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kuroosdarling · 1 year

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STORMY NIGHTS — ༉‧₊˚.

ft. roomie!mattsun !

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. fem. reader, unprotected sex, praise, minimal prep tbh, oral (f!receiving), fingering, slight cervix fucking, creampie, light dose of aftercare — WC : 2.6k

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : after you and matsukawa started your roommates with benefits situation, the two of you have been taking full advantage of it. but tonight, it’s a little different. as the storm rages on outside, you’re doing everything in your power to keep the one inside you at bay. at this point, it’s hard to say whether the thunderstorm or your ever growing feelings for matsukawa are scarier.

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : im insane for this man atp. roommate mattsun lives in my mind rent free sigh. anyway, i hope y’all enjoy this !! i have more ideas for this guy so stay tuned !! and thank u for reading <3

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

the room fills with a bright flash of light, washing over your walls and illuminating every dark corner. within a few seconds, thunder pierces the silence. you couldn’t help but try and bury yourself under the blankets. storms like these were the worst.

the ones that rudely declare its presence in the middle of the night, ripping away any chance at a good night's sleep. the deafening booms ensure a restless night filled with dread knowing that tomorrow will drag on with exhaustion. thunderstorms could be nice, but right now, it has you shrinking further and further into your bed.

another loud noise went off, but it wasn’t thunder this time. you bolt up in your bed, staring at mattsun who was standing dumbly in the doorway, his hand still lingering on the doorknob. it was clear he didn’t mean to bust it open like that, but the damage was done.

“do you mind?” you screech out the last word, your heart beating out at your chest.

“i promise i knocked.” he walked in, chuckling with his hand shoved deep into his pockets. he was wearing those stupid gray sweatpants again and if you weren’t so scared right now, your mind would’ve wandered to what happened the last time he wore those. he knew you liked them and wasn’t afraid to sport them around the house. constantly. “seriously, relax, i just came in to check on you.”

“by scaring the shit out of me?” you huff as he climbs into the bed next to you. you cross your arms at the ease of it all, trying to keep your breathing still. at least you could chalk it up to the thunderstorm making you nervous and not the fact that he was inching closer to you.

“that was an accident.” he rolls his eyes. “you know your door gets stuck.”

“yeah because you and makki tried to play jackass and totally fucked up the lock.” the thunder sounded off again but it was mixed with mattsuns laugh. you tried to focus on that sound instead, not realizing you were leaning into him.

“you got me there.” he gives you a lazy smile before looking around. he knew you were scared and were just trying to keep a brave face. “why don’t we go in the living room and watch a movie? we can bring out our blankets and stuff.”

“yeah-“ the thunder cut you off, the lightning flashes throughout the room, casting a fleeting light over mattsuns face. you look at each other for a moment, your eyes holding back so many words that your lips wish to say. but instead you cower from the loud noise and the weight of your own feelings.

“alright let’s go.” he throws the blanket over you like a cape, the warm fabric wrapping itself around you like a safety net. immediately, he’s picking up the rest of your pillows and blankets, waiting for you to walk out of the room first.

you lead the way, taking your time. he follows you out into the room, throwing the pillows down on the floor.

“hey!” you snap at him, hurrying your way over to pick them up.

“what? we’re gonna lay on the floor.” he said like it was obvious. your eyes trail from him to the couch before you roll them.

“alright, fine. go get your stuff then.” you start arranging the pillows and blankets to a makeshift bed. he goes to his room without another word, hurriedly grabbing his stuff before the next thunder sounds off.

he tosses the pillow against your head, causing you to stumble forward. you whirl around, glaring at him as he holds up the other pillow with a goofy grin.

“are you really trying to have a pillow fight with me right now?” you scoff.

“not much of a fight though, is it.” he shrugs, moving closer. your eyes widen as you scoop up the pillow, turning to whack him against the head. he starts laughing, utterly amused at your attempt.

“shut up.” you sigh, as you move to sit down. mattsun looks panicked for a moment, so split that if you weren’t already looking at him you would’ve missed it. unbeknownst to you, mattsun was trying his best to distract you from the storm outside, trying to keep your attention on him.

“alright let’s put on a movie, yeah?” he throws down his pillow next to you, it landing with a soft thud before he practically flops onto the mountain of blankets youre perched on.

“what are we gonna watch?” you ask, trying not to look at the raging storm outside and instead focus on the one brewing deep within his dark eyes.

as soon as he turned on the tv, it blew out. in fact, all the lights in the apartment went out. the slight ticking noise of the AC filtering out before thunder overpowered it, booming throughout the room, causing you to smush yourself further into mattsun’s side.

instantly, his arm is around you. “hey, it’s alright. let me light some candles.” he presses a soft, comforting kiss against your head before getting up, making sure the blanket is safely covering you in his absence.

luckily, you had candles stored all throughout the shared apartment. he carefully took them out as well as his trusty lighter. he went around the room lighting each one, racing against the storm. your eyes didn’t leave him. soon enough, the warm glow filled the otherwise dark space, doing its best to combat the bright flashes from outside.

“there.” he said, looking somewhat proud of his job well done before he turned to look at you, almost surprised to see your eyes already set on his. you sat up, the blanket falling off of your shoulders, pooling around your waist. he slinks over to you and sits down on the blankets, easing you down with him as you lay side by side. “it’ll pass soon, im sure of it. just focus on me, okay?”

“okay.” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. it was a miracle if he heard it at all. the thunder continued to roar outside and he felt you start to tremble in his arms. he looks at you again, slowly moving in to kiss you on the cheek.

“focus on my lips,” he says, starting to place sloppy, opened mouthed kisses along your neck. your sleep shirt — or rather, his t shirt– slips down your shoulder, leaving it bare. mattsun wasted no time as he trailed down your neck, leaving more kisses along your exposed skin before making his way back up.

and whatever he was doing — it was working. instead of focusing on the lightning bolts crashing down outside, all you could do was melt from the kisses he laid upon your skin.

his deft fingers find your chin, pulling you in closer so he can properly kiss you on the lips. he was always a good kisser, taking his time as if it would be a crime not to. molding his lips to yours, savoring each bit as you easily find your rhythm together.

even though the kiss wasn’t explicitly passionate, it still left you breathless all the same. each slow caress stole more oxygen from your lungs until you were practically gasping for air. but he didn’t let up, sliding his hand up your thigh as his lips press against your neck.

thunder clashed overhead again, causing mattsun’s hold on your thigh to grow tighter, using it as leverage to pull you flush against him as his own legs slot between yours.

“gonna prep you now.” he mumbles against your neck. his fingers grab a hold of your flimsy sleep shorts and pulls them all the way down, along with your underwear. you gasp out but he swallows it, consuming your air once again.

“already so wet f’me.” he murmurs in your ear, his lips resting on your lobe. he quickly slips another finger in, pumping both of them quickly to try and stretch you out, relishing in the way you squirm under him.

once the small whine left your lips, he couldn’t hold back anymore. giving you one last peck and sliding down, placing a kiss on each of your thighs before his tongue began to tease your folds.

mattsun could lay between your legs for hours if you let him, taking his time to savor you, having you come undone around him again and again until your thighs trembled around his head. it was his salvation, the answer to his prayers, the fix he needed to get through the night.

but he didn’t have that much time tonight, not when you were in desperate need of distraction. your fingers tugged on his hair, causing him to groan out into your cunt. the vibrations sending you closer to the edge. it was too much — his hips stuttered against the blanketed floor, begging for some sort of relief.

“issei-“ you breathe out. mattsun curses the thunder for trying to eat up your sweet sounds, but he moves back up to you so he can press his lips against yours.

“yes?” he asks, slipping a finger past his waistband and sliding off his sweatpants so he can free his aching cock. he needs to feel you. your breath hitches as it nudges against your thighs, his cock already wantonly twitching the moment he comes into contact with you.

“please, i’m ready.” you squirm in his hold, reaching down to wrap your hand around him. he hisses out in pleasure, his forehead knocking down onto yours as he feels his whole body succumb to you, his craving for you becoming too irresistible.

“okay.” he lets you guide him to your entrance, his tip pressing against your clit and trying to soak up all the slick and spit on your messy cunt. his hand wraps around yours, using it to guide him into you quicker, slowly pushing in.

the stretch always took a second to adjust to once he was fully seated in your warm cunt, buried at the hilt. his size was no easy feat to take, the overwhelmingly sweet pleasure always accompanied by the slight sting of pain. and he was always so patient, softly peppering your skin with kisses. but tonight, you were too impatient for all of that, desperate to feel him. so you start moving your hips, catching him by surprise.

“slow down.” he grips onto your hips tightly, stilling you in place so he could properly collect himself. you pout up at him, not thrilled about having to wait any longer but you humor him. “i’ll give you what you want, don’t you worry, pretty.”

“then get on with it.” you breathe out as he pulls out of you – his tip nestled back at your entrance. he can feel you clench around him, strategically pulsing in a silent command to hurry up. before he starts, he cages you in his arms, pushing back in and lazily moving his hips with shallow thrusts. a small teasing smile takes up his face at your attempt to be demanding.

“don’t get all bratty on me now, i was just getting started.” his hips start to move faster, his cock practically kissing your cervix. each of his thrusts blurring your thoughts together, your mind growing dizzy from the intense pleasure. he looks at you and chuckles, watching your eyes roll to the back of your head in amusement. “you just wanted to be fucked dumb on my cock, is that it?”

“n-no.” you say, turning your head away from him in slight shame. but he barely lets you as he cusps your chin and pulls your attention back onto him.

“you’re lying now?” the smile on his face turns dastardly and you can’t help but moan as he pulls you tighter to him. feeling him stretch you out, overpower your senses, brings you closer as you teeter on the edge.

the thunder roared outside, but you barely heard it as it melted away in the background. it causes you to jump a little bit but you’re secure in mattsuns arms, his hold tightening. his pace doesn’t relent, in fact, it only speeds up. a softer look graces his features as he remembers what he was trying to do – distract you.

the candlelight caresses his face, intimately wrapping itself around his skin in the way that had you envying the soft light. to be that close to him, to share that space, you wanted more. it’s all feels more soft, muted, like he’s really taking care of you.

you clench around him, causing him to groan as you squeeze his cock, barely letting him pull out. he could never keep his cool around you for too long.

“you’re so fucking pretty. how’d i get so lucky, huh?” he pulls you in closer, pressing up against you as if the air between you two was intruding in your space.

every time his skin touched yours, something new planted itself in its place, running deep through your veins, directly to your heart. no matter how many times you tried to starve it, neglecting to nourish it — it continued to grow to the point you couldn’t bury it anymore.

you loved him.

and it terrified you.

but it also drew you closer to your edge.

“sei-“ you call out, your fingers gripping the blanket as you arch your back, your chest pressing against his. you can feel your thighs tightening around his hips, his large hands cupping your backside as he practically lifts your bottom half up to meet his thrusts.

you’ve never felt him this deep, like his cock was lodged all the way up inside of you, piercing your heart. you could barely speak, just babbling his name and letting out mewls of pleasure.

he was fucking you dumb but not dumb enough, as those feelings you’ve been trying to hide slips through the cracks and your faced with the horror of loving him — or rather, the horror of possibly having your heartbroken by him.

“getting close?” he grunts down at you, his voice raspy and streaked with desperation. you brave yourself to look up at him through half lidded eyes, barely able to open them up all the way. you can feel him twitch inside of you as he lets out a groan — teetering on his own edge but adamant to feel you come undone around him first.

“yes, so, so close-“ you cry as his fingers find your clit again, lightly brushing against it and causing you to spiral down, to a paradise or the depths of hell — you didn’t know. all you knew is that you wanted him to come with you as you clutch onto him, dragging him with you as he fills you up with his cum.

he falls to his elbows, careful not to put all of his weight onto you. he kisses you softly, even though he couldn’t catch his breath. he didn’t want to pull out just yet, but knew that he wanted to clean you up.

with one last kiss to your head, he slides out and hisses at the sting of overstimulation. sliding his pants back on, he quickly makes his way to the bathroom. he’s back in another second with a towel, carefully cleaning you up and sliding his shirt back over your head.

you lay there, letting him take care of you as your hazy mind starts coming to again, swirling with many questions that you decide to wait and face them in the morning. for now, it was just nice to soak up all the affection he was giving you.

“i’m gonna blow out the candles, okay?” he asks you softly. you nod, letting him to his thing before he comes back to you and cradles you close to him, getting settled for the night.

even though the thunder had long since died out, neither of you moved. too lost in the sanctuary of each other's arms, creating a warm, safe space where you could both let your guard down, even just a little bit.

mattsun kisses your head gently as you nuzzle further into him. the two of you drifting off into a peaceful sleep, comfortably wrapped up in the blankets and each other's unspoken love.

and in the morning, when makki awoke to see his best friends curled up together on the floor, he didn’t say anything. he just quietly smiled to himself and retreated back into his room.

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jujutsubaby · 8 months

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after hours (part 4)

☆ pairing: toji fushiguro x afab!reader, satoru gojo x afab!reader ☆ summary: you and toji FINALLY have some alone time...things are getting steamy in the fushiguro household...meanwhile, satoru gojo cannot keep his hands to himself, no matter how hard he tries. ☆ warnings: 18+. MINORS DNI !! oral sex (f!recieving & m!recieving) deepthroating, fingering, spanking, penetrative sex, slight power dynamic, dirty talk, hints of a threesome, masturbation, dirty fantasies ☆ tags: modernAU, babysittingAU ☆ a/n: OK IT"S FINALLY HERE U HORNDOGS <3 the toji smut i wrote once again with one hand 😈 i'm excited for the next chapter where i can finally write some gojo smut hehe 🤭 🖤🤍 series masterlist 🤍🖤

"be right back, gonna tuck megumi into bed really quick," toji says to before giving you a quick peck on the lips and heading upstairs.

you sit on toji’s couch, twiddling your thumbs, quite honestly feeling excited for the rest of the night. you’ve wanted this for long it feels like you manifested it and you just couldn’t wait any longer. you close your eyes and sigh deeply, imagining how toji’s hands would feel sliding up and down your body and shiver slightly. your hand starts wandering lower and lower down your stomach, but your thoughts are abruptly interrupted by your phone dinging. you immediately frown. getting a text from satoru is always an immediately boner kill…sometimes.

satoru: wyd wanna come over?

ugh, how many times do i have to tell him that i’m busy tonight? you quickly type a response.

y/n: dude i alr told u i was busy tn remember 😒

satoru: are u fr gonna let toji’s broke ass dick you down instead of hangin w me?? sad 😔

y/n: yes 🙃 best offer i’ve had tn

speech bubbles show up, indicating satoru is typing, and continues to type for what feels like hours (it was 30 seconds).

satoru: i guarantee u i can blow ur back better than he can. just ask anyone 😈

you stare at the text dumbfounded. what the actual FUCK is he on? you’re honestly so annoyed that he would try to slide into your thoughts right now, right before toji blows your mind.

y/n: kys

you put your phone on vibrate and mute satoru’s texts, not caring how he responds back. you go back to the fantasy you were thinking of before his intrusion and your hand starts sliding down your body once again. you’re imagining toji’s arms holding you tight and how skillful he was with his tongue last night. he never properly showed love to your tits, and you imagine him continuing what he was doing earlier in the night with your delicate buds. and satoru choking you while it happens. wait, what the fuck?

your hand immediately stops, shocked by your intrusive thoughts, but your lower body betrays you, soaking your panties.

as if your heart wasn't beating fast enough, you hear toji come down the stairs and you get up to meet him. he holds a hand out for you.

"have you ever been to my bedroom?" he asks, leading you up the stairs.

you giggle, excited to see toji's bedroom for the first time. "i haven't! i'm so excited! i feel like a person's bedroom says a lot about them and i just love-"

you're left speechless as you enter toji's bedroom, which is just plain sheets on a king sized mattress without a headboard, and a measly bedside drawer and dresser. you think you saw one of the two on the sidewalk last spring for spring cleaning.

"this is where the magic happens, pumpkin," toji says slyly. "i know, i know, contain yourself."

"there's no way you live like someone who's in kappa sigma. be so fucking for real right now, toji. you're literally a father..." you say, still in absolute shock over over his room. you vowed back in undergrad you would never hook up with a frat guy ever again and here now is this mid-30s man who you were about to link up with that doesn't have a headboard. you look up at toji nonplussed.

"i guarantee that you won't give a shit about how this place looks once i'm done with you." with that, toji lifts you up and starts kissing you deeply, tongue feverishly exploring yours. he slams your body down into his bed, and you're surprised that his bed is softer than you expected. your body melts into his sheets and you never break contact with his mouth, moaning into the kiss.

he breaks the kiss and flips you over, causing you to squeak. "let's get this thing off of you," toji growls, his eyes filled with hunger as he fiddles with the zipper on your back. you arch your back out, your ass meeting his hard member, and he hisses at the slight touch.

"calm down, pumpkin...so eager and slutty for me..." toji whispers as he finally undoes the buttons and zippers. it practically takes everything toji has to not rip your jumpsuit to shreds as he turns you over and peels your jumpsuit off of you, exposing your chest and your perky nipples.

he wastes no time and immediately latches on to one while kneading the other, and you let out a wanton moan, gripping his hair. the things he's doing with his tongue is sending electricity throughout your body and your back arches in pleasure.

toji moves on to your other nipple, and lightly bites and rolls it between his mouth, causing you to yell out a pathetic "toji, please..."

"what do you need from me, pumpkin?" he asks, lifting his head up and locking eyes with you.

"n-need...i need you in my mouth." you whimper, feeling so helpless to the lustful indulgence you were giving into.

toji grunts and places your hand on his hard member and you use your fingers to unzip his pants and palm him through his boxer briefs, whining for more. "can't keep my pumpkin waiting, can i?" he says, as he pulls his underwear down and his throbbing member bounces out.

your eyes widen at the sheer size of him, but you were never a quitter. your mouth salivates as your fingers wrap around him and start to move up and down. you kiss the tip and leave a trail of saliva connecting your lips to his throbbing member, before fully engulfing him in your mouth.

you hear toji let out a guttural moan before his hands fixate themselves as your makeshift ponytail. "just like that...yeah...you're taking me so well, pumpkin..." he says softly between throaty sighs. he starts moving your head up and down at a faster pace and you moan around him.

the vibrations of your constant moans sends toji into a frenzy. "fuck, y'think you can deepthroat me? think your little mouth can handle that?" he asks between deep breaths.

your eyes look up to meet his. you give him the green light, and toji wastes no time picking up the pace and fucking your mouth. your whimpers against him only motivates him to go faster. you don't think your mouth has ever been this full (and you're sure it's gonna be bruised tomorrow morning), and tears start to brim your eyes and mascara slowly smudges down your face. you're determined to take his full length into your mouth, or at least gag trying until he's close.

you should've known better than trying to fit all of him in. he's so incredibly huge so you don't get to take in his full length, and you end up gagging on him a few times. soon enough, toji finds a pace that allows your tongue to skillfully lick and suck his entire length while your hand takes over what you can't.

"f-fuck, pumpkin, you keep goin' like this i'm gonna get close..." toji says, his eyes closed, face flushed, and his mouth in an o-shape, taking in the sensations your mouth was performing. it really was a spectacularly lewd performance, as toji cannot recall another time another girl was so skilled with their tongue. none of the girls he fucked before compared to you.

you continue your ministrations, and just as toji warned before, he gets dangerously close before he abruptly pulls his soaked, leaking member off your mouth. you cry out at the loss of him inside your mouth, but finally relax your jaw as toji starts kissing your neck all the way up to your mouth, and then back to your neck.

as he starts to bite your neck and leaves, what you think will be, a giant purple patch tomorrow morning, you wantonly cry out. "t-toji~ please, i can't handle this anymore," as tears start to well up in your eyes from deepthroating him. "i-i n-need you i-inside m-mee~" you beg. your mind can barely form a coherent thought, as all you could think about was how you wanted to feel him. all of him.

toji lets out a breathy chuckle as he starts kissing you down your body, slowly removing the rest of your jumpsuit and leaving you in your - oh my god? why the hell are you wearing your pink panties with burger prints all over them?!

"ohmygod, sorry i totally forgot to change into sexy pant- ohh, f-fuck~"

toji kisses your wet clothed core deeply, hitting your bundle of nerves, causing you to stop mid-sentence. "these are fuckin' adorable, pumpkin," toji coos, his eyes never once leaving your clothed core, hypnotized by the sight of your wet panties sticking to your core in front him.

he slowly takes off your burger panties, and locks eyes with you, before his tongue flicks across your bundle of nerves, causing you to practically scream at how sensitive you were. toji smirks, knowing he quite literally hit the right nerve, before diving into it.

"o-ohh, f-fu-, don't stop, pleaaase~" you whine as you hold his head in place between your legs. you grind your core up and down, feeling your sensitive nub shoot pleasure through all part of your body and causing your toes to curl.

"you know, i think we forgot to get dessert tonight...", toji teases as he switches to his fingers rubbing rough circles on your bundle of nerves. "you taste better than anything we would've got..."

you breaths become heavier and shorter as you feel the familiar dam build up begging to release. "remember when i made you cum all over my face last time princess? let's do it two for two," toji says between licks to your sensitive and throbbing core.

"y-yes p-please, toji~" you nod, already feeling yourself coming undone. "i-i'm about to...please~" you beg, unable to stop the dam from breaking and you release over toji's mouth once again. toji takes in every part of you, making sure you ride your release until the very end, almost to the point of overstimulating you.

you to jerk your hips away from toji's mouth due to how overstimulated you got. satisfied, toji leans up to give you a wet open mouthed kiss that you whimper into pathetically, unable to properly prop yourself up after your first release. before you're able to say anything, toji flips you over on your chest and pulls your exposed ass up as he slips off his underwear.

"been waiting my turn for ages, pumpkin," he mumbles, as he licks his two fingers before sliding them inside your entrance, stretching and prepping your for his length. you let our a throaty moan as you feel yourself already ready for another release over just his fingers.

"think you can handle me, pumpkin?" he asks, taking his fingers out of you and you mewl at the loss of contact.

you bit your lip and widen your eyes as you look at him. his pupils were dilated and filled with lust, and you bit back a moan. "i can take you," you pout, feigning displeasure with toji's diffidence towards you. can you though? you've never had something as big as him inside you, and you knew it. but once again, you were never a quitter, always a pleaser.

he wordlessly chuckles, as he slowly teases your entrance with his tip. you shake your hips back and forth, eager to feel him fully inside you, and toji obliges, unapologetically sliding his full length inside your eager entrance.

he anticipates your long moan, and immediately slaps his hand over your mouth, and your cries end up muffled and muted. toji hisses at the way your walls immediately tighten around him.

"fuck, pumpkin. never met anyone tighter than you..." he grunts, slowly and rhythmically moving himself against your ass. you feel him hit the sensitive patch inside you, and your moans are muffled even further as toji tightens his hand around your mouth harder.

after pounding into you for a bit more, he releases his hand from your mouth, causing you to slur out toji's name. "t-toji~ i'm getting sooo clo-"

you're cut off by toji switching angles, as he pushes your back down, creating a harsh arch of your back. your face sinks headfirst into the pillows, and your ass flush against the base of toji's throbbing member. your whimpers are muffled against the pillows, as toji masterfully and ruthlessly starts to slam into you in and out. he's getting close, but he's determined to hold out until you are too.

toji's hand slips around your waist and his fingers start circling your bundle of nerves, causing you whimper and grab the bedsheets until your knuckles turn white. he switches up the sensation by giving your ass a harsh slap, earning a high pitched moan out of you. seeing the red palm imprint on your ass cheek spurs him on to hammer into you even faster.

you feel the familiar tight coil starting inside your core, spreading all over your body. your toes and fingers curl, and you're a moaning crying mess. your makeup is definitely staining toji's sheets but your don't even care. no one does.

toji alternates between relentlessly massaging your delicate nub and playfully slapping your ass as he's teetering closer and closer to the edge.

he feels your walls clench up around him and can tell your close. "need a release, pumpkin?" he says through gritted teeth and deep breaths.

you don't even understand what you say, your words slurred from the ecstasy of toji's sublime movements. how is he managing to hit your g-spot every single time?

"nnghh~ i-i'm g-gonna c-cu-"

you cry out in ecstasy as your walls begin to tighten around him as you feel the tight coil in your stomach unfurl with fireworks and spots blurring your vision as you have your second, and strongest, release of the night. your release directly results in toji's as you milk his hard throbbing pulsating member and he fills you up. he lets out quick, deep, guttural groans as he spills all over you. thank god you're on birth control.

you both are left breathing heavily, as you turn on your back, legs still twitching from how hard your body gave in to toji, who bounces into the spot next to you breathing heavily. you feel toji's seed slowly seeping out of you, but you can't bring yourself to care; you're far too fucked out to think a coherent thought.

he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close as you snuggle into his neck, just like a puzzle piece finding it's place. you sigh and close your eyes, hearing nothing the sound of your breaths in unison slowing down.

"that...was...so fun..." you whisper slowly in between breaths.

toji airily chuckles. "it was, wasn't it, pumpkin?" toji starts massaging your scalp an playing with your hair and you both sit in the comfortable companionable silence you both appreciated.

toji doesn't know when your silence turned into slumber, but when he gets up, he sees your eyes closed with your mouth slightly open, your mind somewhere far away. he knows he shouldn't wake you, but he also knows you really should use the bathroom before falling asleep. deciding on letting you sleep a bit more before waking you, he tries his best to slowly get out of the creaky bed and head to the washroom.

toji won't lie, he's also incredibly fucked out, and his eyes are droopy as he tries to stay awake while he brushes his teeth and gets out an extra tooth brush for you. once he's done, he approaches you silently and lightly shakes you to wake you up.

"mmmghh, stoppp i'm trying to sleep..." you mumble, clearly unreceptive to waking up.

"i know, pumpkin," toji coos, rubbing your body up and down, "y'gotta pee after sex, i read it somewhere i think..."

you sleepily giggle at his concern with your eyes closed as you lay on your back. "ugh, fine...but you have to keep my spot warm for me." you warn, as toji helps you get up.

"left you a toothbrush on the counter. it's the blue one."

"gotcha," you say with a thumbs up as you swing your legs over the bed. as you take the first step, you double down over the pain you feel in your abdomen and lower stomach and yelp.

a concerned toji runs over to your side, only to start grinning and laughing. he leans down your level. "ohhh, someone's sore..." he teases.

"shut up toji~" you yell in a loud whisper, frowning at him laughing at your pain. "this is all your fault," you pout.

"okay, go pee and brush your teeth and i'll make it up by playing w your hair again until you sleep," he promises, giving your ass a quick slap. you give him a playfully dirty look before heading to the bathroom to finish your business.

while brushing your teeth, you send quick text to shoko letting her know you're planning to stay the night with toji. immediately, you get a text back from her acknowledging it, but even more surprisingly, you get a text from satoru:

satoru: so ur spending the night at his place, huh? that good? 🤨

no way they're together right now. you furrow your eyebrows and send a quick text back.

y/n: what are you doing w shoko

satoru: i'm at ur apartment stupid i told u i got bored

y/n: stay away frm my room

satoru: too late i'm going to do 3/3 of my jerk offs in ur bed tn :/

you don't know why you snorted. i mean it was a little funny. you shake your head and finish brushing your teeth. you look at your reflection in the mirror and notice all the mascara and eyeliner streaks on your face and have to hold back a laugh. you're looking so ridiculous and fucked out, and you know shoko and utahime would find it hilarious (and partially very happy for you for having a fun time). you grab your phone and take a selfie of your makeup streaked face and send it to your group chat with them.

y/n: [1 Photo] it happened ya'll 🤪

utahime and shoko both immediately respond:

utahime: u deserve this queen u manifested it 💓

shoko: i do NOT want to hear that ur down bad ever again after this

shoko: also !! [1 Photo]

shoko sends you a screenshot of her and utahime's villager avatars on their animal crossing island, cottagecore witchy theme and all, holding hands. this might possibly be the cutest thing you've ever seen in your life and send at least 10 hearts in response.

you let out a big yawn and head back to bed. you have an early morning tomorrow, as you made plans with your friends to meet up at cafe amanai again to dissect the parent teacher conference. you can't remember why you were so nervous about tonight -- it went just as lovely as you hoped (aside from all the dumb texts from satoru).

"gotcha this also so you're not cold," toji mumbles, half alseep, pointing to his national park t-shirt on the bed. you put it on, and it's the perfect oversized fit for you. oh my god, it's kinda cute...should you keep it?

you get into bed and bonk toji's head lightly. "hey! you said you would play with my hair," you chide, facing away from him, but pushing your body snugly against his. he pulls you even closer, accepting his role as the big spoon, and mumbles something you can't hear starts playing with your lightly.

you hum in contentment. "by the way, this t-shirt..." you yawn. "it's...so dilfy."

"hmm..." toji says half alseep, "bet you say that to all the dilfs you fuck..."

you feel so warm inside when you realize you can hear his smile in that response, even half asleep. "you got me," you joke, as the sound of toji's breathing and his fingers caressing your scalp sends you into a blissful slumber within minutes.

meanwhile, at your apartment, shoko and utahime are bidding farewell to suguru and satoru. utahime is trying not to rush them out, but she really doesn't want her night to be more soiled by satoru than it already is, and shoko agrees.

satoru drives himself and suguru back, mostly in silence since it is past midnight, and they are both incredibly tired. once back at their apartment, like clockwork, satoru finds himself doing the motions to get ready for bed.

his head plops into his silk pillow and despite being obviously tired and having an early morning of gossip sessions, work, and classes ahead of him, he cannot stop thinking about the photo he sneakily saw of you on shoko's phone -- the one of your mascara running down your face.

if he recalls correctly, you didn't have a neck hemline in the photo either, so you were probably naked too. he's trying really hard not to think about him fucking your mouth like that. no, he really is, he swears his hands are just reaching down his boxers magically. he's also getting hard despite trying to replace your face with literally any other girl he's slept with, but it always reverts back to you.

satoru always makes jokes about blowing your back out, and he knows he's joking...right? it's just a cheeky joke he makes with one of his best friends, satoru thinks, as he's starts stroking himself more passionately.

his breath hitches, and he imagines you- no, not you, that, uh, other girl...what's her name? jessica? he imagines jessica's face tearing up as he casually rams himself deeper into your throat - no, jessica's throat!

fuck, satoru thinks, reaching closer to the edge of no return. at this point, he's shameless as he let's his fantasies run wild. he thinks of you on your knees, tongue sticking out, waiting for him to spill all over your fucked out face. satoru climaxes hard, and wishes nothing more than to watch you clean it up with your mouth.

god, satoru knows it's wrong but you both have bad habits of blurring the lines of your friendship...

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daddyfordaeddy · 3 months

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banner by @shadowkoo

Pairing: good boy! nerd! Hongjoong x bad girl! f! yn (mentioned yn x librarian! yunho)

Word Count: 1312

Warnings: cursing, smut warnings under cut

Genre: Fluff, smut, college au, E for explicit

Summary: You want to have some fun with Hongjoong in the (almost) empty library

Smut Warnings: unprotected sex (DONT DO THIS unless you discuss safely outside of sex!), praise, slight breast play, creampie, oral (f receiving), felching, begging, pet names (good boy for joong), service top joong power bottom yn, mentions of threesome, public sex (in an empty library)

This was written for @cultofdionysusnet's See You On the Flip Side summer event with the prompt bad girl/good guy <3 hope u guys enjoy lol

“Boo.”

You giggle softly to yourself at the sight of Hongjoong jumping at your harsh whisper in his ear. “Ah– YN, don’t scare me like that,” he tries to scold, but his voice catches in his throat when you come around his armchair and lean in close to his face. “We’re in a library.”

You chuckle, putting your lollipop back in your mouth. “Your observation skills are always on point, Joongie. Come on, it’s a Sunday and midterms are over. No one’s in here but you, and the assistant librarian’s playing sudoku in the lunch room.”

Hongjoong frowns. “How’d you know? You don’t have the lunch room code.”

“Sucked him off for some alone time with you,” you shrug, unbothered by your admission. You can see a hint of jealousy flash in Hongjoong’s eyes and a pout form on his lips.

“How do you even do that? You dropped out of this college before Mr Jeong even started working here.” A hint of whining leaks through Hongjoong’s voice and you chuckle, reaching up to mess up his peach-dyed locks. Hongjoong’s pout deepens but he makes no move to distance himself from your touch.

You bend down more, whispering conspiratorially, “And he’s only six years my senior, Joongah. What, is he gonna say ‘no’ to a hot girl letting him fuck her mouth? Yunho’s weird, but not crazy.” Hongjoong’s mouth opens and closes like a fish’s, and you pull your lollipop out of your mouth and put it in his. “Don’t be jealous, Joongah. It’s not a good look on you. Plus, I’m doing this for you. You like the idea of being caught, don’t you?”

Hongjoong sputters around the lollipop. “No!” he tries to deny, but the red colouring his cheeks and ears is a dead giveaway.

You shake your head, letting your hair fall into your eyes as you give Hongjoong a crooked smile. “Lying doesn’t work, Joongah. You’re an open book. You should count yourself lucky, I’m in a good mood today. Do you want to go in a study room?”

The long hesitation from Hongjoong is the answer you need. “Told you, lying’s no use,” you laugh, swinging your leg around to plop yourself into his lap. “Now, be a good boy and be quiet, unless you want Yunho to join us. Why don’t you put that lollipop to good use?”

As your hand trails down his firm chest, you can see Hongjoong swallow hard as his eyes flick down to your chest, your button-down showing more cleavage than hiding it. “YN–” his voice catches in his throat as you palm at his slowly-hardening cock through his pristine white slacks.

“Just sit still and be good, Joongah,” you laugh, unbuttoning his pants and shoving them, along with his boxers, to his thighs. “If you’re quiet, I’ll give you a reward.”

Without waiting for a response, you flip up your skirt, shove your panties aside, and lower yourself onto his cock. You sigh at the feeling of it slowly filling you up, wriggling your hips a little to adjust it to press against your sweet spot almost perfectly. Hongjoong is gritting his teeth so hard the lollipop stick is bending, and you lean in to press a kiss on his slightly parted lips, letting your mouth trail down to attach to his neck as you start slowly grinding in his lap.

Hongjoong’s hands hover just over your waist, almost as if he’s afraid to touch you, but you know he’s just waiting for you to tell him what to do. He’s your good boy after all. You bring his hands to rest on your hips, where his grip immediately tightens on your flesh.

A nip to his neck is the only warning you give him before you start bouncing on his lap, moaning right into his ear as you ride him fast. Hongjoong’s biting his lip so harshly, but quiet whimpers and whines still slip out, his nails digging into your skin, but the pain only serves to pleasure you more.

“Shit–” you gasp, your thighs burning with exertion but warmth pooling n your core as you work towards your orgasm. The length of his cock spears into you so perfectly every time, the angle just enough for the tip to press against the perfect spot almost every time.

“God, look at you, sitting so still for me,” you hum teasingly. “I really do make you pussy drunk, don’t I? No one else can do it like me, is that right, Joongah? Speak.”

“No one!” he cries out, the words falling from his lips eagerly. “Fuck, YN, please. Let me come.”

You bark out a short laugh, although it’s interrupted by a sharp gasp and a long moan when his mouth attaches to your tit through your cropped shirt. Normally you’d punish him for touching without permission, but you’re so close to the edge already that you can’t bring yourself to care.

“You can come but–” You aren’t even able to finish your sentence before Hongjoong groans, coming deep into your pussy, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your chest. You scoff affectionately, running your fingers through his soft locks before gripping them and tugging his face upwards. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood, Joongah, considering you keep disobeying me.”

Hongjoong has the decency to look ashamed as you lift off his dick, come dripping out of your cunt and down your thighs onto his pants. You pluck the lollipop out of his mouth. “On your knees, Joongah,” you command, before sticking the lollipop back in your mouth.

The peach-haired boy drops to his knees faster than he came as you take a seat on the desk sitting in front of the sofa. It’s almost embarrassing seeing him crawl towards your soaked pussy, but in the moment all it does is set a fire in your belly. “Go on, clean me up, Joongah.”

No sooner do the words leave your mouth before Hongjoong attaches his mouth to your cunt, not wasting any time in pushing his tongue into your hole. His hands grip your thighs, leaving indents in the skin from his pretty painted nails, and the only sounds echoing through the library at the slick sounds of him eating you like there’s no tomorrow.

As he pushes his face even further into your pussy, his nose presses against your swollen and throbbing clit and your hands fly down to grip at his hair as your hips buck against his face. Waves of pleasure roll over you as you reach the peak of your burning orgasm. “Shit–” you moan so loudly that you swear Yunho probably would’ve heard it if he wasn’t so stuck in his sudoku.

Even through you coming, Hongjoong is still lapping up both your and his release like the good boy you trained him to be, his lower face glistening from the sun filtering through the window, and after you catch your breath, you remove your lollipop and grab his chin to pull him in for a messy kiss. You can taste your release as well as his, and you smile at it, licking into his mouth before finally pulling away, adding spit to the mix of slick covering his red and swollen lips.

With a sigh, you stand, stretching and smoothing down your skirt. As you brush the hair strands from your face, you lean down to press another, quicker, kiss to Hongjoong’s lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow for lunch, Joongah. Don’t be late and take care of yourself,” you hum sweetly, offering him the lollipop one last time.

As you sashay out of the library, you see Yunho leaving the staff room and blow him a kiss, skipping out the door to flash him with your now-soaked underwear, leaving him standing there with a red face and phone in his hand.

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angelyuji · 8 months

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yandere bruce wayne headcanons

yandere bruce wayne x gn!reader

warnings: yandere behavior, gross guy bruce wayne, kidnapping, stalking, power imbalance, rich guy uses his rich guy money to manipulate reader, creepy guy being a creepy guy lol (lmk for anything i might've missed i am half-asleep)

im thinking ill write some actual fanfics for him soon, idk what TO write tho...

STALKKKERRRR STALEKER SJALKER STALKER!!!

he is a creature of the night so u KNOW he’s watching you from a rooftop next to ur apartment

think of the scene in the batman when he’s watching Selina undress and stuff yeah hes a peeper (hes so fine i love bruce)

my man doesn’t have any superpowers BUT hes literally the freaking batman, he has cameras all over gotham so i promise he has eyes on you at all times

he’ll watch over you and make sure ur not gonna get mugged by some loser with a gun or get caught up in a joker/ivy/freeze/whomever scheme

like hes stalking you

he knows everything abt u too with WE and the Batcomputer (lol) he’ll have all ur personal info on file, ur twitter acc, your Instagram, any social media, literally everything on a separate file that is locked behind multiple passwords and eye scans (especially if we’re looking at bruce with kids like he knows they’d open the file and snoop)

if we’re looking at pattinson!batman/early years, he’s probably gonna write abt u in his diary journal (hes just a silly little guy)

he’ll try to give you a job at wayne enterprises to keep an eye on you as bruce (obvi becuz he cant be batman 24/7) (job depends on your experience and degree) (he’ll want u as a personal assistant or something but depending on your area of expertise… you’re probably not gonna accept lol)

if u do accept for a position as assistant/secretary, he’ll have your desk 3 ft away, he’ll be calling u into his office just to talk, basically like sort of training u to be his wife (get coffee, make lunch/get lunch, invite u to be his plus one for galas) all that jazz, he’ll flirt with u but ur gonna be like “oh that’s just brucie wayne being brucie wayne, but once u get comfortable in ur role, he’ll start making moves like hand on the lower back, pressing against u in any situation possible, he’ll never seem creepy (yet) but it’ll make u slightly uncomfortable considering he’s ur boss.

i can think of 2 possibilities that could occur

1. creepiest boss ever. he’ll order u how to dress to be his assistant/how to dress at galas (skimpy dresses, short skirts, tight pants, tight fitting dress shirts that exposes everything, shit like that), he’ll LEER at u like bruce will purposely drop stuff and make u pick it up so he can watch u bend over. like the worst. you’ll get tired of this behavior and quit and bruce will get angry and kidnap u

2. still creepy but not as bad. more like extravagant gifts, vacations, parties. he’ll still flirt and try to have as much physical contact with u as possible but he knows where to draw the line. you wouldn’t quit cuz yk great pay, okay boss. but like his feelings would get too much to contain and he’ll kidnap u in the end anyway

if i had to diagnose the batmans i care abt id sayyyy 1 is Affleck, 2 is bale, and Pattinson is a mix of both. comic batman has so many different writers and each run has a different personality for him saur depends on the writer lmao

u wouldn’t be able to date cuz of yk…….. WE rules………… but he’ll get tired of that taboo/secret relationship bs pretty quickly and just kidnap u

if u don’t accept a position as an assistant/secretary, he gets it but more than likely, his feelings for u will intensify and he’ll end up taking you to keep at wayne manor

before getting into when ur stuck at wayne manor, lets break down bruce’s thoughts abt u

he has put u on a PEDESTAL

ur amazing, beautiful, gorgeous, u. can. do. no. wrong.

in his mind, ur the light to his darkness

alfred totally enables him and if we’re talking dilf bruce, the kids learn from him so they just assume this is what love is, kidnapping and manipulation

you’d adjust to life at wayne manor (not quickly but yk mf is RICH, ur gonna be treated so well once u understand that u cant leave)

bruce wouldn’t torture u but he’d pavlov u for sure

you would only be given comfort and relief when ur around him/good to him

if ur not good, then he’d probably keep u locked up in the batcave or in any of the many empty rooms at the manor

bruce wayne is the most powerful and influential person, ANDD has THE most powerful people on the planet as his best friends… you’re stuck with him babes

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b1mbodoll · 10 months

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Matthe hcs? Or literally any zb1 I BEG

pairings: seok matthew, kim taerae x f! reader

warnings: size kink + breath play + strength kink + impact play + oral + dacryphilia + degradation + sadist! taerae + ruined orgasms + omorashi

💌: chose matt n taerae bc the brain rot has been awful :D also thank u to my beloved lil bella (@bubbleseo) for letting me use an idea we talked abt in dm’s !!! be sure to follow her i <3 her writing ‘nd she has the best thoughts ever ૮꒰。• ༝•꒱ ა ♡ ૮꒰•༝ •。꒱ა

˚ʚ seok matthew ɞ˚

❤︎₊ ⊹ matthew’s strength kink ties into his size kink. he loves how easily he can toss you around because he’s just so much stronger than you <3 he’s hunky and beefy and absolutely ripped, using his strength to his advantage by slapping you across the face when you get a little too mouthy for his taste, eyes watering and cheek stinging. despite the pain you clench your thighs, squirming a little and moaning each time he hits you, becoming more and more desperate to feel his cock inside of you and filling you up

❤︎₊ ⊹ he’s a fan of breath play as well. wraps a strong arm around you, tucked beneath your chin and flexes, restricting your oxygen intake and making you claw at his bicep. you’re never able to make him stop though, forced to gasp and struggle for breath until he decides you’ve had enough, your cunt dripping and chest heaving when he lets you go. matthew’s kind of a meanie, but only sometimes! like when you go down on him, deepthroating his cock ‘nd gagging around him, knowing how much he likes hearing you struggle to take him. if you try pulling off before makin’ him cum he just lays a heavy hand on the back of your head, using his strength to force his length down your throat. he pinches your nose and uses you like a cocksleeve until he blows his load and his cum floods your mouth, not bothering to check whether you’re conscious or not.

❤︎₊ ⊹ while he does enjoy titles like sir or daddy, he prefers hearing you moan his name while he’s fucking you. he likes knowing that he’s the one making you feel good and every little whimper or mewl of “matty please” and breathy moan of his full name makes him crazy, bucking his hips wildly to draw more cries from you and grunting when your hands find their way to his biceps, digging your nails into them and making him hiss, cock twitching inside of you because he loves the pain and little reminders of you littered all over his body

˚ʚ kim taerae ɞ˚

❤︎₊ ⊹ taerae is such a sweetheart but there’s something about him that screams sadist to me. he gets off on your pain and humiliation, cock impossibly hard when you start to cry as he degrades you, calling you his dumb little breeding bitch and slamming his cock into you harshly. each thrust is powerful, the fat tip of his dick kissing your cervix every he pushes his length deep inside and ripping squeals from you.

❤︎₊ ⊹ he likes making you feel so good it hurts, forcing you to cum for him over and over until you’re shaking and tears are streaming down your cheeks. it doesn’t matter how much you beg him to stop because you’re a toy for his pleasure and if he wants to use you until you’re nothin’ but a cockdrunk dummy then that’s what he’s gonna do <3 but if you struggle or push him away, taerae gets even meaner. he’ll bury his face between your thighs and lap at your cunt, wrapping his lips around your clit and bringing you closer to the edge, pulling away right before your orgasm hits to slap your sore pussy, sobs and wails like music to his ears.

❤︎₊ ⊹ there’s nothing he loves more than dumping his piss inside your messy little cunt :( he fucks you from behind, each thrust calculated and powerful, making you sigh and whine softly. you’re so dumb for thinkin’ he’s nice enough to fuck you without an ulterior motive, and it shows when your pussy clenches around him as your orgasm washes over you, pushing yourself back onto him and focusing on making him cum. he lets you enjoy yourself for a bit until the pressure on his bladder is too much to bear and he’s draping himself over you before letting go. his piss is warm and you can feel the steady stream splash inside of you, moaning loudly at the feeling. “you’re so fucking nasty,” he spits, teeth clenched as his hips stutter, pelvis wet with cum and piss. “aren’t you ashamed? can’t believe my princess enjoys bein’ used like this.” taerae’s words have your lip wobbling, eyes squeezed shut as you try not to cry but he doesn’t stop, he won’t until you’re sobbing so hard your body shakes. “this is what you were made for, isn’t that right?” you nod in reply, cunt clenching around him and milking his cock until you’re so full his piss leaks out of you, pooling on the bedsheets below.

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seungkw1 · 5 months

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maestro — ljh // chapter 1

⛧ pairing: lee jihoon x afab!reader (reader uses she/her pronouns) ⛧ theme: fantasy, suggestive (18+ smut in future chapters) ⛧ chapter wc: 2.7k ⛧ warnings: minor knife violence ⛧ a/n: when i tell u that lee jihoon wrecked me sooooo bad this comeback !!!! the maestro mv was fully giving villain!woozi and my brain took that and absolutely ran with it. also, this is my first chapter fic!! much more to come, stay tuned <3

Your knowledge of the enemy is minimal, but what is known for certain is this: the Maestro is a dark and powerful sorcerer that is not to be trifled with - and you’ve just walked right into his trap.

You fucked up.

Your task was simple enough: sneak into the palace, steal the ring, and get the hell out. You’ve done countless jobs like this over the years - you're a professional for fuck’s sake. Sure, this gig was a bit more high-profile than usual, but nothing you couldn't handle.

Yet somehow, they caught you.

You rack your brain for a clue - something, anything, to indicate what went wrong. But you come up blank. Everything had gone according to plan (up until you found yourself surrounded by imperial guards with a knife at your throat, anyway), not a single detail overlooked. Something is off here, your instinct tells you.

Here you are now, being forcefully escorted through the palace’s underlevels by a squad of imperial goons. The head goon hauls you through the dim hallways, his grip on your arm painfully tight, knife drawn and at the ready in case you were to try something foolish. A dark mask covers his lower face, so he's hard to get a read on, but you can tell he’s nothing more than a large, brainless oaf. You’ve single-handedly outwitted enemies like him in the past - but here, you are far too outnumbered. For the time being, you comply.

You arrive at a large steel door, adorned only by a small barred window in its middle. With a rough shove the guard pushes you into the cell - you fall to the ground, your palms striking the cold stone floor. The hinges let out a horrid creaking sound before the door slams shut with a loud CLANG. You hear the clunking of a heavy chain, then the click of a padlock. Footsteps fade away as the imperial squad retreats - then, silence. You are all alone, trapped, imprisoned in this musty cell, somewhere in the depths of the Maestro’s palace.

You sit on the hard ground, alone with your thoughts. The more you think about it, the only explanation is that this was a setup. But the Agency’s entire job is to sift through lies and misinformation; if this was a trap, there must be something larger at play - something elaborate, sinister.

Unfortunately for you, you have nothing but time to try and piece together this puzzle. You lean your head against the stone wall, trying to figure out how the fuck you're gonna get yourself out of this mess.

The absence of natural light leaves you with no way of telling time. The silence grows eerie. Your mind wanders, imagination soon running wild. You’ve heard of people who lose their minds within days of solitary confinement. Will that happen to me?, you can’t help but wonder. How long will I be here? Are they going to bring me food, or am I doomed to die of starvation? How did I even end up here? What are they planning to do with me? What if they forget about me? What if…

Your mind grows weary. You decide to lay down - no use in staying awake and overthinking. You rest your head on the gravelly floor - it’s uncomfortable, but your eyelids soon become heavy. You drift in and out of consciousness, strange visions and voices floating through your mind. Before long, you are asleep.

You’re running. You don’t know where to, but you are running through winding, endless corridors. Running from… something. You don’t know what. The sound of your racing heartbeat pounds in your ears, surpassed only by the heaving pants of your labored breathing. The neverending halls begin to expand around you - they grow larger and larger, disorienting your sense of perception. From behind, unsettling noises draw nearer and nearer: screeching echoes, thunderous crashes, wicked laughter. You run, but it’s not fast enough. The horrid sounds infiltrate your mind, reverberating through your skull so loudly you feel as if your head is about to explode. Suddenly, through blurred vision you see the hallway’s end; at it stands a cloaked figure, facing away from you. You can’t see anything else of the entity, but you sense the dark energy that surrounds it. Dread wells in the pit of your stomach, filling you with terror - but, for some reason, you are drawn to the malevolent being. Their presence is magnetic, alluring - frightening, but seductive. You press on - you don’t know why, but you must get to them. Your legs feel as if they’ve turned to lead - each footstep slowing you down further. You’re almost there, almost, almost… finally - the figure is within arm’s reach. In excruciating slow motion, you extend your hand toward them. Your fingertips graze the black cloak, its woven texture coarse against your skin. Your hand glides over the thick fabric - you close your grip around their shoulder, forcefully turning them around to face you. You lift your gaze to look at their face-

BANG.

You jolt awake in a panic. Disoriented, heart pounding, it takes you a moment to realize you’re still in the cold, dark prison cell. Faint light enters the room through the now-open doorway. Standing in it is a tall, thin man - you can barely make out his face, but his presence is unsettling. He peers down at you, his piercing eyes practically boring a hole into your head.

“Come with me,” is all he says.

You blink dully a few times, still not fully lucid. You try to process what all is happening, but your dream (nightmare?) weighs heavily at the forefront of your mind. The odious man quickly becomes irritated.

“GET UP!” he bellows at you.

You rise, stumbling to your feet. Two guards enter from behind him, swiftly seizing hold of your arms and yanking you out of the cell. They halt in front of the man. An unpleasant scowl seems permanently engraved on his face. He smirks at you.

“Well aren’t you pretty.”

You spit on the ground in front of his feet. The man glares at you with vitriol. He draws a short sword from the depths of his cloak, pointing it at your face. He traces the razor-sharp tip lightly across your cheek.

“Act like that again,” he sneers. With a quick flick of the wrist he delivers a small slash into your cheekbone. You barely flinch.

“And I’ll carve some very permanent scars into that pretty little face of yours.”

You stare at him, but say nothing. With a huff he turns, sauntering off into the hallway.

“Come along now. The Maestro wants to see you.”

—

The first thing you notice upon entering the chamber is the hundreds of candles set alight, illuminating the otherwise unlit space. The second is the hooded figure seated upon the throne at the room’s distant end, reclining arrogantly - watching you intensely.

You hadn’t seen their face, but you know: it is the figure from your dream.

The guards stand you before the Maestro. You still can’t see their face. The thin man who summoned you steps forward, giving a small bow to his master.

“The thief, Your Majesty.”

The Maestro leans forward. Their face, previously shadowed, becomes illuminated in the candlelight: you see a man, much younger than anticipated - and strikingly beautiful. His eyes, adorned with dark makeup, peer up and down your body, studying you. He rises, nonchalantly descending the few steps before him; the clacking of his boots against the dark marble echoes through the otherwise silent chamber. He strolls toward you, maintaining eye contact, coming to a stop within mere inches of you. Slowly he removes his hood, revealing a head of long pale tresses. Up close, he is even more stunning.

The man lifts his hand, delicately taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger. He tilts your head, observing the cut on your cheek.

“I told you to bring me the prisoner unharmed,” he scolds his servant. His gaze doesn’t stray from your face.

The subordinate’s face drops. “Apologies, my liege,” he responds hesitantly. “I-”

“Leave.”

He says nothing else. The servant’s eyes darken with fear. “My liege-”

The man before you motions to the guards. “Take him away.”

The guards seize the man, dragging him from the chamber in silence. The door closes with a heavy thud. You are now alone with the enemy.

Your existing knowledge of the mysterious individual known as the Maestro is minimal - you have a fairly high level of clearance within the Agency, but even there the details are sparse. Rumors abound, but what is known for certain is this: the Maestro is a dark and powerful sorcerer, and is not to be trifled with.

You watch the man before you intently as he turns on his heels, meandering casually across the room, hands behind his back. Undoubtedly, his presence is intimidating; but admittedly he does not seem to be nearly the loathsome monster you’ve been led to believe he is. Regardless, you will not be letting your guard down.

“My apologies for the poor treatment you have received thus far,” the man starts as he resumes his seat upon the large, ornate chair. A bowl of deep-purple grapes sits on the table beside him; he reclines again, reaching for the supple fruits. He plucks a particularly round grape from its stem, drawing it to his lips - he places it upon his tongue, holding it there momentarily before biting down, its juicy flesh bursting within his mouth. He chews, his eyes fixated upon you. He swallows before continuing.

“I had to ensure you were who I thought you were, and not some irrelevant member of the Agency.”

You grimace, displeased to learn that your suspicions were correct. He did know about the mission, and presumably the Agency’s agenda too. If that’s the case, then how much else does he know…

You’re itching to ask him who exactly he thinks you are, but you hold your tongue. You know better than to engage with the enemy unless absolutely necessary.

“But now that I am certain, I assure you you will receive nothing but the finest accommodations.”

You say nothing. He eats another grape. You’ve been staring for far too long when you realize his plush lips seem to have you in a trance; you quickly return to glaring at him.

A few moments of silence pass. The intense eye contact he sustains stirs up a sensation within you - not fear, not worry, but rather… intrigue. You know the man is dangerous, yet here you are - simply captivated by him. You silently curse yourself for allowing emotion to infiltrate your mind like this. You’re smarter than this. Get your shit together.

“Refusing to speak, I see. Very well then. But aren’t you curious?” He leans forward, taunting you. “You know I hold the answers you seek, y/n.”

Your stomach drops. He just called you by your real name. Members of the Agency are exclusively referred to by their code names - even amongst colleagues, true identities remain concealed. How does he…

Your face remains stoic, indifferent, but he smirks. He can read you like an open book, and he knows you know it.

“Go on, question me. You must see there is no threat here - I am unarmed. You may speak freely.”

You know that’s an absolute crock of bullshit. A cunning sorcerer is never truly unarmed - god knows what he could conjure up in the blink of an eye. But, admittedly he does have a point. You very well may die here - might as well get some fucking answers first.

“How did you know I was coming?” you ask coldly.

A sly grin appears on his face. “Ah, she speaks! Good girl.” You scowl at him; he continues. “It’s simple, really - it was me who allowed the Agency to ‘discover’ the location of the palace. I made sure their little reconnaissance efforts would lead them to send their most skilled operative to retrieve the ring.”

“You wanted the ring to be stolen.”

“No. I wanted the ring to be stolen by you.”

You pause at his unexpected words. What?

Every neuron in your brain is screaming at you to be silent, don’t play into his little games. But you open your mouth anyway.

“And why me?”

“Oh, I’ve had my eyes on you for quite some time, darling.”

Your stomach jolts. He said it so nonchalantly, as if he was telling you the weather rather than admitting he’s been watching your every move for god knows how long.

You stare at him incredulously. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

He simply shakes his head. “Patience - you will learn the whole story in due time. Guards!”

A new pair of imperials, much more polished and intelligent-looking than their brutish counterparts you’ve dealt with thus far, enter the room.

“Please escort my guest to her bedchamber for the night. I must retire.”

The guards steer you toward the hallway. You follow without resistance.

“Goodnight, y/n,” the man calls as you step through the doorway. You glimpse back: he is seated in the same position, watching you intensely. You catch a curious look in his eye, one you can’t quite read. He disappears as the heavy door shuts behind you.

—

As promised, your new accommodations are satisfactory - lavish, even. You’ve never seen a room with so many ornate embellishments, nor a bed with so many cushions and fine coverings. The washroom was equally fanciful, offering a large tub and luxurious-looking towels. Enticing, certainly, but at this point you are exhausted, and simply want to sleep anywhere that isn’t a cold stone floor. You lay upon the bed, not even bothering to retreat under the covers. Within seconds, you drift off to sleep.

You find yourself in the same hallway again - this time, not running, but merely standing behind the cloaked figure. You extend your hand, grabbing his shoulder and turning him round. You raise your eyes, meeting his gaze - but where his eyes should be, you only found blackness. You stare into the void of his sockets, hypnotized in fear, their darkness seeming to infiltrate your soul. He draws a dagger from his cloak, shoving you into the wall and placing it against your throat. You feel its pressure, but it does not break skin. He draws his face into yours, tenderly placing his lips upon your cheekbone - right atop your freshly-scarring cut. He kisses you - slowly, fervidly, his lips burning against your skin, but instead of pain you feel only pleasure. His free hand wraps around the small of your back, pulling your torso into his, holding you tightly against his blisteringly-hot form. The dagger remains perilously at your throat, a constant reminder of the power he holds over you. His lips parts from your cheek as he draws his head back, looking at you once again, the abysmal darkness of his stare penetrating through you. Slowly, he leans in, his lips converging on yours. Your mouth reaches for his, wanting for his kiss, yearning for his taste-

Your eyes open. There are no windows in your room, but you get the sense that it is morning, midday perhaps. Dazed, you try to wake yourself up, but your mind keeps drifting back to your dream - to the man who has somehow infiltrated your subconscious. You raise your hand to your face, running your fingertips over your wound, but…

Quickly, you sit up, tossing your feet to the floor and heading toward the washroom. You approach the mirror, peering your face in close to the glass. Where there should have been a fresh scar: nothing. Not a mark on your skin.

You frown. You don’t know what this means, but you suspect nothing good will come of it.

A knock comes from the door. You hear the turn of the lock, followed by the creaking of the door swinging open. A young female servant enters, carrying a bundle of fabrics. A second follows, placing a tea set on the small table.

“You are expected at supper today,” the first woman informs you curtly. She places the fabrics upon your bed. “Wash up and dress in fresh clothes.” The two leave swiftly without another word.

You let out a sigh of annoyance. So this is how it’s going to be then. Fine - I’ll play along with his little games. You glance back at the mirror. A tired face looks back at you, grimacing.

Not like I have much of a choice anyway.

⛧ chapter 2: coming soon ⛧

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eashn · 1 year

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hi, i loved ur hq headcanons! 🥹 can i request pegging oikawa? dw if u dont wanna write it!! thank u 😋

hey there, i’m so glad to hear you enjoyed!!! and YES most certainly—i just know that mfer would be the absolute BRATTIEST at first but so easy to wear down. this is more like the foreplay to pegging more than actual pegging itself, but i hope it sort of matches what you were expecting! enjoy <3

pegging oikawa tōru

word count: ~0.7k

warnings: NSFW/sexual content, fem!reader, bondage (oikawa in handcuffs), anal fingering, strap-on, a single ass slap, slight feature of my size kink because he is 6 FUCKING FEET TALL, swearing, bratty!oikawa

“Ngh—you got me in a…predicament here, sweetheart,” Oikawa groaned.

You said nothing, shoving his face into the mattress. With the other hand, you yanked his arms behind his back.

“Watch the face,” he said muffledly.

“Shut up,” you replied, looping a pair of handcuffs around his wrists.

He was on his knees before you, stripped naked and sticking his ass up sweetly in the air. “Hmph!” he cried, the sound high, irritating, and utterly childish. Twisting his neck around in your grasp, he pouted dramatically over his shoulder, making a show of squirming around in the cuffs.

As if he hadn’t asked for this himself.

Since that first time—when Oikawa Tōru quietly, blushingly admitted the kind of fantasies he touches himself to late at night—he’d been pretty straightforward about all this. “I want you to fuck me in the ass like I’m your little bitch, Y/N,” he’d said, not fifteen minutes ago. And now, here he was: all sulky and petulant, grumbling about this and that while simultaneously, his puckered hole was tensing around nothing, begging to be filled. God, he was difficult.

“Y’know,” he smirked up at you, face half-smushed into the sheets, “if it was me doing the fucking, I wouldn’t have needed these.” He rattled the handcuffs to prove his point. “I’d just hold that little cunt down with my bare hands, wouldn’t I, baby? Doesn’t that embarrass you?”

You stared quietly down at him for a moment. For you knew what he was doing: fighting you for dominance to make it seem like he was the one in control. It was a last-ditch effort to regain a shred of his own dignity.

But.

“No,” you answered. “I’m not embarrassed, Tōru. Know why?”

You didn’t wait for his reply. You simply tightened the grip you had in those soft, brown curls and yanked his head toward you. He hissed. And, leaning in, you whispered in his ear:

“Because I’m not the one that’s on my knees.”

Oh, he whined at that—he whimpered and moaned nonstop the second you let go and started lubing up his clenching hole. He shuddered as you kneaded his pretty, pale skin, and he gasped when you slapped one pert asscheek. One of your hands stayed at his rim, carefully working at the taut ring of muscle. He buried his face back in the sheets when you started inching a finger inside.

“Please,” he grunted, working himself back against your hand.

“What was that?” you asked.

“W-want…more—please.”

“Aw,” you tsked. And because he asked nicely, you worked another finger into him, gently stroking his stretched-tight walls as he moaned with relief. “What were you saying earlier? You gonna ‘hold me down with your bare hands’? Huh, baby?” You picked up the pace of your fingers, and a wail tumbled from Oikawa’s lips.

“I don’t know,” you drawled, “Looks to me like you’re stuck, Tōru. God—look at you. So big and powerful and you’re begging for me, aren’t you? Got you tied up—slick and ready, ass in the air. Gonna fuck you boneless, babe.”

Shit. It was getting to you, too: the sight of him sweaty and plaint beneath you had heat pooling in your core, dripping out onto the bed. You had to be quick—get him close, pound him into the mattress for a bit, till he was pleading for release—then you’d deny him. Make him finish you off instead. He whined as you eased your fingers out of his ass. You squeezed another glob of lube into your palm and, wrapping your hand around the thick shaft of the strap-on fastened to your hips, you smeared it up and down. You guided its tip to the back of Oikawa’s thigh.

“You’re not gonna survive this, Tōru,” you whispered darkly. Hunching over him, you leaned into his ear again. “I’m gonna wreck that little hole tonight.”

Then, your free hand snaked around to his stomach. You grasped his twitching cock, spreading the dribbling precum across his tip with your thumb. Oikawa whimpered.

“Wr-wreck me,” he mumbled, voice desperate and warbly. You smiled, nuzzling your nose into his hair.

“Good boy,” you murmured, sliding the strap into his wet, ready hole.

thank you for reading and i hope you enjoyed!

requests for haikyuu drabbles/headcannons are WIDE OPEN; please drop by with your ideas!!!! and follow @eashn for more :)

#haikyuu smut #hq smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu headcannons #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #oikawa smut #haikyuu boys

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s1llysmut · 4 months

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NSFW Alphabet for Cherri

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

She’s definitely the type to immediately cuddle and sleep. She’ll worry about cleaning up later.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Her favourite body part on herself is her tits. Her favourite body part on you is your ass. She loves to slap it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She loves to ride your face and cum in your mouth. It makes her feel powerful and confident. Plus she thinks you look so pretty with her juices all over your face.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She would love to overstimulate you. To tie you up and make you cum over and over and over again.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She’s fairly experienced. Not as experienced as Angel Dust but she still knows what she’s doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

If she’s with a guy she loves riding him. If she’s with a girl she loves using a strap-on in doggy style.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She can be goofy. If something funny happens she’s not afraid to laugh and she doesn’t want you to be either.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She doesn’t shave but she does keep it trimmed. It’s absolutely pink like her hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It depends on the day. If it’s just regular sex she’ll be fairly intimate, but if you two are doing some bdsm shit on the other hand…

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She definitely uses toys like a vibrator. You know those little pink bunny vibrators? Yeah, she uses those.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She’s sadistic. Whether she’s making you cry from overstimulation, or making you yelp from spanking, she lives for those noises you make.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

She prefers the bedroom since there’s more space and privacy. If you’re having a quickie however she doesn’t care where you are.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If you wear clothes around her that accentuate your curves or other features she will be dragging you away in no time.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

She wouldn’t share you. Threesomes are a no for her. She loves you and she’d get way too jealous.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She doesn’t mind giving you oral but she prefers riding your face. She just loves how pathetic you look under her.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

That depends the day. Regularly she’s pretty fast and rough but if it’s a special occasion she’s definitely gonna take her time.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She likes them but she likes them even more when you’re the one begging asking for it. She loves how needy you get for her.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Of course she’ll take risks! What’s the point in living or, well, not living, if you’re not going to take risks!

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

She can go for about 3 rounds before she gets tired or bored.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yes she owns a fair amount. She’s got vibrators and dildos that she uses on herself and you, and she also has whips, flogs, rope, handcuffs, ball gags, etc.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She LOVES to tease you. Sometimes she’ll tease you and not even help fix the problem she caused.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She’s quite the fan of dirty talk and she does moan an average amount.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She prefers to be dominant in the bedroom. She also low key has a thing for seeing you cry.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

She’s got C or D cups and perky pink nipples.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s not super high but she’ll probably wanna fuck 3 times a week at minimum.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

She immediately checks on you and then curls up with you and sleeps. She’ll leave the cleaning up for later.

#smut fic #smut #hazbin x reader #hazbin smut #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel #hazbin cherri bomb #cherri bomb #cherry bomb

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kitten4sannie · 1 year

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ok hear me out bc this is a bit freaky, but yeo making u hold ur pee all day and laughing at u when u piss urself

ahhh a fellow piss enthusiastttt you came to the right place heheh,, but omg yeo would be such a bullyyyy <33 i hope you enjoy this little imagine :3 (i say little but it’s an entire essay atp loll)

imagine he takes you out to the city to look around, enjoy the scenery, the hustle and bustle around you, the stores, the food, the drinks. Now that you think about it, he keeps buying them for you and sharing them with you, but you end up drinking most of them on your own. A matcha latte you saw in an ad on the cafe window, a new bubble tea flavor you just had to have, and now you had ended up in some bar sharing a beer flight.

You were denied access to the bathroom all day, but now it was starting to get serious. Your bladder was pressing painfully against your lower abdomen, feeling like it would burst at any second.

It didn’t help that your boyfriend got some sick amusement out of watching you squirm and whine, your face screwed in discomfort. “I really have to go, Yeo…please, can I go?”

Yeo would lick his lips and push one of the beers he barely touched in your direction. “Maybe after you finish this, baby.”

You might’ve been dating a sadist, but you couldn’t complain. You wanted what he wanted, even if that meant it would end in humiliation.

You drank the beer down and immediately crossed one leg over the other, gripping the edge of the glossy wooden table, your knuckles white. “Yeo, I’m seriously going to burst. Please…please let me go.”

Yeosang would stand up after he paid for the drinks and lean in towards you, his piercing gaze studying the light sheen of sweat on your skin, your flushed cheeks, the concern etched into your face. Seeing you like this always made him extremely pleased. And harder than he’s ever been before. “Hold it,” he would command callously, as he guided you out of the crowded bar, your core aching with every step, doing everything in your power not to piss yourself with an audience present.

Once he leads you outside to an empty alleyway, he pushes you against the wall, making you let out a squeaking sound. “Yeo, it’s gonna come out. I can’t fucking hold it anymore!”

Yeosang presses his large hand against your taut lower abdomen, slowly pushing down, cooing, “Aww, is the poor baby gonna piss all over herself in front of me? Gonna get all filthy, hm? You can’t be a good girl and hold it longer?”

“I can’t…i can’t hold it…I can’t…” you mumbled under your breath, only taking one more push of your boyfriend’s hand, before your muscles relaxed against your will. Breathing heavily and whining, “It’s coming out,” a heavy amount of liquid begins to pour down your legs and past your skirt, drenching your thighs and spilling onto the concrete floor. “Yeosang…this is all your fault…”

Overwhelmed with the sight of you pissing yourself against your will, ready to lap up the tears that fell from your burning face, Yeosang would let out a satisfied laugh, pointing at the yellowish stream that was still flowing onto the floor and creating a puddle around the both of your feet. “Look at you, baby, holy shit. You’re making such a mess! You’re so fucking filthy.”

Now you really couldn’t hold back the tears, grabbing onto Yeosang’s shoulders and pulling him into a hug, crying into his neck, “Your fault…you meanie…”

He would rub your lower back in circles, pressing kisses onto your jaw and earlobe, whispering, “Don’t cry, sweetheart. You know I love it when you’re a dirty girl.”

#ask #for anon 🖤#ateez #ateez yeosang #ateez imagines #ateez hard hours #yeosang #ateez hard thoughts

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melodygatesauthor · 2 years

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hi love happy early birthday i love ur writing! <3 could u pls do the prompt “you know, i prefer you naked, but that dress also looks breathtaking on you.” with marc spector?

Leave it On

Marc Spector X f!Reader

Ooooh Nonnie I love this one! Ugh Marc is just so...he's an enigma to be honest (in the best way) but I think I'm getting him pinned down ahaha.

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, soft!Marc, Marc is a little touch starved, he's so sweet I can't stand it, p in v creampie

Word Count: 459

You and Marc just go home from a night out. You were toeing off your shoes and walking into the bedroom. He followed behind, removing his blazer. You turned just as he unbuttoned the second button of his shirt. You started removing your strap.

“Baby, you know…I prefer you naked, but damn that dress looks breathtaking on you.” He sounded out of breath, sparking excitement in your core.

“Oh?” You pulled your strap back up. “You want me to keep it on?”

He nodded, “yeah.”

You stepped forward, brushing a stray curl back from his face.

“What else do you want me to do?” You asked softly, looking deep into his eyes.

“Your hand is so soft baby, just play with my hair please.” He grabbed your rear, forcing a gasp from you as he picked you up with ease.

His lips crashed into yours while he slammed you against the wall. You kept your hands tangled in his locks while he reached under you to fumble with his pants. Within seconds, Marc was thrusting himself into you, splitting your pussy open over his cock. You tugged on his hair while you moaned. You were glad you’d decided to forgo panties that night.

Marc latched his mouth onto your sternum, pushing his face in there so hard that it stifled his breathing. You held onto him tightly while he kept rutting into you. When he looked back up at you, his eyes looked almost drunk.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty.”

You leaned down and kissed him, stealing his groans and grunts into your mouth with every powerful thrust. When your nails dragged back over his scalp he lost it a little, head falling back in a smile before his eyes locked back on to yours.

“Love when you touch me like that baby, feels so…” He dropped his forehead onto your chest and dragged one of the hands from your ass cheek up to hold your waist.

He dug in there, his grip was intentional but not rough.

“M-Marc I…I’m gonna…”

“Yes, baby, let me feel you. I wanna feel it.” He said in between thrusts.

If not for Marc’s strength, holding you with the support of the wall against your back, you would’ve fallen over. Your body went numb as the feeling of your orgasm washed over you. Marc continued to mumble things to you like, that’s it my pretty baby, keep going, and, I’m almost there, I’m right behind you.

And he was right behind you, filling you up with his heat. His hips stammered, coming to a halt as he emptied himself into you. When he put you down, you noticed a wet spot on the dress.

You groaned, “damn it.”

He chuckled, “looks even better now.”

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berrypass-de-murdler · 8 days

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2 - 6 The Tiny Island Murder Mystery

if there's anything I can do so that some of you can accept me let me know ok? i'm trying my best always

Fletch is in charge of Sable - she has a basic artwork but I'll save her design reveal for when her main is done. I love her and I can't wait to show her! <3

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

Admiral Navy is sensitive to the idea of vomit, so he gets very woozy after Uncle Midnight’s accident. So much so, that he drives the boat into an island! Uncle Midnight flies off in an entertaining fashion.

SABLE: My rescuers? MY RESCUERS!

An adorable deep-sea hedgehog in tattered clothes rushes to them and hugs the human boy.

SABLE: Finally, I’ve waited my whole life for this! U. MIDNIGHT: Oh! Uh… [blush] LOGICO: Hold it, HOLD IT! This has happened to me before, and the most important thing is to make sure nobody is murdered.

But the backup captain (whom Navy was stashing in a crate) is dead!

LOGICO: That’s unsurprising for a number of reasons!

There is a clear attack wound, so it is confirmed a murder. But this person would have died a really gruesome death regardless, so the killer essentially put them out of their misery.

This little island is a scenic stereotype. A single palm tree, a single grave, and the giant-ass boat lodged into the side.

“RIP Beloved Butler Beryl. Buried in a private ceremony.”

LOGICO: …Was that…? NAVY: …What. LOGICO: THE BUTLER FROM THE LEGEND! NAVY: OH. Um… yes. LOGICO: And is that whose skull you’re holding? NAVY: What? No. This is just for something I’m practicing. ‘To be… or not…’ [sigh] I forgot the line again.

Sable is crouched under the tree.

SABLE: I can’t believe my rescuers got stuck. At least I won’t be alone… U. MIDNIGHT: Pssh, yeah, amiright? So uh… what… uh… whatcha been up to? [encroaches]

She looks at him with soft eyes. Delicately, she throws up into a can of rotten frog soup.

U. MIDNIGHT: WOW, okay.

Irratino tries to call Logico to give him a clue, but there’s no cell signal on the island! He begins to panic…

But the ultimate killer was Uncle Midnight!

U. MIDNIGHT: Aw, come on, man! I gotta keep the party going SOMEHOW! LOGICO: Seriously?

A ‘real’ boat comes to pick them up!

SABLE: My rescuers? MY RESCUERS! NAVY: Thank goodness. This story has a happy ending after all…

Logico, Sable, and Navy all get on the boat and sail off.

U. MIDNIGHT: Heheh, y’all know I can’t swim, right. U. MIDNIGHT: … U. MIDNIGHT: Guys? U. MIDNIGHT: GUYS?!?! AW COME ON ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW? YOU’RE SERIOUSLY GONNA LEAVE ME ON THE DEAD ISLAND? YOU ACT LIKE I’M THE PROBLEM, THE CAPTAIN WAS THE ONE WHO KEPT THAT GUY IN A BOX! GUYS!! COME ON!!! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLL-

They can’t hear him.

The end!

... i never meant to offend anyone, and i'm sorry...

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

#murdle #cartoonmurdleverse

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ariel26c · 1 month

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im applying the law, but instead of the feeling of success that everyone else gets i feel panicked. the 'feeling' people usually get when they're in the wish fulfilled state, the feeling of accepting it and it being real—im not getting that. i dont see a clear picture when i visualize. every time i try to, i end up breaking down and feeling like a failure... but I'm still trying to go on because why is it that the people who hurt me and practically ruined my life get to live successfully, while i suffer? thats not fair... i promised myself that if i could just get 3 Bs, ill turn my life around and work really hard... but is it over for me? i want to win, im trying to, but im scared

im trying my best to visualize myself getting 3 Bs, reenacting my friends faces when i get the results, praying to God and thanking Him for blessing me and continuing to bless me, but there is this fear still lingering at the back of my mind... i feel like I'm not doing it right. i have like one day left and I'm so nervous. im going over posts, tweets, and every time I feel a little better, it all comes crashing down because of doubts. theres only one thing one my mind right now: 'how am I gonna turn it around in one day?' i know that the 3D does not matter and that everything is done in imagination, but here i feel like its not done in imagination either

right now nothings clicking in my head, whatever i read is getting scrambled in my mind, i feel so lost and empty. could u please tell me what to do in this specific situation? u can be as harsh as you want if that's what's needed to get the point across. im really sorry for the bother and id be really grateful if u could please help out, ive never been this desperate before... my life cant be over before it even started

Babe don’t stress yourself out. If you don’t like visualizing then don’t do it. Do what you wanna do not what others are doing. You don’t need to visualize perfectly anyway. I think most people don’t visualize in perfect detail. Make your own method if you enjoy doing methods.

Create your own rules for manifestation because as long as you persist that’s what matters. Feeling isn’t that important. I know some say feeling like it’s yours is necessary to manifest but it’s not. Don’t worry about not feeling the feelings and simply persist. Also stop trying and simply be. Choose to be a winner in life. Choose to be successful. Choose that you live life on easy mode.

Thinking as if you were the best version of yourself. You are so powerful that you could literally have anything. What others have done to you simply needs to be let go and focus on the now because now is when you’ll get to love your dreams. You’ll live a better life than all those losers who hurt you. Doubts hold no power over your manifestations. Accept them and move on. It’s done because you say so. Period. It’s okay to not believe.

Stop searching for posts if you’re not apply what you’re learning. It’s pointless to scroll and scroll and search if you’re not even trying. You can do this my love. No matter how you feel or how many doubts you have you are still God at the end of the day. What you want you can have if you simply allowed yourself to have it.

In other words:

1. Doubts don’t matter.

2. You don’t need to feel it real.

3. You don’t need to believe.

4. What you’ve gone through in your past doesn’t matter because there is now.

5. If other people can experience happiness and get what they want then so can you.

6. Don’t worry about doing things perfectly. Visualize but if it stresses you out don’t do it. Make it easy for yourself by doing what you wanna do.

7. Simply persisting is all it takes.

#desired reality #law of the universe #affirmations #manifestation #manifesting #law of assumption #self concept

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A Little Less Sixteen Candles and a Little More "Touch Me"

Chapter 1

Demetri Alexopoulos x reader

Summary: a very self-indulgent fic of what it would be like to date Demetri as Robby's sibling/Johnny's kid.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

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You sigh as you walk through the front door, finally, you think, home. You slam your textbooks down on the kitchen counter, today was a long day and not a necessarily good one either.

“You know…” your brother starts from the couch, “there are better ways for you to deal with your anger besides taking it out on your math book.”

You roll your eyes at him, knowing where this is going, “I’m not doing karate with you and Mr. Larusso, Robby.”

He raises his hands in surrender, “it's not just me and him now, his daughter Sam-”

“yeah, I know her” you scoff.

“Yeah, well, she's doing it too, and you should join. It’d make it a lot less awkward between me and her,” he pleads.

“Yeah whatev-” you're cut off by the power in your apartment abruptly shutting off. “You've got to be kidding me.”

Robby stands up, “I'll deal with it,” and he leaves the apartment to find your shitty landlord.

Turns out your mom's new boyfriend didn't pay for this month's rent like he said he would.

“I've got to go to the dojo, do you think you could stay with a friend?” Robby asks, grabbing his bag.

Your mind flashes to your best friend, Demetri, and how he looked at you the first time you talked to him. Shocked that anyone, let alone the cool-looking new kid, spoke to him.

“Hello?” you waved a hand in front of the dark-haired boy's face, looking to his friend in support, but he gave you the same wide-eyed expression as his counterpart.

“I-uh-what was that?” Demetri snapped out of it.

“What did you get for question 8?” you repeated.

“Oh u-uh,” he looked down at his paper, “24!” he smiled nervously.

“Cool, thanks,” you returned the smile before turning back to your work.

That had become a regular occurrence, you asking them for help or confirming your answers during work periods. Until one day you sat with them at lunch, and you'd been friends ever since.

You knew Demetri wouldn't mind hanging out with you, but you also had a bit of a crush on him and didn't want to make things awkward.

“I think I’ll survive here by myself thanks,” you say sarcastically to your brother. He shakes his head and turns to leave, “Okay, whatever, bye.”

“Bye!” you yell after him. And then you’re left alone, in the dark.

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“Y/N!” a voice yells behind you, You turn your head, closing your locker in the process.

“Hey Demetri, what's up?” you beam at the taller boy.

“You're never gonna guess what happened! So I went to Cobra Kai…” oh here we go, more karate, you think tuning him out for a minute, “...but then I went to Miyagi-do and Mr. Larusso-”

“Wait, what? You went to Miyagi-do? Why?” you ask. Demetri didn't know your brother, but if he was at Miyagi-do it wouldn't be long until he found out who you really were.

“Weren't you listening? Because that Kresse guy fucking punched me in the face! look!” he said pointing to his under eye, where you could see a faint bruise. you frown and reach your hand out slightly, before thinking better of it. “Anyways, you should totally join, I haven't actually done any karate yet but-”

“Hey! Y/N!” someone else calls out to you. you turn your head to see Sam walking your way. Great.

“Hey,” you say with a tight-lipped smile.

“You um left this morning before my mom could give you this,” she holds out a brown paper bag. “and I uh grabbed you this because I saw you didn't eat anything this morning,” she holds out an apple.

“Thanks,” you reply awkwardly, grabbing the items from her.

“Yeah no problem,” she smiles, glancing from you to Demetri, before leaving.

“Um. What was that about?”

“Nothing.” You turn on your heel and start walking to class, biting into the apple Sam had given you.

“It's not nothing, since when are you friends with Sam Larusso? And since when have you ever stayed at her house?” Demetri asks, hot on your heels.

“I’m not friends with her. And I’m only staying with them until my mom gets back or until we can get enough money for rent,” you say with a huff.

“We?”

“Not me and Sam, me and my brother.”

“Wait you have a brother- why- why have you never told me this?!” he almost yells

“It never came up,” you shrug, taking another bite of the apple and entering your classroom.

“Never came up!” he scurried after you, “you talk about your mom all the time! and you never once mentioned a brother!”

“Yeah well he's never been worth mentioning,” you look at him, finishing the apple and tossing it in the garbage can behind him.

Demetri looks at you exasperatedly as the teacher begins the class.

#cobra kai #demetri alexopoulos #demetri alexopoulos x reader

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