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sinful-wxrld · 20 hours

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tw: rape and incest

During college, Abigail had gotten into pilates. All of the girls on her hall did it together every Saturday. They all get dressed in their work out gear, line up their brightly colored yoga mats on the campus green and run through the sequences of movements together as a group. If she needed help, she could always count on one of the other girls to help her stretch or show her the proper form for a movement. It was a nice atmosphere and Abigail found herself looking forward to it every week.

Coming home for summer break, Abigail promised herself that she would keep up her pilates practice at home so she wouldn't be out of practice when the school year started back up in the fall. By herself, she sat up her yoga mat in the back yard and began to run through the movements. Downward facing dog.. breathe..stretch and then gently shift into plank...breathe..stretch. She was so busy running through the movements that she didn't notice her dad who was watching her from the back porch. She was laying down with her back on the mat and her legs open, spread out like she was doing the splits.

"What are you doing over there, babydoll?" He asked her, leering at her young nubile body from his perch on the porch. Those leggings on her where absolutely sinfully, clinging to her round ass and full hips. From his vantage point, he could just see the outline of her puffy pussy lips through the thin material of her leggings. It didn't seem like she was wearing any panties under her leggings. Truly, it was blessing that his wife and son where out leaving him alone with his daughter.

"Just pilates, daddy. Actually, can you come down here and help me stretch?"

"Sure," he told her, walking over to join her. "Just tell me what you want me to do." He'd thought about adjusting his hard on so that she wouldn't see it but decided against it. She was a big girl. She could handle knowing what her body did to her daddy. It might even help her, maybe, convince her to be more thoughtful about what she wore around me.

"Press my legs down."

He settled between her open legs, and placed his hands on her thighs pushing down on them like he was trying to drive them into the ground.

"That feels great. Thank you," she took a deep breath, and tried to relax into the stretch.

"You're real flexible now aren't you, baby?" He told her appreciatively. He was loosing focus on the goal of the activity, running his hands down her legs. He hadn't been this hard in years. She just giggled and waved him off while she adjusted her legs, bringing them together and then pulling them towards her like she was trying to kiss her knees. When she was settled, he resumed trying to help her stretch. With his hands place on the backs of her calves, he pushed her legs towards her. In their new position, Abigail could easily feel her dads hard cock pushing against her cunt. Experimentally, he rolled his hips against her, rocking his cock against her. The head of his cock brushed against her clit, forcing a reluctant gasp out of Abigail's lips.

"Daddy, this is wrong." She told him, trying to push him off of her. He grabbed her wrists, and pinned them above her head with one of his hands so she couldn't stop him. Her legs fell on either side of him as he positioned himself between her legs. She bucked again trying to get him off of her but he was too heavy. He adjusted his hold on her, one hand holding her wrists, and on tightly gripping her hip as he continued to rut into her. Her pussy gushed liquid, soaking into and darkening the crotch of her leggings.

"We're outside what if the neighbors see," she tried again, changing tactics.

"I don't care who sees now either we can do this the easy way or the hard way, either way I'm getting me some of this," he punctuated his statement by groping one of her ass cheeks. "Now take of these leggings or I'll take them off you myself."

Abigail worriedly chewed on her lip as she looked around at the surrounding houses. All someone would have to do was look out of their window to see the two of them. She was filled with fear but also the thrill of doing something risky, the anticipation that anything could happen. Hesitantly, she rolled the bottom of the leggings off of her ass, and down her legs. Carelessly, her father pulled them off of her legs and deposited them on the ground beside her. Releasing her wrists, he pushed her legs open, revealing her little pink pussy.

"That's a good girl. God, you've got a pretty pussy," he told her.

"Don't say that, you're making me feel weird," Abigail replied, covering her eyes with her hands so she wouldn't have to see. Despite her horror, she found herself peaking at him from between her fingers.

He dipped his head between her legs, caressing her folds with his tongue. He alternated between licking up and down her slit, and gently sucking on her clit. All the while, Abigail moaned and whimpered behind her fingers. "Delicious." As he licked and sucked, he worked a thick finger into a tight cunt, pumping it in and out, and then he added another. Abigail's moans increased in volume as he fucked her with his fingers. Her mind was reeling, she'd masturbated before but it never felt this good.

Eventually, the pleasure won out and she gave up on hiding behind her fingers, resting her hands on her fathers head as she grinded her cunt onto his fingers and tongue. It just felt so good. She wanted more, she wanted him deeper. It just wasn't enough.

"Fuck, baby. You got me all worked up," her father told her as he pushed himself off of her, his hands rushing to his belt so he could pull out his fat cock. She gasped at the sight of it, trying to wriggle away from him. He clambered over her and positioned the head of his dick against her tight hole.

"Wait, daddy. Don't," she begged, breathlessly. His mouth and fingers had felt amazing but surely, this was a step too far.

"No, can do buttercup," he told her. "I want this cunt now and you are not gonna stop me. God couldn't stop me from fucking this sweet pussy." In one fluid motion, he thrust his full length into her tight cunt. Abigail squealed and her eyes teared up as she was suddenly stretched and filled completely by her fathers big dick. Showing great foresight, he covered her mouth with his hand, dampening the sound of her cries.

"Shh, baby, you don't want the neighbors to see, right?" he told her, as he began to rock his cock in and out of her tight channel. As he found his rhythm, Abigail's squeals of pain became moans of pleasure. Satisfied that she wouldn't scream, he removed his hand from her mouth and pushed up her sports bra, freeing her tits from the confines of her tight top. They bounced in time with her father's thrusts.

"You feel so good, baby. Your little pussy feels so good on your daddy's fat cock."

Abigail slid her hand between her legs and rubbed her clit as her father fucked her. With the additional sensation, she quickly brought herself to orgasm, writhing on her father's cock as she came. Her cunt squeezed him like a vice, pushing her father to his own orgasm. He shot his thick load into her cunt, filling her up with his cream. He pulled out of her with a grunt, and rolled over, laying next to her with his back on the grass. He checked his watch. They wouldn't be back home for another couple of hours, that was totally enough time for another round or two.

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sinful-wxrld · 20 hours

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tw: rape and incest. please don't read this if that's not what you're looking for.

this is part 1 read part 2 (x)

Everything changed when Karly's mother died. The first things were obvious and they came very quickly. It seemed as though on minute her mother was singing in the kitchen, the whole house alive with noise and the smell of her cooking, and in the next, there painful silence. It felt impossible to adjust to her mothers absence. Karly couldn't believe that she would never again hear her mothers laugh or feel her warm hugs.

Other changes were more surprising. The groceries immediately became a problem. Her father didn't have time to go to the store or cook so Karly picked up the slack. She went grocery shopping after school and made sure that dinner was on the table before her father got home. As more time passed, she picked up new responsibilities like making her father coffee in the morning and doing the laundry. She learned that she liked cleaning and found a lot of satisfaction in a having a clean home. Her own pleasure was secondary to how much it pleased her father to see their home clean.

Karly woke up bright and early on Saturday. She had a list of things that she needed to get done before the week started to make sure that they started everything off on a good foot. The big task of the day was cleaning the floor. She dressed in her grubby clothes, a shirt that was too big and a pair of shorts that were a little too small. She'd chosen to forgo a bra and underwear in an attempt to create less laundry for herself later. Her nipples were clearly visible, poking through the threadbare material. She turned towards the mirror and eyed herself critically in the mirror. The shorts were definitely too short, too cheeky to wear out and about. They were also a bit to tight, highlighting the lips of her pussy, but they weren't uncomfortable enough to warrant trying to find another pair. All and all, it was a rather risky look but she figured it would be fine to wear around house. After all, it was just her and her dad.

She padded into the kitchen, armed with a sponge and a bucket of warm soapy water. After surveying the scene, she got to work, bent over on her hands and knees vigorously cleaning the floor. She arched her back, ass high in the air, as she reached to get a spot that she had missed. Karly quickly lost herself in the rhythm of the work. It took her a while to realize that her father had been watching her. She stopped, looking over her shoulder at him. He was looking at her in a way that she had never seen before. He looked almost hungry.

"Don't stop on my account," he told her, waving her to continue.

He was watching her clean the floor? She suddenly felt self conscious of her state of undress. It shouldn't matter, it was just her dad but she felt so exposed under his gaze. She moved slowly, all to conscious of her fathers eyes on her. Maybe she was over thinking it? Maybe he just wanted to see how she did it? These explanations did not sooth her, however, because, if it really just about the cleaning then why was he looking at her like that.

She heard footsteps as her father came up behind her but she kept her eyes on the floor, continuing to make the attempt of cleaning the floor as though nothing was up. He bent down behind her and she felt his warm hands grip on to her hips. She froze, unsure of what to do.

"Just keep going," he told her.

He pulled her to him so that her ass rested flush against his pelvis. She could feel the hard bulge of his cock as his ground his hips into hers. She gasped at the contact, one part surprise and one part pleasure? She didn't understand what was going on and feared what he might be planning but within the fear was a different feeling - a thrill ran through her body. She heard the sound of a zipper, and the soft rustle of fabric. Despite her fear and confusion, Karly tried to continue her task, rubbing the soapy sponge against the tiles. She felt his hard cock brush against her cunt and then again, as he rubbed his hard flesh against her, the thin material of her shorts the only thing separating them.

She could heard his heavy breath behind her as his continued to grind against her. Karly had never done anything like this with a boy before, not like her dad was a mere boy anyway. Her pussy felt hot the way it did when she played with herself alone in her bed late at night. She couldn't help the soft moans that escaped her lips as her father continued to have his way with her.

Finally ready to move onto the main course, he moved gusset of her shorts out of the way and positioned the head of his cock against her slick hole. She opened her mouth to say something to stop him but only managed a stutter. She needed to stop this. It was wrong. He was her father but she couldn't get any of the words out. She should have left the room when she had the chance or maybe worn different clothes but she just sat there, allowing him to touch her as he pleased.

Slowly, he pushed inch after inch of his thick cock into her tight cunt. It was too much. Karly felt like she was being ripped in half. He pulled out slightly before he thrust his hips forward, filling her completely and forcing a cry out of Karly's lips. He groaned at the sensation. It had been so long since he had been in a cunt this tight. He slowly started fucking her, building up a solid rhythm. Gradually, Karly grew used to the feeling and her noises of pain, to her own horror, turned into sounds of pleasure. She couldn't help the soft moans that escaped her lips as he plunged his thick cock into her tight channel.She'd never felt so full in her life. It was uncomfortable but a pleasurable kind of discomfort.

For leverage, he adjusted his grip on his daughters body, pushing her torso onto the cold, wet floor, and forcing her to arch her back. With one hand, he tightly gripped her hip, using it to pull her onto to his cock forcing it deeper inside of her. Karly tried to prop herself up on her arms but it was difficult with the floor being as slippery as it was. He slipped his free hand between her legs to rub at her tender clit with his fingers. It felt amazing but Karly wasn't able to do anything other than moan and whine as he fucked her brainless. Her body went taunt like a bow as her orgasm began and through the haze of pleasure, she could hear her father talking to her.

"Just like that, baby. Just like that. Cum on daddy's cock."

She screamed as she came, shaking and shuddering in his arms. The additional stimulation spurned her father into a frenzy, and he furiously pounded into her until he found himself depositing his sperm deep into her womb. Even after his orgasm, he couldn't quite find it in himself to pull out so he continued to fuck deep into her soaked pussy and tease her clit until he forced her through another shrieking orgasm.

Finally satisfied, he pulled out of her tight snatch, watching with deep pleasure as his cum leaked out of her wet hole and onto the floor. Carefully, he tucked his flaccid cock back into his trousers and stood to his feet, standing over Karly as she came back down to earth. After a moment of silence, he cleared his throat.

"Right, then - uh- you clean this up and we'll head out to the pharmacy later to get your some plan b."

Karly nodded. The shock of the entire experience had left her speechless and her father was talking about the floor like nothing had happened. He offered her no explanation or words of comfort. The only thing he offered her was a look that she still couldn't understand. Satisfied with her answer, he nodded and walked off.

"Come get me when you're done."

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tw: incest (brother/sister) , dubcon (she consents but doesn't really know what she's consenting too)

A quiet gasp escaped Isabelle's lips and she watched her parents from a crack in the door. Her mother was laid out on their bed and her father was hovering over her, moving vigorously. With every snap of her father's hips, a pleasurable moan or gasp escaped her mother's lips. Isabelle didn't exactly understand what she was seeing but she felt a warm feeling developing between her legs that she'd never experienced before. Hesitantly, she touched between her legs, rubbing at her panty covered mound. She thought touching it might make the feeling go away but it just made it worse.

Isabelle heard a noise behind her and quickly yanked her hand away. Anxiously looking for the source of the sound, she looked down the hall. She relaxed when she saw that it was just Michael her older brother. He shot her a confused looked and she placed a finger over her mouth, telling him to keep quiet. She wasn't sure what her parents were doing but she felt strongly that whatever it was, they wouldn't appreciate her looking.

"What are you doing?" he whispers to her. She squirms as his hot breath tickles her ear.

She just points to the gap in the door, and steps away so that he can take her place and look through.

"What are they doing?" She asked him, peering at them over his shoulder.

"Fucking," he told her bluntly. She wrinkled her nose at the word, repeating it back at him as a question.

He turned away from them and towards her. "Be quiet and I'll show you," he replied. He grabbed her by her shoulders, turned her, and pushed her forward so that her cheek rested against the wall. He stood close behind her, his chest against her back and his hard cock against her ass. He slipped one of his hands down her panties, running his fingers against her wet slit.

"Someone's excited, hm?" He asked her, voice low and rough in her ear, as he pushed a thick finger into her tight channel. "Oh, fuck. Your little pussy's so tight."

"W-wait, Michael. I don't know about this. I feel weird," she protested. He just shushed her. "Be quite. You don't want them to hear you, do you?" He added another finger and scissored his fingers, stretching out her hole. Drenched in her liquids, he pulled his fingers out of her cunt and circled her clit. Isabelle groaned and panted at the sensations. It was weird but it felt so good. She didn't ever want him to stop. Eye's closed, head back, and mouth open, his sister grinded her delicious little pussy against his fingers.

"Yeah, just like that. Good girl," he told her.

"What's happening? I dont-"

"Just let it happen. Come on, Bella. Cum on my fingers."

Cum? She didn't know what that meant but that didn't stop the feeling from overwhelming her. Isabelle had her first ever orgasm on her big brothers fingers, outside of their parents bedroom. Michael didn't give her a lot of time to bathe in the after glow of her orgasm. Quickly, he pulled his hard cock out of his sleep pants and pulled her panties to the side, positioning himself against her entrance. He locked eyes with her as he began to slowly push his fat cock into her tight channel. He watched her mouth take on a little "o" shape and her eye roll back into her skull as she was slowly split open by his cock.

"God, look at you. You look so good on my big dick."

After what felt like a short eternity, he was balls deep. He rested his head against her shoulder as he took several deep breaths, trying to collect himself.

She was so hot and tight around him, it was almost overwhelming. Isabelle whined and rocked her hips against him, trying to get him to move. Her pussy hurt, stretched at it was around his cock, but she'd had her taste of pleasure and she wanted more. Michael pulled out until only the head of his dick was in her pussy and then thrust his hips, filling her completely. Isabelle moaned loudly and Michael slapped his hand over her mouth. He could hear their mother talking in the bed room but couldn't quite make out what she was saying. They stood there quietly for a moment, just listening. There was a grumble of a reply from their father and then that was it.

Slowly, as not to make much noise, Michael thrust in and out of his sisters cunt. Isabelle, pushed at his thigh, trying to tell him to stop but he grabbed her hands and held them above her head. They'd come this far, he wasn't stopping until he came. With his free hand, he rubbed at Belle's clit and she quickly regained her previous enthusiasm.

It wasn't long until she cumming on his cock, panting and writhing while trying to stay quiet. As she came, her cunt clenched tightly around Michael's dick pushing him over the edge. He shot his load deep into her unprotected pussy. He knew she wasn't on any kind of birth control so it wasn't unreasonable to think that she might be carrying his kid soon. The thought of breeding her fertile cunt was more than enough to inspire a second round. Reluctantly, he pulled out of her tight snatch, his cum dribbled out of her cunt and down her legs.

"I'm not done with you yet," he told her as he grabbed her hand and pulled her into his bedroom.

He laid her out on his bed. Spread out on his sheets, she was ripe for the taking. He pulled off her soiled panties and threw them onto his floor. In the safety of his bedroom, he could take his time and enjoy her properly.

"This," he told her, pointing to her pussy," belongs to me now."

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I need a whole football team to fuck me after their game. Either to celebrate their win. Or to take out their frustrations from their loss.. I'd be the perfect little slut for them. All holes ready and eager to be filled. Even my tight virgin ass 🥺 There'll be a cock down my throat, one in my pussy, maybe eventually two in my ass. A cock in both of my hands too.. probably more just rubbing their cocks against whatever part of my body is free. Just using all of me as their cocksleeve. I want to be full of cum, and covered in it too, then afterwards, the coach will take me home and fuck me all night 🙈

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I think there needs to be a free use society where sluts are used whenever doms see fit.. like I could be in my uni class when another student decides he's horny, and so I have to cockwarm him while we both watch the lecture.. orrr maybe my professor decides she needs a wet hole to play while she grades papers, so she makes me lay out in front of her and fuck myself for her amusement... me and some friends could be out for dinner when all of the sudden out seats are taken away and bought back with various toys on them that we must sit on for the enjoyment of the other guests..

I just think that'd be fun 🙈

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Sukuna being obsessed with how puffy and big your boobs become when you are on your periods and them becoming sore is just the cherry on top for him. Being the big mean lord he is , intentionally he would pinch your nipples extra hard js to listen you whimper "ngh, kuna hurts a lot". Showing faux sympathy "aww my baby it hurts?". And you being his dumb lover nodding your head prettily and him slapping your sore puffy boobs "I want it to hurt dumb dolly". Making you whine and cry as he keeps on hurting your swollen extra sensitive boobies till tears gather on your lashline just to kiss the pain away from your boobies. What a good boyfriend he is (SCOFF)

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sinful-wxrld · 20 hours

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— choso x fem!reader, rich bastard!naoya x reader, (slight) nanami x fem!reader

c/w: noncon, sexual harassment & assault, tits sucking, boobs play, this part mostly have fluff and sweet moments (with choso mostly), ino and haibara are big tease, nanami saves the day!

a/n: pt4 is here! sorry for disappearing... this part doesn't have any warning except naoya. it's a bit boring tho

tags: @qmsvpx @one-piece-frvr7 @wolflover384 @luvsymai @tremendousdinosaurpizza @rottmntrulesall @simpsimpson2023 @candybabysworld

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“Where’s Kento?”, you glance around as you arrive in front of a cafe where you and your friends promise to meet on the weekend— it was Haibara’s idea actually to get a breather after all the hard work you put into (and some harassment endured). It’s simple really, wanting to spend time together in a cafe and go to an arcade. Only you, Nanami, Ino, Haibara and Choso. But currently, Nanami is nowhere to be seen in your peripheral view which aroused your curiosity.

Haibara, Nanami’s roommate frowns, “I’m sorry, Y/N. He has an urgent meeting to attend. He told us to enjoy ourselves without him”.

“But he promised….”, you mutter before releasing a low sigh. You put a lot of effort into getting ready, wearing cute clothes and cute accessories, applied some light makeup to grab Nanami’s attention. It feels silly, to have a crush on Nanami.

Haibara notices your staring and he rubs your head. “You miss him?”.

“Huh? Who?”, you instantly look up to meet Haibara’s eyes, being completely clueless despite knowing who.

“Nanami~”, Ino on a spur comes from behind you and whispers into your ear causing you to be flushed and stumbling your words.

“I-It’s not that! I just want to spend time with all of you together; all five of us”.

Choso’s face becomes red when you include him in your friend group (even though he just joined you this week). He likes it.

“If ya say so”, Ino shrugs while giving you his usual grin as he further teases you. You pout slightly, Ino always teases you whenever the opportunity comes. To him, he adores your pouty face— it’s so cute. Haibara notices the small interaction between the two and chuckles.

The four of you enter the Oldtown Coffee café after hearing that the coffee and bread served taste so good from your colleagues. The interior is simple and gives a natural look where you can easily find comfort in it. The staff are mostly friendly with the way they casually smile and take your orders.

“Y/N, do you like Choso?”, Haibara asks while resting his face on his right palm. The question left both you and Choso choke on saliva especially Choso because of how red his face is.

“Huh?! W-why are you asking that?!”, you accidentally stumble on your words which causes the brown hair boy to grin.

“Haibara! What was that? You made Choso turn from pale to red”, Ino elbows his friend.

Haibara bursts out laughing as he wipes the tears from his eyes because of how silly the situation is. “I’m joking. Besides I love seeing our beloved Y/N being a shying mess”.

You bite your lips, feeling embarrassed in the moment but thank god the waiter finally comes and brings your drinks to save you from this embarrassing moment.

“Anyways what movie are we gonna watch? I feel like watching Mr. Zoo. It’s a comedy movie”, Haibara suggests before taking a sip from his hazelnut milk tea.

“But I wanna watch Birds of Prey!”, Ino whines.

“I feel like watching horror”, you say causing both the males to look at you weirdly, quirking their brow.

“I never thought you be into horror. I mean you’re our baby!”, Ino teases which causes you to pout yet again.

“I’m not! Just because I look like this doesn’t mean I’m easily scared”. Except for your bullies.

“Then we should watch The Grudge. I heard it’s good”, Choso suggests and they finally decided to watch it.

A moment later, the same waiter comes and brings us the food. The food tastes succulent especially brown bread butter toast. Maybe you could go here alone to enjoy yourself.

You and your friends don’t expect the queue at the movie kiosk to be that long. Guess everyone wants to relax. The food kiosk is long too, making you and Choso have to wait for minutes to buy the popcorn and drinks while Ino and Haibara wait to buy the movie tickets.

Waiting for this long without making a small talk sure is awkward. You cough slightly to grab Choso’s attention. “Do you prefer horror movies?”.

Choso nods slightly before muttering. “Yes. I like it but my younger brother is scared of it. I had to watch it on my laptop secretly”.

“You have a younger brother?”.

Choso smiles, he loves to talk about his brother. “His name is Yuji and he’s only 5. I bet you and him can get along well because Yuji likes playing with a kind and pretty woman like you”.

Your face reddened hearing those compliments, it seems that Choso doesn’t realise what he is saying considering he is the type to be shy around the girl he likes. The two of you get along and talk a lot about Yuji, mostly Choso sharing his love for his brother with you.

You close your eyes, never thought the movie to be this scary. You hate Japanese ghosts or Asian ghosts in general. You turn to your left- Ino, Haibara and Choso don’t faze in their seats.

Your hand immediately gripped on Choso’s thigh on the sudden jumps causing the black hair man to gasp.

“Sorry”, you mutter. The man just nods understanding you. He slowly extends his right hand and slightly grips as if wanting you to hold his hand. A red face plastered on him as soon as your hand intertwined with his. His hand is rough yet soft, it feels cold. You like it and he likes it too. Getting to hold his crush’s hand is a first on his bucket list.

You lean to the left, resting your head on Choso’s shoulder. He jumps a bit but is relaxed. The scared feeling completely disappeared from his presence. He makes you feel safe.

“Mannn that was scary”, Haibara stretches a bit after hours of sitting.

“That movie was bad”, Ino scoffs. Choso nods agreeing with him. Although, it was not half bad because he got closer to you. Now that you think of it, why would you do that? You’re embarrassing yourself. Oh, you bet Choso would find it creepy.

“Now for our next hangout is the arcade!!”, Haibara yells and excitedly grabs your arm to pull you with him. Ino and Choso quickly run after.

Ino and Haibara are busy playing shooting zombie games while Choso trying his best for the claw machine desperately to win the plushie for Yuji (and you).

Walking towards the restroom after you finish a game is what you need. You couldn’t hold it after drinking coke and staying in a theatre for two hours. Not until you feel a sudden hand tapping on your shoulder. Thinking it was your friends, you happily turn around to greet them and your eyes widen.

It was Naoya.

“Hey! Didn’t expect you here”, you greet.

Naoya glares while taking a sip from his can. “Cuz I wanna. Have a problem?”.

“Oh, not at all. It’s good seeing you!”, you smile.

He scowls and throws away the can. “I saw you crying the other day”.

Your breath hinges as you let out a small giggle. “No, I wasn’t. Sir was just too harsh on me”.

Naoya raises his eyes clearly not believing you. He wants to know your relationship with Toji and why Toji seems fond of you!

He was about to speak but his eyes kept trailing down your body. “Yer titties are big”. You squeak as Naoya grabs your arm and shoves you inside the photobooth.

“W-what are you—”.

“Tell me what you did to Toji or…..”, his hand sliding down until it reaches your breast— he cups on it. You squirm and grab his wrist to stop him from further harassing you.

“Stop it!”.

“Tell me right now! Gosh, your titties are so soft”, he pulls up your sweater and unclips your bra. He aggressively pinches your nipples and licks on it making you welp. His right hand is busy playing with your erect nipple while he licks and bites on your left breast.

You grip on his shoulders, trying to push him away but his strength is way stronger than you.

The curtain opens that makes your heart stop. Uh oh someone found out! And he was the last person you wish he wouldn’t see you in this state.

That guy is Nanami. He looks furious.

He grabs Naoya’s collar and pushes him to the ground leaving the dyed blond hair boy in shock. Nanami quickly takes off his jacket and puts it on you who is covering your bare chest with your arms.

“K-Kento, I’m—”

“It’s going to be fine”, he smiles warmly and pats your head before giving Naoya a lesson. Naoya stands up and is ready to yell at Nanami before he gets punched in the face.

Naoya gets up and wipes the trailing blood from his nose. All the ruckus causes everyone to look at them as shame appears on Naoya’s face. He doesn’t like it when people find him at his lowest. Ino, Haibara and Choso are there to witness it all.

“You will pay for this!”, he yells and runs off.

“Hey! Are you ok?”, Haibara is the first one to check on you. You nod.

“What happened?”, Ino asks Nanami. The blond sighs, “I heard Y/N’s voice trying to call for help and quickly searched for her. I opened the curtain and found that rich bastard is harassing her”.

All of them are shocked and look worried. “Y/N, I’m sorry for not being there”, Choso says and squeezes your hand to comfort you. Haibara and Ino did the same afterwards. They comfort you.

“I thought you had a meeting?”, you walk to Nanami and the man softly smiles.

“I was but I finished as soon as possible because I miss spending time with you”. His gentle words made you flush. Your crush misses you.

“What about us?”, Ino whistles trying to break the lovey dovey moment between the two of you.

“Yeah you guys too”, Nanami coughs slightly as a blush plastered on his cheeks. Ino and Haibara laugh at his blond friend who feels embarrassed. You immediately giggle too.

You are walking towards the arcade’s restroom before the five of you decide to go home. You couldn’t hold it after being stopped by Naoya. But then you accidentally bump into someone. A big muscular guy with pink hair who glares at you.

Feeling the sudden creep, you apologise before continuing your journey to the restroom. The man scoffs. “Dumb brat”.

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Moonstruck

jason todd x reader

aka sober thoughts and all that

warnings: intoxication

Jason has a thing about drinking around you. He’d kind of skirted around it for a while when you were first dating, but after a while you’d noticed he never really has more than a drink or two regardless of how much you had. The only times you ever see him drink more is when he’s downing whiskey as a pain mitigater when he needs stitches. You’d initially assumed he just wasn’t a big drinker, but eventually you’d come to realize it was more of a matter of not wanting to lose his inhibitions around you.

You know he’s still working on trusting himself, even sober, because he’s terrified of accidentally hurting you. But you have a hard time imagining him losing control like that in any state and you’re nearly certain he’s just being hard on himself.

You’ve been falling in and out of less than peaceful sleep for the past few hours, having trouble easing yourself while your boyfriend is still out. You at least attempted to get to bed earlier tonight because for once he isn’t out fighting crime and risking injury, though you haven’t found much more luck than usual.

You lie on your back, half ready to give up and turn on a movie while you wait.

You’re momentarily startled to hear Dick bellow out your name, no regard for the fact that it’s nearing three in the morning and you have neighbors. He’s not much of a shouter so you’re instantly on alert, worried that he or Jason are hurt.

You fumble out of bed and rush to the living room, surprised to find your fire escape empty. You turn, proceeding towards the front door, opening it cautiously.

“Dick? What—” You don’t need to finish your question because the second you take one good look at the two of them, the state of them is immediately clear. Dick, who’s barely standing upright on his own, supports your boyfriend's weight via Jason’s arm slinged around his shoulder.

“Hey!” Dick grins at you, far more lively than he has any business being this late at night. “Sorry, couldn’t remember which apartment was yours.”

You nod pensively, “Well the perspective’s different than when you’re coming in through the window.”

He continues on past that without thought, “I’ve come to deliver,” he says, gesturing up to Jason with a bit of a strain. You’re pretty sure there were supposed to be a couple more words at the end of that sentence but you understand well enough anyway.

You nod, eyebrows raised and try to hide a smile. “Thanks, Dick.” He shifts your boyfriend off of his shoulder to lean him up against the door frame, where Jason places a majority of his weight.

You eye him warily, not confident in his steadiness. He seems to hold well enough against the heavy door though, his eyes drifting around the tiled floor. Your attention shifts to Dick, who’s clearly satisfied with a job well done and ready to go.

You tilt your head, seeing him turn away. “You good?”

“I’m great!” He calls out with a thumbs up. You watch as he staggers away, nearly missing the exit.

You look back over at Jason, who’s already staring at you with a soft gaze. “You’re pretty,” he fawns, irises blown out and flickering all over your face.

“Oh you’re drunk drunk.” You grin, watching him stumble forward a bit.

He shakes his head, looking a bit dizzy after, “Shoulda seen Tim.”

You pause mid laugh, “…Who drove you here?”

He falters at that, gaze falling to the floor. “Uh…” He winces, “Damian…”

You nod slowly, eyes wide, “We’re gonna talk about that tomorrow.”

“He’s better than you’d think.” You’d hope so.

Well, at least he’s spending time with his brothers.

You sigh, straightening your posture in preparation for the job to come. “Alright, come on big guy,” you pull him up from his slant against the wall, hauling him into the same position he’d been in with Dick—though you’re struggling significantly more to hold him upright. “You gotta help me out here, Jay,” you grunt, trying very hard not to fold under his weight. You swat the door shut behind you, making peace with the fact that he’ll scold in the morning for not locking it.

He presses an uncoordinated kiss to the side of your head as you try to shuffle him along, not interested in the least in easing your labor. His self discipline isn't quite gone, but his awareness of how big he is sure seems to be.

You wobble from the heavy weight of his arm around your shoulders, holding onto him by his waist. You manage to get him to sidestep your cat, narrowly, though Salem hisses at him all the same. Jason takes no notice. You stumble into your bedroom with only about 30% of his usual balance aiding your effort.

He collapses onto the bed the second his legs hit the frame, pulling you down with him. You lie, somewhat awkwardly, on his chest as he holds you tight—probably tighter than he would if he were sober. It feels nice though.

You lie your cheek flat on his chest, relaxing against him. “What’d you guys do? Thought you were just having an easy night.”

He takes a deep breath before answering, “Raided Dick’s liquor c—” he stops, mulling over his words. “...Bruce’s liquor that was in Dick’s cabinet.” He annunciates every word in that sentence very carefully.

You squint speculatively, “Didn’t take Dick for the stealing type.”

He grumbles, “He’s not. ‘Less it’s Bruce.”

You can’t help the smile that breaks out on your face, “Aw, you really do take after your big brother, don’t you?”

He scoffs at that, “I don’t. I’m the one who gave him the idea.” Yeah, that sounds right.

He taps on your cheek lightly and you pick your head up to find him looking at you with puppy dog eyes.

“What’s that look for?”

“Can I kiss you?” his eyes drop down to your lips, “I really wanna kiss you.” He’s nearly whispering and you feel your heart skip several beats at the feeling of his eyes on you like this.

You press a light kiss to his lips and he practically purrs.

You pull back, admiring the serene expression on his face. “You taste like whiskey.”

“I like whiskey,” he says honestly.

You smile, nodding. “I know. Don’t know why, but..”

He leans in for another kiss but you parry, only letting his lips meet your cheek. He frowns grimly, attempting to chase your lips.

“Lemme kiss you,” the pout on his face is adorable and while you hesitate to deny him, you retreat, resting your chin on his chest.

You smile wistfully, tracing his cheekbone, “You’re drunk, baby.”

“‘M not that drunk,” he tells you, though everything about him says otherwise.

Your hand falls flat on his shoulder. “Your eleven year old brother drove you here.”

He shrugs, “He can drive the bat…batcar? Bat…”

“Batmobile,” you finish.

“The batmobile.” he nods, as if he was seconds away from remembering. You suspect he wasn’t.

“Bruce lets him drive it?” you question, wholly disbelieving.

“No.”

Enough said.

“You’re gonna be hungover as hell in the morning,” you mumble, taking in his uninhibited demeanor.

He nods that off, “‘S okay. You’ll be here, right?”

You tilt your head, observing him chalantly. “Where else would I go?”

His arms snake tighter around you at that, giving you a little squeeze before relenting.

“I wanna marry you,” he murmurs, brushing your hair out of your face and tucking it neatly behind your ear.

You blink rapidly a few times, “What?” You push yourself up on his chest, sitting up on his abdomen.

“Wanna marry you.” He repeats, eyes lidded as he breathes easy under you. “You’re m’favorite person…want you t’be my wife.”

Your breath gets caught in your throat. “..You want me to be your wife?”

His lips are slightly parted and his pupils are wide as he stares up at you, taking in your features carefully. “‘Course I do.” He brings his fingers up to your cheek, touching you softly with all the wonderment of a little kid. “You’re so pretty.”

You’re quick to return, “So are you.” Especially right now.

He shuts his eyes momentarily, shaking his head morosely, “You gotta stop bein’ so nice t’me,” he lets his hand fall to rest on your thigh. “Don’t deserve it.”

“Shut up,” you lour, “You deserve it more than anybody.”

“No. Not more than you,” his hands knead at your thighs like it’s an instinct. “You deserve everything.” He closes his eyes, tilting his chin up as his head sinks further back into the pillow. “Think I’d do anything you wanted.”

“Jay—”

He continues on, “Want you t’be happy. Wanna make you happy.”

Your face falls into an expression of dazed awe, “You do make me happy.”

He dwindles at that, “No, really happy. Take care of you. Build you a house, give you babies. Wha’ever you want.”

He paws at your thighs, trying to get you to come closer again to him. You lay back down on top of him and his hand instantly buries itself in your hair, stroking softly. “You’re just…you’re so perfect…” He turns his head to mumble against your forehead, “Feel like I dreamed you, sometimes.”

You breathe deeply against the crook of his neck, eyes feeling glassy. “I love you.” It’s all you can get out, and it’s not enough, but it’s all of it.

“I love you,” he says like he’s trying to turn it into gospel. “So much. I love you so much, so fuckin’ much.” His words start to get lost in his weary babbling.

Your chest feels full and you can distinctly feel every beat of your heart against it. Or maybe it’s Jason’s heart. But what’s the difference?

You press a tender kiss to the nape of his neck. “You’re really sweet when you’re drunk, you know that?”

He hums lowly, head lulling against yours.

You still for a second, finding his breathing has slowed and his hand has seized its movement in your hair. His soft breaths fill the air as you press a kiss to his collarbone before settling in completely. “You’re gonna love when I tell you about this in the morning,” you whisper, letting your eyes shut too.

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