to his desk.

"Spence," you laughed, astonished at his tenacity.

"It's fine. I can finish just these in less than a half hour anyways." He never intended his remarks about his quick reading and high IQ to sound conceited, but it sort of came with the territory.

"Well, thank you." You appreciated the help and sat down to complete your remaining files.

It was nearing lunchtime, and your completed pile had finally started to catch up with your uncompleted. Despite the small victory, you still struggled. You were in pain; the space behind your eyes burning. After squinting for nearly 4 hours due to your lack of clear vision, the eye strain had completely taken over your every thought.

You rubbed at your eyes, and seriously considered asking Spencer for the eye drops that you knew he had stashed in one of his desk drawers. You and Spencer had been together a fair while now, and he knew you wore contacts, but he had never seen you in your glasses. You didn't think he would think anything bad of you, necessarily, but something in your gut still caused insecurity to bubble up.

"Are you alright?" Spencer appeared beside you then, placing a hand on your shoulder. "I can take a couple more of your files if you'd like."

You shook your head, not wanting Spencer to do any more of your work for you. You already felt guilty enough about the ones he had snatched from earlier.

"Nah," you dismissed, "My eyes are just tired. I ran out of contacts and forgot to pick up more."

"Why aren't you just wearing your glasses, then?" Spencer was confused, his brow furrowed in perplexity. He did not understand why you wouldn't want to see your work, if you had the ability to. As far as he knew, your glasses were still fully functional. He had never seen them on you, but he knew enough to know that you owned some.

You sighed, realizing you would have to share your insecurity with him. You hated confusing Spencer, and the crease on his forehead resulting from pure puzzlement made you feel guilty.

"I just," you started, looking to see if any of your fellow agents were around. "I don't like the way they look on me."

"But," Spencer's brow was still scrunched. "Don't you need to see your work? I don't understand why you wouldn't wear them if it meant you could complete your work comfortably."

You exhaled, frustrated. You loved Spencer, but sometimes he did not understand your insecurities. He was so factual and logical, and most days you loved that about him. However, sometimes it was hard to express your feelings and have him understand you.

You thought of a way to explain this to him so that he would understand.

"I'm insecure about them. I," you considered your next words. "I worry that they make me look unprofessional. And you haven't seen me in them; what if you think I look hideous?"

Spencer laughed, and it warmed your insides, both with love and with irritation.

"It's not funny!"

"No, no it isn't," Spencer cooed. "I'm sorry. It's just that I would never think you looked bad in anything, let alone hideous. It seems silly to me that you wouldn't just wear them if it meant that you could see your files."

You appreciated his words, but you humphed dramatically anyway. Your facade had been foiled by the intelligent young man.

"Fine," you muttered, digging through your bag for your glasses case. You found the leather-bound object and opening it, you pulled out your black, thick rimmed glasses and slipped them on your face. You hummed, the feeling of finally being able to see the world around you clearly was soothing.

Spencer looked at you; he just stared. You shifted uncomfortably, staring up at him through the newly placed glasses on your nose.

Spencer noticed your shifting and was quick to say something. "I think you look absolutely ravishing."

You laughed then, and said, "I think that's a bit dramatic."

Spencer shook his head, "No, it's true. I didn't think you could get more beautiful, but you've proven me wrong."

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[jazzyoranges]

Wants and Needs

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

Summary: Wednesday gets jealous. she pegs you for funsies

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: g!p reader, pegging, strap-on (R receiving), anal, rimming (dw you wash your ass), overstimulation, possessive Wednesday, spanish/italian pet names and phrases, implied werewolf!R, Weds calls you puppy a lot, implied breeding kink, probably ooc Wednesday

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“Cucciola.”

“Wednesday? What happened? Are you alright?”

“Home. Need… need you now.” Wednesday stumbles into your chest, wrapping her arms around you waist

“Love, how much have you had to drink?”

“D-Doesn’t matter.” The Addams practically growls into your shoulder

“We can’t do anything while you’re intoxicated, Wednesday. C’mon, le-“ your girlfriend pulls you into a searing kiss. She tugs at the nape of your neck, forcing you to grab at her waist to steady yourself

You faintly taste bourbon on her lips as she squeezes the skin just above your pants. Wednesday’s kisses are filled with lust, and something else you can’t exactly pinpoint. When your girlfriend finally pulls away, your lips are swollen due to Wednesday not-so-casually biting them every few seconds. She pulls you into another kiss, and you can’t help but follow her lead

The loud music, the lights, the dancing people, you had no idea why Wednesday even decided to go to a college party in the first place. That said, you’re getting a horny girlfriend out of the experience, so who can really complain? Definitely not you that’s for sure

“W-Wednesday…” You mumble into her lips

“Do you know how long that vampire has been looking at you?” She whispers but somehow you can hear her over the noise You try to turn away to scan your surroundings but Wednesday takes your chin in her hand so your attention is only on her

“She doesn’t deserve your gaze, puppy. Only I am allowed to look at you with lustful eyes.”

“I only have my sights on you, Wednesday,” you kiss her cheek “I promise I’d never look at another woman like how I look at you”

“Infidelity is not something I worry about in our relationship. Perhaps I should carve out her brain so she’ll never be able to have another inappropriate thought about you…” Wednesday mutters the last sentence to herself, but you start getting worried. If both of you don’t leave instantly the night will definitely end in blood. And not the kinky kind

“How about we go home, my love? Maybe a party wasn’t the best of ideas, I apologize”

“No, no. This night has given me the opportunity for me to truly claim you as mine.”

“Alright, let go home now, darling” You sling Wednesday’s arm around your shoulder, leading her to the exit of the apartment. You don’t notice the nasty glare she gives to the vampire

It takes… a considerable amount of time for Wednesday to walk down the 2 flights of stairs considering her stumbling. You opt to carry her halfway down the first set of stairs. Luckily you didn’t park too far from the apartment

You didn’t think it took too long to get to your shared apartment, but a certain Addams definitely had different ideas when she pushed you against the door with lust in her eyes

“Bedroom, now.” Wednesday mumbles in between bites to your neck

“My love, you-“

“You asked me to be your girlfriend on October 15th, 3:24am. I am sober enough to make love to you, cara mia.” Your girlfriend continues to bite and lick your neck, slowly guiding you to your shared bedroom

Wednesday doesn’t waste any time taking off your pants and boxers, revealing your erect penis. You were far too into being dominated than you’d like to admit. Only looking away for a second to take off your shirt, Wednesday already had a black strap-on attached to her hips

Stroking the faux cock with lube, your breath hitches at the sheer length and thickness of it

…Did Wednesday always have that?

“A-Aren’t you going to prep me first?”

“Hm, I’m sure you can take it raw, mi sol.” Your girlfriend presses a kiss to a quickly forming hickey on your neck

“But I suppose I could humor you.” Before you know what’s happening, Wednesday’s tongue is in your ass, and you don’t know how to feel about it

All uncertainties leave your head when she replaces her tongue with a finger. The sensation is new to you and it sends shivers up your spine when she starts to thrust, making you let out an almost pornographic moan. Wednesday enjoys how you’re clenching around her

One finger turns into two and you’re practically in heaven. Usually you were the one that did most of the moving, but having your very hot girlfriend fuck you in a place you’d never been fucked was absolutely melting your brain

“You’re ready, cucciola.”

“W-Wednesday!” You whimper when your girlfriend lifts up your hips and makes you hook your knees around her hips. Sometimes you forget short people can be strong

“Mi sol, tan asombrosa.” Wednesday eases herself into your asshole, and you practically sing at the intrusion. She watches your eyes roll in satisfaction with the tiniest smile on her face. The Addams should’ve indulged in her fantasies much sooner

You were a mess, to say the very least. You were happy with being a service top. Pleasing Wednesday, it made you happy knowing your girlfriend felt good. But this… this was a new sensation you’d love to get used to. If this was Wednesday’s way of slutting you out it was most definitely working

Truly, the Addams wished she could feel the silicone cock being squeezed by your tight asshole. But alas, your noises and reactions were enough to calm Wednesday’s nerves about the party. Only she was able to turn you into a moaning whore. Her slow thrusts became faster, and you’re basically a bumbling whimpering mess when your hole clenches around her cock

Perhaps this was what Wednesday felt when you topped. You’ve never felt so fucking full in your life. Her dick was practically incinerating your guts in the best way possible. To make make matters worse, you felt a familiar feeling bubble up in your lower stomach when Wednesday started to stroke your drooling cock while fucking your ass with even more fervor

The next words Wednesday utters make tears prick at your eyes

“Hold it, puppy.”

“Wednesday, please…” You whine with no avail

“Hold it.” Your girlfriend roughly slaps your ass, leaving a red mark. When you moan she does it again. And again. And again until you’re on the edge of crying. From the pleasure? From the pain? You can’t really tell over the stench of sex wafting around your shared room

Thankfully your girlfriend isn’t fully evil like she thinks

“Cum for me, cara mia.”

Doing as she says, long ropes of cum release from your hardened cock. You’ve never cum so much in your life, and you don’t want to admit that you’re a little disappointed it’s being put to waste on your stomach instead of in your beautiful girlfriend

Wednesday notices this, deciding to lap up the copious amounts of cum off your stomach. After the mind-blowing orgasm you just had, all you wanted to do was return the favor. You try to get up but unfortunately Wednesday pushes you down

“This is about you, mi sol.” The Addams sighs at the salty taste of your cum. When she’s finished, you wipe the excess off her chin and take a taste for yourself

“Thank you, Wednesday.” You bring your girlfriend closer to you, cuddling into her naked chest while pulling the blankets over your shoulders

“Qualsiasi cosa per te, tesoro mio.” Wednesday leaves a kiss on your forehead as you drift off to sleep

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cucciola - puppy

mi sol, tan asombrosa - my sun, so amazing

cara mia - my darling

qualsiasi cosa per te, tesoro mio - anything for you, my darling

(all google translated, pls cut me some slack lol)

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[lingerina]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 // day eight

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 ➛ voyeurism 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ➛ gp!yujin (ive) x fem!reader 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ➛ 1.5k 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ➛ degradation, spanking, choking, dirty talk, tummy bulge, squirting, multiple orgasms, creampie 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ➛ one fateful look into your window evolves into a routine of ruined boxers and a trash full of used tissues nearly every night. 𝐀/𝐍 ➛ i blacked out for this one lol. i didn’t intend for it to be this long but 😮‍💨🤌🏼 i hope y’all enjoy.

Having your apartment unit across from her was a blessing and a curse for Ahn Yujin.

As a sleep-deprived and overworked college student, she typically drew her curtains closed in the early evening because sunlight was the bane of her existence. Any type of light, really. She preferred the warm light of her desk lamp that barely stretched through all four corners of her room, but even darkness was her best friend.

One that’s equivalent to the devil on her shoulder that told her to sleep when she’s dozing off in the midst of studying.

She did end up falling asleep once, and had woken up when nightfall had long made its arrival. The first thing she did upon getting up was shuffle towards the window to close her curtains, but found herself rooted to the floor when she discovered the silhouette of two people through the sheer curtains on the other side of the building. 

They were fooling around in bed. Getting a somewhat censored show for free had definitely woken her up, along with the raging boner protruding from her boxers. Watching the shadow of a phallus disappear into the woman sprawled on her back, observing the way her legs rise and wrap around the other’s waist to pull her closer, filled Yujin’s head with images that she wished were more than just a daydream.

And it occurred almost every night.

Two silhouettes through sheer curtains.

Except it seemed like a new person was being brought home each time, and Yujin wished she was amongst the lucky handful.

Just when she thought she could get away with jacking off to a neighbor getting dicked down, the sheer curtains in their unit were fully open one random night. Panicked, Yujin swiftly drew her own curtains closed but peeked through between them out of curiosity.

To discover that it was you, the pretty neighbor that she frequently passed by on the way to school. The pretty neighbor who also frequented the café down the block from university. The pretty neighbor that started greeting her due to the dozens of run-ins over the course of two months.

To discover that you were the needy slut who brought home different people to sleep with.

Yujin desperately wished for her turn. If it wasn’t already a routine to watch then, it was definitely a routine now. 

You were bold to have sheer curtains, but you’d grown even bolder to have them open for potential lurkers to see. A few partners seemed concerned about it, but you somehow persuaded them to continue forth.

And then it seemed like you were doing it on purpose.

It seemed like you were doing it on purpose when one morning, Yujin threw her curtains open and caught a delectable view of you getting dressed. Having a full-length mirror against the wall opposite of your window was a gift–a feast–for her eyes as her gaze traced over your naked breasts and pert nipples, typically littered with fresh bruises and marks from your rendezvous the previous night. She got a view of your cute ass whenever you slipped a skirt on and turned your hips to look at your own reflection.

It became a struggle to suppress the urge to march up to you and fuck you against the wall every time you greeted her. She saw right through that gorgeous smile of yours. That in your pretty little head, resided the filthiest thoughts because why else would you get run through by half the women on campus and willingly put it on display for onlookers?

Ten minutes ago, Yujin was caught staring into your bedroom window as you were undressing.

Ten minutes ago, she had watched you scribble on a sheet of paper and held it up to your window.

Ten minutes ago, she went searching for the unit number that she saw on that paper.

And now, the reserved and studious Ahn Yujin has you bent over your small dining table, her cock pummeling your aching cunt and earning throaty moans from your kiss-swollen lips. You claw at the surface of the table, grunting as each thrust lurched your body upwards, forcing your tits to drag over the cold surface. Neither of you exchange anything more than a ‘hello’ and a ‘good morning’, so hearing her mutter the most degrading things in your ear causes you to drip even more.

“Such a pretty little whore,” she remarks between gritted teeth, one hand squeezing your hip while the other frequently swings down on your reddened ass. “Can’t get enough dick, huh?”

“You’ve–augh!–been watching me?”

You yelp when her palm lands on your burning cheek once more. She pauses to slink her arm around you, drag her hand up the valley of your breasts, and wrap around the base of your neck. With her chest pressed against your back, the feathery touch of her lips on the junction of your neck sends a chill down your spine.

“Don’t play dumb with me.”

The combination of her sliding out to slam back in, her hand striking your ass thrice, and her fingers squeezing at your throat has your eyes rolling back and shutting. 

“You know damn well you had your shit open for everyone on the block to see. Why so?”

Her words go in one ear and out the other, even if she’s saying it to you right there. “Not enough dick in the world for you? This little pussy-”

You wail when she grabs at your naked cunt still stuffed full of her dick, your engorged clit pulsing against her touch.

“-isn’t getting stretched out enough?”

The force of her grip on your neck drags you off the table and straightens you up. 

Your first impression of Yujin, a colleague that you frequently pass by, was definitely not that she is handsy or rough. Gentle or reserved, but not aggressive and… mean.

Your mouth falls open as her massive cock is shoved back in, stretching you open unlike anyone else, and filling in the deepest crevices that you didn’t think could be reached. She palms at your lower belly, and you moan at being beyond full.

“Feel that?,” she chuckles. “Greedy little whore.”

Keeping her hand in place, she tests another turn, thrusting upwards and nearly bursting at the feeling of her dick bulging against your tummy. She’s fucking your brains out, rendering you speechless and mindless. Not a thought runs through your head, which feels light as a cloud. You only muster choked moans and whiny pleas as she has you under her mercy.

This could be a once in a lifetime opportunity for her. She finally gets to experience this in person, and not just as a show through her window.

She’s going to play out all her fantasies, even if it will take her all night.

She pins you on your back on the table, and you make a mess. Your release puddles on the surface beneath you, spattering all over her pelvis and dripping to the floor. It’s plentiful, filthy, and glorious.

She moves you to the couch, and it doesn’t take long for you to create the same scene.

When you finally make it to your bed, when you think you can’t possibly have any more to give, she pulls out and gets drenched once more in your squirt. She didn’t think a view so lewd and filthy could be so pretty. 

Your words slur when her cock runs through you again. Only this time, the priority is her. She pushes your legs up and subjects your aching cunt through another round. You have reached the brink multiple times and she’s now dangerously close to hers. The advantage of you barely recovering is your walls closing so tightly on her, suctioning her in and creating the most friction for her veiny girth.

Your back arches as she bottoms out. She hugs your thighs against her chest, pinning herself in the depths of your pussy as her load fills you. A few shallow thrusts force every drop back into you, bringing you to ecstasy as she reaches hers. You gently press a hand to your lower tummy, a brief bulge of her cockhead fucking you brainless serving as a reminder that only Ahn Yujin can satiate your needs.

That your high sex drive can finally get a few days of rest and recovery.

When Yujin slowly removes her softened cock, her cum spills out of you. It dawns on her the damage that she’s done to you: her marks atop the faded ones of others, the cum that stains your sheets and all the other places she’s ruined you in, the tremble of your thighs, and the fucked out pleasure on your pretty face.

She admires her work until your eyes slowly flutter open, and you peer up at her with a small smile.

Since then, your curtains have remained closed. What happens between you and Yujin stays between you and Yujin, leaving just your silhouettes through the sheer curtains being the only preview for any curious onlookers to see.

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[hrtsdevils]

you made me love the number forty-three | fall to me au

summary: a close-knit bond is formed between luke hughes and y/n l/n throughout the years. they have their ups and downs, but they’ll always be there for one another.

pairing: platonic luke hughes x family friend!reader

wc: 1564

warnings: fuck ass bob

a/n this is based off of abby by gracie abrams, and it’s very dear to my heart! pretend that luke wasn’t committed to umich 2 years before he graduated… for the plot! sorry jack’s kind of a meanie, i love him!!! i swear!! it just fits w the lyrics <3 enjoy and thanks for reading!

tell me your secrets, ask every question. my door is open twenty-four/seven. think you were made from something in heaven. you made me love the number eleven forty-three.

october 2008-september 2010

Your family had known the Hughes family for as long as you could remember. Your mother had played soccer at the University of New Hampshire with Ellen, and she was the first person to cheer her on once hockey season started. This allowed them to form a close bond over their four years of eligibility. The Hughes family travelled a bit around the country due to the careers of Ellen and Jim, but as soon as they settled in Toronto with their seven, five, and three-year-old sons, your mother followed suit with five-year-old you and your eight-year-old older brother.

The older two boys in each family started hockey, and Jack was soon to follow. This left you and little Luke to hang out in the care of Ellen, and occasionally your mom. At first, you loved him, he was like your personal baby doll that you could drag around, dress up, and have tea parties with. Luke didn’t usually object, except for that one incident where you tried to make him wear “clip-clops”, as you called them, to which he had a temper tantrum about the sheer idea of putting them on his feet.

As you grew older, Luke wanted less to do with you and your girly things and more to do with hockey, along with whatever else the boys were doing. Although normal of him, you still felt betrayed. What can you say; you were seven years old. To try and make you fit in, Luke took craft scissors to your long, wavy hair and cut it to look like the boys. Maybe you’d have looked better if you had a pixie cut done by a professional salon, however, he was slightly less than and you came out with the same shaggy haircut as the five-year-old. You ran to your mom immediately, about to cry of embarrassment.

“Mommy, something bad happened!” You screeched, interrupting her conversation with Ellen and catching the attention of the three boys.

Covering her mouth slightly, Ellen was the first to speak, “Oh, sweetie.. what happened?” She reached out to touch your now chin-length locks and brushed a few stray longer hairs out of your eyes.

“Luke cut it, so I could play hockey with them.” You gesture towards the boys, “And now I... I look like him!” You exclaimed out of horror, finally realizing the drastic nature of your actions.

You started to tear up before your mother cut in, “Baby, you both look adorable! It’ll grow out soon, don’t worry about it.”

You were still seething for the rest of the day, and you were plotting your revenge plan on Luke for weeks. You wanted to kill him, and had been ignoring him since that very moment.

You figured your life was over, and what better way to spend your final moments pretending Luke didn’t exist after what he’d done to you. You decided that he was public enemy #1, or at least that’s what he was until you looked in the mirror, albeit a month or two later, and your hair had grown out into a short bob, framing your sweet features beautifully. You started to feel better about it.

Later that day, you went up to your mom and curled up in her lap. “Do you think Luke and I will ever get along again?” You asked while she was reading a book.

Your mother sighed and smiled at you, “You and the boys just have different interests. When you get older, things will be different and you’ll be even closer.”

december 2015

Your mom was right, although you and Luke were pretty far in age, he was practically your baby brother and best friend. You were close, despite differing interests and he would confide in you on a regular basis. One particular night, Luke rode his bike down the sidewalk in the cold, snowy winter and knocked on the window to your first-story bedroom.

You immediately let him in, then asked him what was wrong. Ten-year-old Luke pulled you into a hug and started spilling out his feelings and secrets. “Jack’s so rude!” He exclaimed into your shoulder, “He thinks he’s so much better at everything! Hockey, Mario Kart, basketball, all of it.”

“And?” You inquired, “Just ignore him, Lukey.”

He sniffed some more and released himself from your arms, “He keeps excluding me from his friends and stuff, they’re over and he pretends I don’t exist because I’m not good.” He wiped his nose and sat on the carpeted floor by your bed, “Quinn’s not home, he’s at a tournament with Mom.” He attempted to clarify why Quinn couldn’t stop, although you already knew because your brother was with them.

You frowned, “That’s not cool of him.” You quickly shot a text message to Jim saying Luke came over here to hang out, so nobody got worried. “Are you hungry?”

He nodded, and you offered to make some Kraft mac and cheese. “Feel free to listen to music or something, love you.” You slipped out the door and went to make him some dinner.

Since you were little, you knew for certain that you’d always be there for him and now you knew you’d always look out for him, whenever he needed it. Even if one day he’d be more able to protect himself than you ever could, today you would refrain from marching over to the Hughes residence and getting in a physical fight with Jack.

march 2020

It was almost your eighteenth birthday, so you were visiting home to hang out with your parents, the Hughes’, and a few other hometown friends. You entered the front door to your house after catching up with your friend over coffee to see your parents and the Hughes’ bent over Luke and his laptop. “What’s up?” You question, hanging up your big, puffy jacket.

“We’re waiting for my UMich college acceptance letter, they sent them out today.” He said, nervously. You could tell by the shakiness of his voice.

You joined them at the table, “Don’t be silly, Lukey. You know that they’ve already expressed interest in you and your game.” He smiled a little as you ruffled his hair, and sat down at the chair to the right of him.

“I wish Jack and Quinn were here.” Luke sighed and scratched his head, “Jack promised he’d call, but I think he’s busy.”

You frowned for him, you knew how much closer he and Jack had become in the last few years, but they’d drifted again when Jack moved to New Jersey last year. A part of you wished Jack had gone to college and stayed closer, but you and Luke knew he was too good for the NHL to wait on. “I’m sure he’ll call soon, bub. Give it a little bit.”

After about twenty minutes of refreshing and chatting, the letter from the University of Michigan popped up. It was nerve-wracking. Luke had already been accepted into a few safety schools that wanted him on their hockey teams, but he really wanted to follow in Quinn’s footsteps and go to Michigan. Luke’s cursor hovered over the email for a few moments before clicking it, and to nobody’s surprise, it was an acceptance letter. Everybody cheered, but you seemed the most excited (besides Luke, of course.)

“Luke!” You squealed, hugging the boy from the side as tight as possible, “You did it!”

He hugged you back, “Thanks for supporting me, and letting me sleep on your floor.. and buying me food all the time.” He chuckled, “Couldn’t have done it without you, sissy.”

present day

It was Luke and Jack’s day off, as they had zero games scheduled for the next few days. You had come to visit them to watch a few games, and you were staying at their apartment. It wasn’t a rare occurrence that you came and watched their games, stayed in the guest bedroom of their Hoboken apartment, and hung out with their team and whatever WAGs were joining them. But today it was just you and Luke, chilling on the couch and watching ‘Elf’.

“Remember last November when we went to New York?” You recalled while watching Buddy run through the city. Luke turned the TV down and grinned.

He nodded, “Yeah, good times. And we ate so much chocolate that you almost threw up.”

“That wasn’t because of the chocolate,” you objected, “it was because you were making me laugh so hard my organs hurt.”

Luke snorted as he remembered the vacation and the hotel room you guys stayed in. It was a spontaneous trip on a week when he was injured to try and cheer him up. You guys sat all night judging random music albums and your boyfriend at the time. It was all just a part of a collection of memories you loved to revisit, a photo album in your head.

“God, I can’t believe how old we’re getting.” You said, a tone of sadness. “You used to fit on my shoulders, and now I think you might break them if I tried to give you another piggyback ride.” You laughed softly.

“I’m grateful that our moms raised us two houses down.” Luke threw a piece of popcorn at your face.

You threw it back, “I’m grateful I get to know you.” You stated, a smile gracing your features.

i’m right here. fall to me, to me. fill your head with sweet dreams, sweet dreams. you’d never hurt a thing, nothing. i hope you know to talk to me.

end

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[miguel-ohara-wifey]

Spiderverse men when they catch you masterbating

Headcanons

Rating: 18+

Peter B Parker

-Peter’s always been a competent lover, although he’s had his doubts about his performance before. It wasn’t anything you two couldn’t work through. All things considered your sex life is quite vanilla.

-You’ve made attempts at kinks in the past but neither of you were feeling it at the time. You two just settled on your physical relationship wouldn’t be anything remarkable.

-That was ended one day when Peter came to your place early from Spider-Maning. He entered into the apartment not immediately making his presence known. He then heard your muffled moans and groans, and the intelligible shouting of a movie playing somewhere. Innocently presuming something must be wrong.

-He shoved his vision through a tiny crack in your doorway. Seeing your comforters pulled just above your hips, with one hand wiggling underneath as the other strangled your mouth shut.

-Adjusting his view, Peter spotted a man in the porno on the tv in your room. Covering a woman’s mouth, as he had her bent over a table. Teasing “Yeah you want them to hear us huh?”, as he started roughly planting himself inside of her. Taunting how loud she’s being, how he denies her the thrill of the being spotted like this. And based off of you simulating the man’s actions. You were fully into it.

-Peter should probably stop watching, but it was far too educational not to. He’s been searching for how to enrich your sex lives. But either nothing clicked or you simply were too embarrassed.

-Soon his own length started an ache as he watched you so excited to being silenced by a a grip on your mouth. To be bent over a table in front of clear windows, easily noticeable by passerby’s. He knew exactly how to make you feel even better now, be pleasured the way you deserve. He figured now was the time to make himself known.

-He bangs his fist against the wood of the door twice, signaling his entrance into the room. As you heard his voice bounce off the walls of your place. You rushed to the remote, pressing the button which reduces the scene of the porno to black. Shooting a look at him wide eyed trying to play off what, even if he didn’t see, what he definitely already heard.

-He grins with an obvious erection in his pants, pushing the door completely open. Taunting how this is why you go to the video store so often. The heat of embarrassment dwarfs the heat of arousal your body held just moments ago.

-Moments after he climbs into bed with you, trailing his left fingers along the left side of your jawline. Planting a quick kiss on your mouth.

“Let’s go to the dining room honey…got a surprise for you.”

Miguel O’Hara

-Miguel and you have always been adventurous, he’s down to try anything with you twice. Bondage, gaging, roleplay, spanking, biting, clawing, etc. He’s all for whatever keeps him in charge and makes you pleased.

-Never was that more apparent when he was drifting between sleep and wakefulness at 2 am. After a long day of working, he decided to check into bed alongside you. With the icy comforters and sheets enveloping him beside you, as his back faced you. His mind was cradled between trying to sleep and being awake. Blissfully on his way to slumber.

-Until he heard you huffing and sighing with next to no intervals in between. Pressing and depressing air from your lungs by sheer force, also as if you’re forgetting too due to something else.

-Then he feels your legs kicking in place under the cover of your shared blanket. Your muscles surely strained by the self imposed, in place exercise. You were clearly horny, and like someone with a headache trying to put a cold rag on there head. When headache medicine isn’t available. You don’t have Miguel’s dick to satiate it. So your fingers suffice.

-Miguel shots his grip towards your wrist, the one permitting pressure to be applied through your vagina. Before you can try to turn around, Miguel’s already on top of you. He’s pinned both your wrists at your sides, you huff previously excited breath across his cheeks. As he’s hovering above you, he inquires in Spanish what made you think that pussy belongs to you.

-You play into the role of the brat which Miguel can’t get enough of, his black boxers already tightening at your needy whining. You attempt to push and shove your way out of his grip. But he just tightens it, almost threatening to crush your dainty wrists compared to his almost Herculean strength.

-Despite the lightless room which boxed you two in, you can see his shit eating grin. Miguel adores when he bosses you around, he feels best when he’s in control. And such an attitude registers amazingly in the bed room. Sure his looks help, but goddamn does he know how to make being submissive feel even better.

-He erases the distance between his lips and your right ear, speaking in plain English. For you to ask nicely for him to fuck you. You don’t want the foreplay to end.

-So you resolve to keep squirming, feeling the wetness already spilled from your pussy to your pants rubbing against his bare thighs. As you tried to kick free. But his body weight itself is the cage, there’s no way to push him off.

-But the fact you tried makes his smile grow, as he whispers again with a chuckle at the start.

“Time to teach you a lesson about touching yourself without my permission Bebita…”

Hobie Brown

-Hobies never been the type to be insecure about your sex lives. Sure his career as a rockstar, his activism, and his usual spidermaning has pulled him away from you more times than he would’ve liked. But all and all it hasn’t damaged your relationship. Doesn’t help you get awfully lonely when he has to embark on a serious mission or concert without you.

-It’s you who gets insecure for the both of you in all honesty. How an accomplished rockstar, superhero, and champion of the people would pick you? After years of dating you’ve yet to deduce how in the sea of supermodels, celebrities, and fellow rockstars who’ve thrown themselves at Hobie. He pushed them all aside and pulled you out, choosing to stay with you. You can’t understand, sometimes it frustrates you.

-Manifesting when he was away again, and you tried to swirl your fingers at your g spot as he was gone. You imagined it was his fingers, expect thinner and shorter. And he’d actually be good at it. Sure you do your best to come by your own hands if hobie was unavailable. But you’re largely unsuccessful, and porn made by men isn’t entirely helpful. You try and try, your growing anger at yourself hits a breaking point.

-Growling like a pissed off puppy on the couch, grabbing a pillow beside you and throwing it at the window. Hobie got hit instead right as he came through, it smacked right on his palm as his spidey sense warned him moments before you threw it.

-You stood up and ran towards him, once he stood on the floor of your home days earlier than he said he’d be back. You hugged him, he chuckled patting your back. He asked if you missed him, you laugh off how of course you didn’t.

-He then spots the used vibrator on the floor, you had forgotten about it. Only when his eyes drew upward next to the couch. Did the memory set itself back into your skull. Before the embarrassment could hit you, like seconds before shock settles in after a punch in the gut.

-Hobie asks almost innocently if you know how, cause he can tell that vibrators looks barely used. And considering how easily you got up to hug him. Your body isn’t pleased at all. You solemnly admit to him, not able to look him in the eyes.

-He grins, taking your hand and heading to bed. Inquiring how he must be away too much for you to not know how to do this. You two have certainly had sex, fantastic sex. But it’s been so long since then, and the fact you’ve never learned how to get yourself off on your own.

-Hobie now feels obligated to teach you how, considering his life will only get busier. And for now you two will have to be apart for longer than he wishes. He’ll certainly help you through it in every way possible.

“Don’ worry love…I’ll help you out real nice.”

Spider-Man Noir

-Noir’s extremely attentive, almost overbearing in some ways. But you two were usually on the same page in regards to that. One day you come down with a flu, the worst one you’ve experienced in your life. You need to take off time from work cause your body’s functionally unable to do anything besides the bare necessities of life.

-You insisted to Noir you don’t need to be watched and can take care of yourself. His habit of overcompensating gets the better of him, and regardless stays with you for a few days on end.

-Doing your dishes for you, cooking for you (with your supervision naturally), and pressing you to stay in bed. Sure the cold was bad but you hate depending on others. Sure noir taught you how to trust and rely on other people. Cause if he can excel anywhere it’s helping people.

-However with your cutting headache, blistering coughs, and your nose being choked by snot. Your patience for his insecurity is thin. You bubble it up not to take it out on him. He’s just trying to help, but goddamn a few moments of privacy would be nice.

-You had to achieve such while protecting his feelings, you know how he’s spent a lot of his life alone. Weather out of unfortunate life circumstances or self-infliction. So the few people he has in his life, it’s hard for him to notice when he’s being clingy.

-Your plan now is to hide the tomato soup cans he bought you. And kindly ask him to get some more from the store. He promises he’ll be right back with the soups. As you then print off a list from your pencil to a paper. Telling him while he’s there might as well get everything else you need. He’s more than willing.

-Once he’s gone, you can finally satiate your horniness. Of course you two haven’t had sex since you’ve gotten sick. You didn’t want to pass around the cold, the last thing Spider-Man needs is to get sick. But you have a hot rod magazine under your bed just in these scenarios.

-Sure they’ll do in absence of your one and only, with your favorite page propped up on your pillow. The naked beautifully toned man staring back at you. As your fingers mined through the space between the walls of your vagina. On your back, with your eyes pushed as far back to keep your vision on the pornography.

-You take your time, having ensured on the list you got him stuff at the back of the store. Which will take him ages and the lines will surely add up in the time it takes.

-Noir bursts in halfway through, seeing everything. Your position, the magazine. Realizing with his detective skills, that you lied to get him to leave the house. You sit up and try to explain away. However, he takes it in stride how he was being overbearing. He sits on the edge of the bed as you get up to sit beside him. How you’re sorry you didn’t just say anything directly, and he promises to trust your word when he’s not needed.

“Thanks darlin, I know I can be…a lot…”

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[anantaru]

DAY 18 — OVERSTIMULATION

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including — gorou, lyney, alhaitham, kazuha

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, overstimulation, oral (fem! receiving), fingering, dom/sub dynamics, teasing, skilled genshin men

𖧡 — GOROU

subtle twitches— the very ones that conceal little hints of excitement that resonated over gorou's ears when he moves himself closer in between your parted thighs, the insides full on glistening with your arousal laced over your folds— and time had passed, surely it did, yet it didn't feel this way to you, not when gorou couldn't stop himself from being trapped within the warm wrap of your legs swaddled around his head.

he's obsessed with it, driven by it.

you're feverishly riding his tongue and keep him as close as possible, your gaze falling down through your tear-stricken lashes as you get a thunderous thrill out of his tongue pressing painfully against the spongy flesh of your folds, your bottom lip tied in between your sharp teeth to hold back on your quivering moans.

you're still too sensitive from the hour long drags of his tongue, really, just pleasure and pain, a ripple of galvanic stirs overloading your senses until you're quivering all over, his sloppy tongue teasing and prodding at your stimulated hole, attempting to push inside as your toes curl inwards, your back arching like a bow.

gorou always sucks so hard on your cunt that it feels like he's trying to draw your pending orgasm out through the sheer force of his mouth attached on your pussy, using your glossy arousal to lubricate his mouth further as he pushes past the aching ring of your slit at last, his nostrils flaring and jaw tightening due to immense concentration.

who knew the general was that good at this?

and gorou was so handsome, so pretty, when he swiftly returns a shy smile at you, pearly whites peaking from underneath his glimmering mouth, whilst his lips never leave your warm pussy and remain on top, because he was truly, utterly, hair-raisingly shameless when it got to pleasuring his perfection of a darling— he'd do anything for your hips to keep on wiggling and aching through timid ruts that would ultimately manifest into a desperate grind of your swollen sex battering his cheeks.

𖧡 — LYNEY

lyney casts a single glance down on your face and falls, head first, in love with you once again— straight from the shoulder, it doesn't matter to him how you look right now, because even though your mascara was cementing under your lower lashes, your eyes transpicuous with mellow tears slithering all over your warm cheeks the moment you whine out his name, it's still not of significant importance.

because for the magician himself, you're still and always will be— the most drop-dead gorgeous being on earth.

you're so good to him and he wants to pay you back for it, every touch and thrust of his thudding dick setting a path of electricity straight to the furthest part inside your ribbed walls and ending at the tip of his his cockhead curling up all nicely inside of you, adding his scent on all the right places that needed the most attention.

and lyney was becoming hungrier by the minute, rocking his length in and out of your pulsating pussy to smear your slick all over your squishy folds and clit, while teasing your nipples with one hand and never downgrading the brimming thrusts of his hips, not until your body was aching, the curves on your frame incandescent of a sharp glow, powered by alight beads of perspiration scattering over the shivers on your skin.

"fuck, so fucking hot, you're so fucking hot, my love,"

lyney's body seem to scream of thrill, indulging of the salacious puffiness on your cunt when you moan through a slacked jaw, step by step falling apart underneath his looming figure as your body suffers from an overstimulating sensation.

oh no, it's way way way too much now, you shiver and cry out his name, yet beg for lyney to continue, wince at the penetrative pressure getting so close that it squeezes the air from your lungs, the electrifying buzzes on your sensitivity move so fast they're unstoppable, it's too much, again, too much;

but it's so fucking perfect.

𖧡 — ALHAITHAM

alhaitham derives gleaming pleasure into your person, an exclaimed heat luxuriating across your face as you return his kiss grouped by rapture— and your boyfriend was outright intoxicated on the way you offered yourself to him so gracefully.

the more your thighs twitched apart and enclosed his waist— the more he convulses when pressing in and out of your glistening cunt, breaking waves of colliding grunts and whines that get swallowed by you both tangling your tongues as he gropes the flesh of your ass to tug and push you into his dripping erection even further.

for that passion that was set free within the confines of the perspiring room— there was also love, determination and the excitement to bring you close to the edge, it turned alhaitham more eager to fasten his blows on you, which, for someone who preferred to take the slowed route, when it came to this, fuck, this, he'd never end it with you being unsatisfied in his performance.

your fingers rummage at the back of alhaitham's shoulders as he kisses your neck before moving the pink muscle and drawing the flat of his tongue right behind your ear— his exhaled breathes were menacing on you, his hair all tousled and disheveled with a couple strands sticking on his dampened forehead, he looked utterly devilish, beautiful and handsome when he grunts in bliss.

shuddering and bucking, you jerk your hips up as you notice the perspiring pressure on your wet sex, something was suddenly different and your entire frame begins to twitch and shake whilst pressed underneath his bulky figure suffocating any form of distance on your bodies.

the most plausible reason for this being on how alhaitham precisely gyrated his hips to penetrate over the clenching base on your entrance, delving through the devious pleasure points in your sensitivity as he explores the totality of your soaking wet walls, the sum of his moments decorated by the heavenly noises slithering from the tip of your tongue.

the surplus of stimulations on your luscious cunt melted into your skin, beating the air with copious amounts of  small, hiccoughy moans as you clung yourself tight against alhaitham's body to ride out the powerful shudders as you intensely, came and came apart— your hips curling up mindlessly against his girthy shaped length as your eyes fall shut from exhaustion, mind hanging above the clouds— your pussy throbbing from the musky scent from the scribe, not to mention of pheromones and filth that had been everywhere, all pendant around your bodies— jutting into empty air with your arms forevermore enclosed around each other, overwhelming you in the most beautiful of ways.

𖧡 — KAZUHA

kazuha clearly knows what he's doing to you, and he sees how it's working on each corner of your eyes desperately holding on to a droplet of tears— and he swiftly slides his fingers in and out, his eyes manifesting through a lidded glance, a languishing haze obscuring over your heads as he keeps your legs apart with his body, spending enough time to stretch you, although going slow.

you see, when you suddenly make a sound, kind of a vocalized panting that showed kazuha that you're much more sensitive and reactive than usually, he is aware that it's doing something to you, he knows he needs to keep his slender digits hidden in your cunt for a much longer procedure, perhaps even coax out a real, harboring orgasm from you without using his cock this time.

"just leave it to me," he coos as you're gaped open by his fingers being knuckles deep inside, scattering your bodily scent over his hand as kazuha scissors your creamy arousal back into you, fucking that little cunt of yours silly and proving to you— that you really had nothing to worry about, besides the strong radiation of overstimulation circulating through your entire blood stream.

"just keep your attention on me," he adds onto his mutters, long lashes tickling your cheeks before moving his fingers faster and faster through your tensed walls, the wet echos of your cunt diffusing into the entire humidity of your room.

slap, slap, slap, it's so noisy— ugh, and you drawl out an embarrassed whimper as well as a flustered writhe from how impossibly loud it had become, not to mention on how fast kazuha thrusted the two digits in and out of you and appeared to be utterly delighted by the noises your sweet sex could make, almost as if that was part of his plan.

you stumble and hiccup over your short-lived heaves, wriggling and writhing from the deep curls on your g-spot as he suddenly places his warm thumb on your clit.

it's over now, you're done for, and kazuha's whole, intense ministrations on your body were being downright relentless, his fingers pressing in and out of your wet sex as your exposed figure couldn't do anything other than endure the tasteful traces— with your tits in perfect view for him to indulge in, bouncing up and down in rhythm with the fast pumps of his hand, the underside of your breasts faintly doused with a glow of sweat and perspiration.

"i know, i know," kazuha whispers at you, sensually kissing your cheek when he perceives the soft cries pulled from your throat, the looming begs and whines developing and revealing themselves afterwards— all due to the expanding pressure of his finger over the stretch on your sloppy walls messing you up,

"but you can do it for me, okay? my love, can you?"

©2023 anantaru's kinktober do not repost, copy, translate, modify

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[endcant]

save a bastion for queer culture in a famously hateful city

i’ll try to write a shorter and sweeter post about this later, but for now i will just beg at length.

there is a town near me called Murfreesboro where at various points they have banned or attempted to ban public homosexuality, drag, and pride flags. for a time their county’s youth incarceration rate was 48% (contrasted with the rest of the state at 5%) due to corruption in their local courts system. every juvenile case that made it to the wrong judge resulted in the child being sent to jail, because the county commissioner thought it’d be “cool” if the jail was a “profit center” (yes these are his actual words). these are just a few examples but suffice it to say, this is a very difficult place to grow up, especially for LGBT kids.

despite all of this difficulty, the area has a remarkable alternative music scene with a few small venues where queer people and young people who don’t fit in elsewhere can genuinely have fun and feel safe for the night. despite the city’s reputation, queer people in the broader area flock to the town for raves and DIY shows. in this area, music culture is intertwined with queer culture and leftist efforts to a much greater degree than i’m used to as somebody from the middle of california.

i really admire the venues and event organizers that cultivate a safe spaces like this in a place where it is decidedly unsafe for queer people, and where the youth are constantly in danger of having their lives ruined for totally arbitrary reasons.

this is why it breaks my heart that murfreesboro is trying to shut down a venue called The Graveyard Gallery. the graveyard gallery is a place where a ton of events are constantly held for lgbt, furry, and alternative communities. it is one of very few alternative places in the broader nashville area where i have felt really, truly safe and welcome as a person of color.

most recently, The Graveyard Gallery has come under attack for attempting to hold a Trans Day of Visibility punk show, with the apt title “Trans Day of Vengeance”. Conservative media, both local and national, directed the attention of their audiences towards this event, calling it “tone deaf” to have it on easter, and to have it sort-of-kind-of-close-to-but-not-quite-on the anniversary of the shooting in nashville. All of this, of course, ignoring that the date for TDoV was set in 2009, and that this was a small DIY punk show that really bore no threat to anybody. the show had to be canceled because of credible death threats, so it didn’t even happen, but that hasn’t appeased anybody.

in the wake of this, murfreesboro’s fire marshal has suddenly decided that the building is not acceptable for occupancy and it has to close immediately and for the forseeable future. people can claim it’s unrelated, but i’ve known people to have their businesses suddenly declined by fire marshals due to sheer bigotry before, and shitty towns will just use their fire marshal to bankrupt small business owners that they don’t like. i do not speak for the owners of the gallery on this front, but i personally believe that these things are related.

all this is to say, the graveyard gallery needs to raise money for their legal fees over this matter. this venue is very important to a lot of people, and may be even more important now that the city’s music scene is in the crosshairs of massive conservative media companies.

if you can donate please do, and if you can share this, please do that as well.

thank you for taking the time to read my post. i know there’s a lot going on in the world, but music venues are where people here gather, and music venues are often also a place where people organize to make meaningful change and promote causes that i know most of you would approve of. music is at the heart of this community, and the venues are where the music lives.

#mine

[gogh-with-the-flow]

Another Kind of Pleasure (Gaz x Ghost)

I caved. Here's Ghost sounding Gaz.

Warnings: sounding (duh), BDSM themes, dom/sub dynamics, sadism/masichism, bondage

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"Will it hurt?" Kyle asked, a slight tremble in his voice. His chest rose and fell with heavy, steady breaths. His arms were spread out on either side of him tied to the bedposts as he reclined against the headboard, pillows behind his back to add support. Ghost glanced up at him through his mask where he knelt on the bed between Kyle's spread legs.

"That's the whole point, Kyle." He had forgone his skull mask and donned a plain black balaclava with a slit over the mouth. No need to scare the poor boy more than necessary with a death-mask, he was already nervous enough. He slowly pumped Kyle's length, hand and cock both heavily smothered in lube. It wasn't enough stimulation to get Kyle off, just enough to keep him nice and hard for his Lieutenant. "But it'll feel good, too." Ghost's eyes flicked back down to the cock in his hand.

Gaz's dick was as pretty as the rest of him. Dark tan, long, and pleasantly thick; uncut, but when he grew to full hardness, the foreskin pulled itself back to reveal a plump, dark red cockhead. Ghost rubbed his thumb over it, admiring the slit in the center of it, pushing the tip of his lubricated finger just slightly into it, making the man below him grunt. The corner of his lip twitched upward at the sound.

"You trust me, Kyle?" Ghost asked

"Yes, sir," Kyle answered with out even a second of hesitation. He trusted his lieutenant with his very life, of course he trusted him with his pleasure as well. Kyle's eyes dropped to Ghost's cock, then, each man studying the other.

If Gaz was big, then Ghost was huge. Ghost's cock was hard as a rock, but it couldn't stand straight up due to the sheer weight of the thing, instead drooping slightly between hs thighs. The girth alone was enough to make Gaz dizzy, and he was sure the length would reach his stomach once he was inside. The skin of the shaft was mildly darker than the rest of Ghost's pale skin, and the head was a lovely bright pink, almost magenta, partly hidden by the uncut skin. And, best of all, it was pierced. Nine lovely silver rungs of a Jacob's Laddar lined the underside, and at the crown was a Prince Albert hoop.

It was clear that Ghost was no stranger to pain-as-pleasure, but Gaz was still new to the concept of masochism, at least to this degree. He was a fan of nails scratching down his back and deep bite marks on his shoulder, he'd even been slapped a handful of times and was surprised at his own enjoyment.

But when he'd seen his Liutenant's pierced cock in the showers one day, his curiosity peaked. Ghost caught him staring, and the conversation started. Gaz had all sorts of questions, and Ghost had as many answers and more. When Ghost, under his breath, lest anyone else overhear, asked Kyle if he'd like his help with exploring this side of him, Kyle had to hold himself back from cumming in his pants.

The two of them arranged for a weekend together and Ghost met Kyle at his flat with a suitcase full of wonderful toys and instruments. The first day they had started easy, a bit of impact play with paddles and floggers that left Kyle's ass and thighs raw. Now on day two, each time Kyle's hips shifted from Ghost's touches, his tender skin chafed against the sheets below him, and Gaz found that the sensation only excited him more.

"You've done this before, right?" Kyle asked. His voice was low and gravelly, thick with restraint as his breath hitched from Ghost prodding at his cock slit again.

"Yes, several times. On myself and someone else." Ghost looked up at Gaz again and, upon seeing the trepidation on his face, leaned over him and kissed him through the horizontal slit in the mask. "If you don't like it, then we'll stop and try something else. Just say the word. Alright?" Gaz took a deep, quivering breath to steady himself.

"Alright," he answered. And with that, Ghost pulled back and picked up the silver instrument beside him, rubbing his lubricated hand over it, coating it thoroughly in the slippery substance.

The sounding rod was long and narrow, as long as Gaz's cock and then a little more. It was ridged, resembling a string of beads, but it was all one piece, straight and rigid. It was only a few millimeters in diameter and very smooth. Ghost held it up to Gaz's face for him to observe. At the very end was the shape of a skull.

"How fitting," Gaz joked with a shiver, trying to lighten his own mood. Ghost huffed lightly through his nose.

"Are you ready?" Ghost asked, rubbing circles around Gaz's tight cock hole.

Gaz's eyes were fixated on his own dick, and with one last deep, calming breath, he swallowed and said, "Yes, Sir." Ghost moved slowly, positioning the blunt tip of the rod at Gaz's opening, and then pushed. Gaz let out a loud, shuddering moan at the new sensation. It truly was like nothing he'd ever felt. It stung, it burned, it stretched him out, but it was so delicious he knew right away he'd become addicted to this feeling. The soft, squishy flesh of his head popped back up from the tension of the sounding rod as his dick swallowed up the first bead.

Neither Gaz nor Ghost could tear their eyes away from the way each little bead popped into Gaz's cock. About halfway inside him, it became too much for Gaz and he threw his head back, chest heaving with short, sharp breaths.

"Hey," Ghost interrupted gently but firmly, stopping his penetration of Gaz's cock. "Don't hold your breath. Come on, look at me, Kyle." The younger man opened his eyes wide and stared down at him.

"Hurts," was all he could say.

"I know. Just breath through it. Come on." Ghost took a deep breath and Kyle followed. "There you go. Again." They repeated twice more, and on the last exhale, Ghost resumed pushing the rod inside, making Gaz moan loudly, the sound barreling out of his chest. "Almost there, just a couple inches to go."

"It's- it's too- it's too much-"

"You can take it, Kyle. This is the hardest part. You can take it just breathe." And finally, the last couple beads disappeared inside Gaz as he let out a shout. He stared down at his throbbing, twitching dick, the little metal skull bobbing in the center of it.

For a moment they both stared at the rod perfectly inside. Fuck, Kyle could feel it going all the way down to his balls. It was a stretch like no other. The burn made his thighs shake, and he came to the realization that he loved it. He met Ghost's eyes and his lips twitched.

"Fuck," he moaned.

"You like that, Kyle?"

"Fuck... yes sir..." Kyle's throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. Then, Ghost tapped the end of the rod, and the sound Kyle made sounded more like he'd been punched in the gut. The muscles of his arms bulged as he pulled on the restraints. "Lieutenant!" He cried. Ghost only smiled and did it again, then held it in place with one hand as the other started stoking up and down. His thumb pressed against the underside of Kyle's cock, feeling through the skin each bump and divot of the rod inside.

"You feel that, Kyle?" He asked, but Kyle could only moan in response, already out of his mind at the feelings his Lieutenant gave him. Ghost moved his hand tightly, painfully up and down the length, and Kyle writhed and yanked on the ropes around his wrists. But not once did he ever ask to stop.

Ghost started to move the rod in and out of Kyle's cock hole, and was pleased at the tears that began to roll down Kyle's pretty cheeks. His plush lips were parted, his jaw dropped in a mix of pain and mindless pleasure, his misty eyes focused on how Ghost's hands worked the rod in and out, fucking his urethra with it. He did this for some time, until Kyle was just about to cum, and then he pushed the rod all the way in again, and removed his hands completely.

"Please, please, lieutenant, please let me cum, please," Kyle bumbled out, begging, pleading for release.

"Shut the fuck up, Kyle, you'll take what I give you," Ghost said, not quite snapping, but not quite gentle either.

"Yes sir, sorry sir," Kyle quickly responded to his Commanding Officer.

Ghost left Kyle's cock untouched for a moment, letting him stew in the pain and discomfort, and he finally touched his own cock. He had neglected himself the whole night, letting himself hang hard and throbbing in anticipation. Now, though, he stroked himself with his lubed-up hand, adding a few more drops for extra measure. Kyle moaned at the sight and sound of his Lieutenant touching himself.

When he found himself thoroughly lubricated, he reached down to spread Gaz's ass cheeks, grabbing a handful of the plush fat, and then pushing his slippery fingers inside. Gaz moaned loudly at the intrusion, at being penetrated at both ends. Ghost fingered him open quickly, but still left his hole fairly tight. He wanted it to burn when he finally shoved his girth inside the man below him.

Ghost shuffled forward on his knees and brought Kyle's ass onto his lap. He lined the tip of his cock up with Kyle's other hole and made sure to lock eyes with him.

"You ready for this?" He asked him.

"Yes, fuck, yes sir- ruin me, sir!" And then Ghost pushed in. Gaz's eyes rolled back in his head with every pop-pop-pop of Ghosts piercings catching on the rim of his ass. Ghost set a hard rhythm, and the angle had his pierced tip hitting Gaz's prostate each time. The poor man's whole body was shaking in pleasure.

Ghost grabbed hold of Kyle's dick when he noticed the rod rising out of it, and shoved it back in to a scream from Kyle's lips. The man below him babbled nonsense, please for release, for more, to slow down, none of it making any sense. Kyle was completely out of his mind on pleasure.

And then he felt the wave about to crash. He looked up at the Ghost who hammered into him with wild, terrified eyes, and then looked down at his own dick. And when it hit, he could only watch as his cock swelled with the cum trapped inside. His ears rang, he couldn't even hear his own strangled yell. Finally, Ghost pulled the rod out and let Gaz's cum escape. The sticky white fluid erupted from his stretched hole, coating both their abdomens.

Ghost shuddered as his own orgasm approached, watching as Gaz convulsed and then went limp. With a few more rough thrusts, he emptied himself into Gaz's asshole. Both holes were thoroughly abused at the end. Ghost caught his breath as he softened inside Kyle.

"Sergeant, how copy?" He asked from above. Slowly, Kyle opened his pretty brown eyes, and when he answered, his voice sounded thin and exhausted.

"Solid, sir."

"Are you sure about that?" Ghost asked, picking up Kyle's soft dick, making him flinch.

"Very funny, sir," he mumbled.

Finally, Ghost pulled out and got to work untying Gaz from the bed. He had warm, damp towels ready and waiting to wipe them both off while they waited for the tub to fill.

"Need me to carry you, or do you think you can make it?"

"Huh?" Kyle wondered, laying boneless and brainless on the bed. Ghost decided to carry him. He let Gaz lay in the hot bath as he changed the sheets and got him water to drink. He finally removed the mask as he settled into the water behind him.

After they were washed and dried, they lay in the clean bed, Kyle's head resting on Simon's shoulder.

"So..." Kyle said, sleep heavy in his voice, "What do you have planned for tomorrow?"

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This was very much inspired but @/HotSatans sounding art on Twitter, but I changed the ship from Ghoap to Ghaz to make my own story. I definitely totally did not have a sounding kink already...

@greatstormcat enjoy pookie

#kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #ghaz #gaz x ghost #gaz smut #ghost smut #kyle gaz garrick smut #simon ghost riley smut

[whalesforhands]

uniform exchange

Shoko -> Suguru -> You -> Satoru

“Seriously, how does she get this on?” Gojo’s whining as he struggles to pull up Shoko’s skirt over his hips, hindered by the tight seams that were stuck by his rather thick thighs. The upper part of his body was faring no better, jacket taut against his body as the buttons struggle to hold onto their clasps over his chest, white undershirt so short it was basically a crop top.

“If you rip my uniform you’re paying for it.” Shoko’s already dressed, bell bottom pants dragging on the ground as she stands there, Suguru’s uniform basically swallowing her whole. She physically cannot walk, for if she did, she’d trip over the sheer length of his pants.

“No way!”

“You suggested this.” Shoko’s reply is curt, ending on a slight wince of pain as you brush through her hair behind her, pinning up and putting her hair in a bun, several hairties held between your lips as you begin tucking out a singular strand of her bangs.

“Perfect!” Satoru’s sunglasses are pushed up and placed in your hair, his uniform similar to the oversized one you regularly wear, save for it being many times longer due to his height. You… Can’t exactly walk either. Or even see through his sunglasses. If you put them on, it'd be pitch black.

Suguru… Isn’t doing so well next to Satoru. Despite your uniform usually being a good fit on you, with room for space… He can’t exactly button up your dress shirt or slip on your long skirt.

Your button-up is tight against his chest. If Shoko’s shirt on Satoru was struggling to hold on, the buttons on your own shirt on Suguru were hanging on for dear life. He could only button the middlemost one, for if he did button the rest, he'd be struggling to breathe.

“There’s no way I can fit in this…” You’re trying to look away, quickly pulling the sunglasses over your eyes to black out your vision before you’re caught admiring either of them for the skin they were showing.

(They already caught you.)

"Ehh? Suguru that's so inappropriate." Satoru's crossing his arms as he regards his other half, getting a good closeup glimpse of your button basically screaming as he clasped on with all of its might. He pokes at Suguru's exposed pecs.

("Are you keeping something from me in your workout?!"

"We have the same goddamn routine.")

"I can't exactly help it, can I?" He's now trying to pull up your skirt, the waistline, much like Gojo's, struggling to get over his thighs as he struggles to pull them on over his boxers.

"I did it!" Shoko's skirt was now tightly over his hips, so short that the bottom of his dragonfly boxers were still exposed. His hands are haughtily placed over his hips as he began to strut over to both yourself and Shoko.

"Oh, Gojo. You actually got it on-"

"Ah." Gojo's eyes go blank, smile freezing as he hears a rip from Shoko's skirt, the same time the singular button of yours decided to give out.

("You need to start laying off the mochi."

"Suguru, you're so mean!"

"I think it's good that he's eating so healthily..."

"See?! (name) thinks eating well is-"

"The only thing you're gonna end up with is diabetes.")

Shoko’s simply regarding them both with a chuckle, watching amusedly as Gojo makes Geto suck in his stomach to pull your skirt up. Shoko places her arm around your shoulder posed with a V-sign as she points the camera upward, Gojo and Geto in the background with her and yourself smiling up with your sunglass-clad face in the foreground.

"Cheese!"

("We weren't ready!"

"Too bad.")

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Notes:

Suguru was the one who repaired all the broken uniforms. He brought you out shopping for threads and needles with him. You have a special button on your uniform now. One he specially picked out.

Shoko didn't kill Satoru for her uniform. She just got him to give her a pack of cigarettes instead. Needed a reason for him to owe her.

Satoru was the one who suggested this. Initially, the plan was to swap all your uniforms without anyone knowing, but Shoko caught him when he was busy trying to 'sneakily' take yours. (He shamelessly walked into your room whilst you were napping in the loungeroom.)

(You don't actually mind any of the SSS trio doing that. You take trips to Gojo's room to borrow a lot of his outerwear. They're really good quality.)

Suguru always looked way buffer and broader than Satoru in their high school days, so I have described this story as such.

The photo was actually printed out. Everyone received a copy. Including Yaga. (Gojo's doing.)

#geto x reader x gojo #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #dyf au #satosugu x reader #whalewrites #geto suguru x reader #jjk fluff