#rag-doll stretching is just what I call when I just

[circusislife]

aszexdrctfuvgybhunj morning!!!

how ru? food/water/stretch??

also: ur awesome, love ya /p!!

and goodnight to you! :D <3

breakfast had, stretches good! (also still very pleasantly flexible from "rag-doll stretching" I did two days ago :3)

love you too! /p and you're also so very cool and caring!!!

(ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧<3

[yanderestarangel]

hello! i saw you write for batman n wanted to request. i dont care what version of batman it is-but my idea is being bruce waynes boyfriend (ftm reader), n' hes just so stressed out from being batman and having to keep villains at bay. so reader is basically used as bruce's stress relief! for kinks maybe: size kink, praise or degradation im not picky, rough sex, overstimulating reader, and whatever else fits! thank you-!

TW: Batman ( 2022 ), v!sex, overstimulation, rough sex, face fuck, dom!bruce, mask kink, fingering, degradation, afab anatomy, praise, ftm reader, vulnerable!kink, size!kink, porn plot, hard smut.

A/N: My first Batman request omg, Thank you for asking, I've been wanting to write about this man for a long time, I put my favorite Batman ૮ (ㅅ´ ˘ `) ᳝ ° ♡ ˙

It had been a month since your boyfriend had taken a break from his duty to fight crime in Gotham ── He was too tired, and the stress was noticeable in the way his jaw flexed harshly with each new call from a villain unleashed on the streets. You insisted many times that the batman just rest a little, but he always replied tensely: "it was his obligation."

But it was slowly killing him... And you needed to act soon before he had a nervous breakdown.

So when you saw your boyfriend walk through the door of Wayne Manor still dressed in his black night watchman's attire you greeted him completely naked making Bruce practically choke on his own saliva in surprise ── before any protest came from his lips you told him he could using you as an escape valve, a relief for everything that was accumulating inside him, you saw his blue eyes shine with practically every sweet and worried word that came out of your throat; a mix of love and animal dominance radiated from the man.

"Are you sure? When we started... We won't be able to stop until I speak." Bruce spoke calmly, his gloved hands were already running down and up your body, squeezing your bare ass as he grunted softly as he felt his cock stretch painfully in his pants ── a clear sign of raw need, and when the "yes" coming from you was heard The millionaire wasted no time in pinning you against his larger body and giving you a violent kiss, your tongues fought for control, radiating a heat that you both missed.

He soon broke the kiss when he saw you rubbing your pussy on his muscular thigh and leaving a wet trail on his battle suit.

"You want this... You like it, don't you?" He growls softly in his ear before applying enough pressure to your clit for you to scream in pleasure, he let go of that, forcing you to look at him while holding your face.

"Am I turning you on, little boy?" There was an undeniable hunger in Bruce's deep voice as he let go of your face and pulled you away from his thigh, he just lowered his pants enough for you to see his cock spring out already dripping precum from the pink tip.

"You're a shitty little whore, aren't you baby boy? How excited are you for this?" The batman growled softly, roughly pinning you to the nearest solid surface ── you were in a vulnerable position, your ass raised in the air as you felt his thick fingers grab a handful of your hair and his other hand came up against yours moisture opening your labia. He took off his leather glove while his bare fingers went down to your swollen and pulsating clit, watching you tremble and sputter with just his small touches.

"Calm down pretty boy, I've barely started and you're already falling apart? Such a dumb boy for a good dick, aren't you?" He mocked as he continued the rough administrations on your body ── he was treating you like a sex toy handling you like a rag doll easily and you loved every second of it, the taller man was animalistic as he made you submissive to him.

"What beautiful sounds you make, open your legs wider, little slut, come on."

He speaks sharply, grabbing your thighs, thrusting your hips even more towards him ── your breasts hurt against the cold wooden surface of the room but Wayne didn't care, not at that time, he just focused on making you sore enough.

He felt the stress go away every time you begged him to fuck you soon.

"Fuck- you look so hot like this..." Bruce stroked his own cock as he watched you drool and sob from being sore from all his stimulation. With a growl of need, he grabbed you tightly by the waist and pulled you up until your cunt lined up perfectly over his hard tip.

"You're going to take this like a big boy, aren't you?" You gasp as he slides inside you, ── His cock feels so good inside you like your body was custom made for him. He pushed into you, burying himself up to the hilt, causing you both to let out a collective moan.

You could look back and see your boyfriend's face covered by the mask──his lips open with each brutal thrust with the strength of his hips. The sound of wet flesh and lustful sounds filled the empty space of the mansion, you were a needy mess grinding against each other.

"Fuck yes- such a good boy taking my dick like a fucking champ. Holy fuck- Can you really handle me...You're so small and fragile, but you handle my dick so well- A dirty whore is what you are." He took every part of your pleasure and pain, setting an intense pace, he was fucking you like his life depended on it.

Every thrust was deliberate and possessive he was marking you as his with every movement. His hips moved forward with a dominant force, sinking deeper into your velvety heat ── but he wasn't going to cum inside you, not this time.

He came out of your hole in an erotic snap, slapping your ass hard. "On your knees boy, I'm going to cum on that pretty face of yours."

You obeyed quickly, ignoring your own needs to satisfy his desires ── your knees touched the cold floor as you looked up watching Bruce masturbate a few times and spill the hot, sticky liquid all over your face ── he let out a loud moan feeling the knees buckle as he saw you completely painted with his seed, an image he had forgotten what it was like to have, you on your knees facing him with your breasts bouncing with every breath your pussy throbbed from the denial of an orgasm and his thick cum ran down your pretty face.

It was like his personal paradise was finally at peace again; One of his hands went to your hair, giving small caresses to the top of your head.

"Good job baby boy. You really are a good boy to me."

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[getodrools]

𐙚 DIFFERENT POLES: TOJI FUSHIGURO!

IN WHICH, step dad! toji was snooping around and found your personal items! and toji takes the chance to blackmail you for being a stripper – with shameful lap dances in return for keeping your little secret…

I 𝓲. I MDNI ୨୧ f! stripper! reader. dub con (coercion). step cest. blackmail mention. age gap (reader: early 20s, toji: late 40s). manipulation. lap dance turned to riding. slight praising + degrading. humiliation. dacryphilia. size difference. overstimulation. cervix/womb fucking. non con creampie. orgasm denial. | WC –> 1.1k+ est ! !

NOTE. this is a repost from my old blog !! :p

“please… don't tell mom.”

was the first thing you could muster up through fat tears. the embarrassment was flamming at a rise in the pit of your tummy when your step-father found your secret stash — not asking why he was even going through your panty drawer in the first place, too caught up on the fact he was holding your intimate stripping items with his bare hands.

you remember how he heavily sighed too, the deep shame in his voice was guttural, “i’m so disappointed in you… but i won't,” you also remember thinking you were actually off the hook; hiccuping through slowing tears ‘till leafy eyes hooded into deep sets, “only if you show me what you do.” and even when toji sparked up a slimy smirk, you remember how he stuffed his back pocket with your panties as anew tears began.

…

“fuck, they must really love you.” his words only add to the stinging humiliation – just how the cracking swats laying firm against the globes of your ass ache. and you could only claw at the broad shoulders ahead of you as a safe haven.

“don't get all shy. show me that slutty face-- show me those pretty ‘fuck me eyes’ of yours.” toji was cruel, battering your ass into his vice; squeezing and groping the tender skin ‘till the jiggly flesh molded out from between his fingers, forcing your face to tighten and eyes to peel back.

“toji!—”

“what? scared i’ll destroy your money maker?” you never knew how slimy your stepfather could get, watching how that silvery scar rises with a filthy smirk.

“fuck me. i’m too hard just to get fucking rubbed on.” your saliva thickens in your throat, feeling a twist in your stomach at his harsh and crude, sudden words.

the fleeting idea of fucking a man you call ‘father’ was wrenching, but feeling the thick print throbbing beneath you and the scare of your mother finding out hanging above your head, you slid your panties over the fat of your folds.

“good girl. bet they pay you lots for this-- how many gross men paid my pretty daughter for her pussy, huh?” toji gruffs out with no shame while adjusting his pants ‘till the fat pole of his meat spurred out.

you try hard to ignore the vulgar, spitting comments he spews out with, but watching how the older man worked his length with a sharp twist and panted at your body hovering over his to saddle against, you couldn't help but feel the moistened walls of your cunt flutter in shame.

“well, that don't matter now. i got a family discount.”

where was the shame anyways?

the oozing pre-drooling from the fat tip of his cock reminded you there wasn't any as you sucked in a deep breath to behest his throbbing length.

lined sweat crossing your forehead glistens as you settle your folds against the crown of his cock; dropping yourself to sheath around his more than nth-inch bitch-breaker into your pussy, feeling your walls stretch in vigor – an almost pain crowded but itched a deep sense of pleasure.

toji was thick, and he knows it too, watching how breathless you got stuffing yourself like a rag doll.

yet, he couldn't care, still holding that scare above your head and laid further back, soaking in the snug warmth your cunt blankets around him with. he lets out a breathy groan and cranes his head back while you suck in your bottom lip to chew on at the invasive fill.

you ignore how your stepfather never lets go of you barring hips, almost forcing them to roll tenderly against his with fervor. impatient he was, he squeezes at soft flesh to lean you – a position to let his cock piston up into your spongy walls with battering shock.

you gasp.

eyes peeling back wide at the barreling fill of his cock punching deep into your core mercilessly.

toji’s fist-sized balls bump against your ass with muffled claps at each thrust and you could only lean into his chest as a safe haven; clinging to his broad shoulders as trembling legs buckle around his, letting the older man fasten the sweaty work into his own hands. his rhythm was found quickly – a pace that was unrelenting and sharp; an immediate start-up of frantic fucking.

toji had the feeling of stuffing you balls deep pass through him like a sixth sense — as if he knew prodding at your cervix would make you drool, and he kept at it.

keeping you close with his cock powering through you and adding a strong edge to every buckle and jab into your sweet tightness, he hits at your cervix with the strength of one. the fleshy taut barrier concaves around his cockhead each time, forcing your eyes to bubble up in tears; tears of rather intense pleasure comprising with the mix of delicious pain. and the fast pressure applied to your sensitive perk forces your insides to respond by roiling around his cock, but crocodile tears  wasn’t enough to slow toji – not at all, only making the man closer to cumming.

but feeling tight walls spasm around his working cock, he froths knowing that sensation of a women – the longing feel of a high about to spatter a filthy mess against him, and he slows his hips, rocking them ever so slightly ‘till you catch the sense of reality back.

you almost whimper at the, almost, complete stop.

“your pussy was squeezing me, ‘bout to cum, huh?” clenching your eyes at the dirty truth, you shamelessly nod in hopes he'd run the engines again.

“no cumming for you. bad girls don't get good things, so finish me off.” toji keeps his vice around you and watches dearly how your eyes drop from hoods to doey sets.

“get to it. your mother comes home in ten minutes or so.” your senses click back from his gruff words, and you hadn’t realized how you were about to cum all over your stepfather's cock in minutes.

the growing sense of being impatient was heading for you, and the sense of being caught was looming right above your head – a guilt growing to fuck yourself like a toy in excuse…

choking up a sob, you keep the throbbing cock poking deep into your cunt, practically feeling the capped-tip kiss at your womb as you sat firmly into his thick lap. your father finally frees his bruising grip and lays his hands to the side nonchalantly, now letting you take charge — in a sense.

your hips roll against his in pure ardor, driving the breath from your own lungs in a single rush for a rhythm as gravity went to work; breast bouncing and panted moans falling. fucking the sopping heat of your cunt with broad strokes and harsh jabs that make your pussy writhe, you can even feel the dark pricks of hairs tickling at your clit; softly rubbing at the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“better at riding dick than your mom.” he adds to the filth with no warning. purely enjoying ridden flesh sinking into embarrassment as sopping folds go obscenely wide in acceptance of his cock.

with full-bodied strokes — putting your all into it; every line and inch of flesh tensing hard as you rail yourself out. almost making a mess above him as toji felt his balls swell and cock fill out from it's aching knot; pleasure rising, the heat in each of your loins building to unthinkable heights.

toji gave no warning, again.

face tightening as toji moaned wordlessly as the thick slab of heavy meat burbs out spurts of liquid warmth into the deep core of your womb. you feverishly moan out in disgust, feeling the ropes of rich baby-batter paint into your teaming depths, slathering against the entrance of your womb and globbing out as you jump up and crawl away in notion fear.

“did you just cum in me?!” you groan at the side as toji’s dick still spurt out dribbles of white goo, “you're sick! i’m your daughter!” with the whiplash of your head, you only lock gazes with lazy green eyes that look at you no different.

you swallow up your words.

“anyways. if you're so worried, then you better hurry up n’ get your ass washed. your mom just pulled into the driveway.” toji looks over from your bedroom window, seeing a black car rolling in and parking…

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[eupheme]

— made for me

john hancock x curvy!f!sole survivor/reader

rated e - 1.5k

tags: head-over-heels!hancock, showering, body worship, praise kink, PiV, Oral, some descriptors of reader being curvy

prompts: from this ask, “you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me.”

You need him. Not just tonight, but always - and Hancock is all too happy to oblige.

Fuck, he’s missed you.

Been too goddamn long, the days stretching into weeks since his girl had last stepped foot into Goodneighbor.

Always off on a mission for the Minutemen. Trying to save a world that has long grown rotten, because you still see it the way it was before.

Maybe that’s something he loves about you… though he’s not ready to say that out loud.

You had stopped by to see him the second you got in. Leaning against the doorway to his office in the Old State House - only the weariness in your smile had prevented him from taking you right then and there. Already aching to peel you out of the worn vault suit that always hugs your curves so fucking perfectly.

Had even been plannin’ something nice - hell, he had had the time. A night at the Third Rail. A real dinner this time - instead of something warmed up from a can, around the fire.

Something romantic-like.

All of it drop-kicked out the window when you had leaned into his embrace. Chin pressing into his collarbone, as his arm tightened around you. A hand slipping across his chest, to brace right over his racing heart.

A hushed mumur in his ear.

“I need you.”

He’s yours.

Your cry is muffled into the pillow, fingers fisting in the worn sheet.

This is what you’ve been craving.

The grime has been scrubbed from your skin - hair still damp from the first truly hot shower you’ve had in weeks. Wandering hands when Hancock grew impatient, his clothes and tricorn hat still draped messily across a chair from when he joined you.

Unable to wait any longer.

Bruises sucked across your skin, clever fingers slipping between your thighs. Teasing at your breasts, unable to stop touching.

His already cock hard and aching when it pressed against your belly. A slick smear left behind, a mark against your skin that was not from the shower.

He couldn’t do everything he wanted to do to you there. It had been an easy decision to move to the bed. Firmly guiding you, a hand pressing against your back as you dipped.

“Hands and knees, doll.”

It had been easy to follow - easing into position before the words had left his lips. Eager to do as he asks.

If there’s anything you’d learned about the wasteland, it’s that Hancock was more than capable of taking care of you. That yes, you might call the shots out there, but here listening came second nature.

You need him everywhere. Need to forget all those long hours away - your knees inching wider, back arching, as he growls.

The snap of his hips plunges him deep each time. Pairing with the creak of the floorboards beneath his feet, where he stands at the end of the bed.

He likes it this way. The fit of his hands against your waist. The plush curve of your ass, bouncing with each powerful thrust.

It has you melting into the mattress. Sinking lower, flat palms and locked arms slipping, your body stretching out. All that responsibility you carry on your shoulders, easing for a moment under his touch.

Hancock follows the slope of your back, skin pressing against skin. His mouth at your ear - the harsh pant of his breath making your skin prickle with desire, as teeth nip at your neck.

A hand slipping to cup the soft weight of your breast again, unable to resist. His thrusts slowing as he moans - long and rough and low - starting a lazy roll of his hips.

It’s bliss, the wet slide of his cock. How full he makes you feel, the warm and comforting weight of his chest where it presses into your back.

“Been too long, sunshine,” It comes out ragged, more than just need layered in his words. His fingers tugging at a pebbled nipple, just to feel how you clench around him.

You hum turns into a moan, as his hand dips - curving past your stomach.

“Missed you,” You sigh, “I need this. Need you-”

He has unsettled you at first.

How he peeled away from the darkness, on that late evening in Good Neighbor. Shadows cast across his face - skull-like. The rough rasp of his voice.

“Whoa, whoa. Time out.”

The glint of a knife when he flipped it in the air. Catching the hilt easily before burying it deep into the gut of that thug. Done with his attempt at diffusing.

How quickly your opinion had changed. His charms softening that razor-sharp edge, though he was no less dangerous.

Your thumb had ran along it, expecting to get cut. Waiting for the sharp prick and red bloom of blood, the iron taste in the air.

But somehow - along the way - these drab hotel walls and the warmth of his touch has begun to feel an awful lot like home.

“Know you fuckin’ do, gorgeous.” He coos, a rough sound in his throat when his fingers press against your clit, “Look at you, taking me so well. So goddamn wet, were you thinking about this?”

Hancock hilts himself, unmoving, as his fingertips circle. Your moan is loud, thighs tensing - rocking back, fucking yourself on him.

He laughs, a hand grasping at your hip. Loving how soft you feel beneath the raw pinch of his touch. How easy it is to lose himself in your pleasure, a new kind of drug.

An even better kind of high.

“Yes,” You squirm, “Always thinking about you.”

It’s not quite what he meant, but damn if it doesn’t affect him. Not just needing the way he makes you feel - and he knows he’s good at that - but him, as well.

“Fuck.” Hancock rasps, unable to help the buck of his hips. Starting to fuck you again, leaning back to see the mess you’ve already made around his cock. Slick smeared across his base, his balls sticky where they kiss against your cunt.

“Been thinkin’ about you too,” His fingers still circle - he can hear the change in your breath. Held from when he sunk into you. Short and needy as he picks up.

Ragged now, as you meet his thrusts. Pushing back against his cock, and then against his fingers when you shift forward. A never-ending loop of pleasure.

“Not gonna let you sleep, you know that?” He coos, “Gotta make up for lost time.”

Exhaustion nips at you, but you think it’d be worth it.

Maybe you need the rest, but you need him more - eager to spend the night wrapped up in Hancock until his touch is the only thing you can remember.

The pleasure swirls to a breaking point, his sharp tongue toying at the pulled-tight string in your belly.

“Please,” You moan, instead, “Anything you want. I’m so close, please-”

He laughs, a short, harsh thing that turns into a groan.

“Yeah?” Hancock husks, fingers dipping down to gather more wetness. Harder when they press against your clit, now. Tight circles that have you clenching tightly around him, “Gonna come already, sweetheart?”

His name a garbled whine, your face buried in the mattress. Heat licking at you, unable to do more than just hold on. Hips moving on their own, chasing the high that is just within your grasp.

“Then come on,” He growls, fingers pinching into your hip, “Lemme make you feel good, baby. I’ve got you.”

You break, under his touch. A much-needed shattering, his name moaned into the sheets as you come hard around him.

He can feel the way you stiffen under his touch. How you bear down around him, how your pussy becomes even more slick with your orgasm. Warm and tight, pulsing around him as he keeps up the pace.

Words spilling from his lips, as a strung-tight thread is plucked inside his belly.

“You’re so good for me,” Hancock husks. Voice rough and low and more ghoul than he’s sounded in a long time.

“So fuckin’ good around me.”

Practiced fingers drawing out your pleasure. Eyes half-shut as you whine, back arching. His praise shooting straight through you, down to thrum with the pleasure radiating from your core.

His teeth grit - a part of his heart slipping free with his words.

“Fuckin’ made for me.”

You almost don’t catch it. Everything hazy and muted. A hand slipping between your thighs, fingers twining with his. Squeezing, so he knows. A silent ‘for you.’

He eases from you, soon after - a gentle touch against your back, guiding you to the bed. Shooting him a little frown as you flip over, seeing the way his fist moves to wrap around the base of his swollen cock, squeezing.

Edging himself, holding back the orgasm swiftly building in his own belly.

Fitting between your thighs instead, his expression dark - hungry. Hands curving around your knees when they start to press close, a sharp grin sent your way when you sigh his name.

“Think I was kidding?” He husks - eyes dragging over you. Down, to where he split you open, made you come. All that soft, slick skin - begging to be devoured.

Because if you want him to make you forget - then he’s sure as hell going to see it through.

His tongue peeking out between his lips, just before he closes the gap. A warning and a promise gritted out, just before his head dips to taste you.

“Sunshine, you’re in for a long fuckin’ night.”

hi anon thank you again for requesting this! And thank you all so much for reading 💖💖

[hazbinfallinginaspiral]

ello! i have a promt idea for doll reader? wat happen's if she become's way to obessed with vox as well as when he's away sense i kinda think that doll reader would gain seprepration anxieity?

Good point! I like the way you think

Gone (Doll!reader x Vox)

CW: I went a bit overboard. Uh. Separation anxiety sort of turned into a depressive episode/spiral in this case. Sorry. AU typical events.

“I’ve got a fuckload of shit to deal with,” Vox muttered to his assistant, preparing to leave. He paused, then turned back to me. I’d been trailing behind him like a lost puppy. “Hey doll, be good for me while I’m gone, okay?”

“Okay,” I said, with a small smile. “When will you-”

“Great! I’ll be off now,” Vox said, cutting me off. He grinned, then zapped himself away.

“But…” I stood there for a moment, a pang of hurt hitting me hard. I pushed it aside and left his assistant to do his work, heading back to my own room.

I wandered aimlessly through the empty halls, my steps faltering as I struggled to shake off the sense of emptiness that seemed to cling to me like a second skin. Everywhere I looked, I saw reminders of him, small traces of his presence that served only to intensify the ache in my heart.

I gently closed and locked the door behind me, a sense of emptiness filling me up. How long would he be gone for?

Alone in the silence that followed, I felt the weight of his absence settle over me like a heavy shroud. The familiar hum of activity that filled the room seemed to fade into the background, replaced by a deafening silence that echoed with the echoes of his voice.

At night, as I lay alone in the darkness, the loneliness seemed to suffocate me, the silence oppressive and stifling. I longed for the warmth of his embrace, the sound of his voice, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against mine. But he was gone, and I was left to face the empty expanse of the night alone.

I hated this feeling. I hated how fucking familiar it was, how I always fell right back into the same old habits.

Hours stretched into days, and still, Vox remained absent, his absence a gaping hole in my chest that seemed to grow larger with each passing moment. I tried to distract myself with work, throwing myself into my duties with a fervor that bordered on desperation, but nothing could fill the void that his absence had left behind.

I stopped eating, not even caring to take care of myself. I needed something, anything to distract me from this feeling. It grew with every day he was away in his business trip. I couldn’t- I couldn’t do this.

One night, I collapsed in our room, not even making it to the bed. I’d worked myself ragged, and I was burnt out and tired- and so, so hungry. I just wished Vox was here, I wished he could tell me what to do, I wished I could hear the hum of his TV head or even just see those wonderful black and red spirals in his left eye.

I shook my head and wiped away my tears as I sat up. I’d been crying? Didn’t matter. I dragged myself to the shower, where I ended up just sitting on the tiled floor. I let the hot water burn my skin. It was a miracle I’d even let myself take a shower.

Hours later, I called Vox’s assistants saying that I wouldn’t be there to help out for a while. He didn’t ask any questions. I wandered aimlessly around the room, barely touching anything, still not eating. This continued until my legs gave out, and I fell to the floor. I didn’t bother getting up this time. This gnawing loneliness without Vox… I didn’t care enough to continue doing anything. Anywhere I went, there’d only be more reminders of him.

I lay on the floor, half propped up against the bed, my eyes glazed over in thought.

Days continued to pass, and still, Vox remained absent, his absence a constant ache that lingered in the depths of my soul. And though I knew that he would return, that his absence was only temporary, the emptiness that he left behind seemed to stretch on for eternity, a gaping void that threatened to swallow me whole.

If anyone were to come in and see me, they might think me dead. Or a very impressive statue. I hadn’t moved from my spot on the floor. I didn’t know if I’d even gotten some sleep. I just knew I hadn’t moved, and I’d been laying there limp, staring at the same spot for days, unable to think of anything but Vox. I needed him. Without him, I was just some useless doll. Without him, I was nothing.

[valkyrayn]

i need marius making love to his short wife 😞😞 like less than 5’5 kinda short because him being 6’2 is TALL

sorry this took so long! this has been in the drafts for so long and i got too busy to finish it so before i forget about it, i'm just gonna post it. the size difference kink i have bcus of this man istg makes me FERAL

tags: marius x afab!reader, marius calls you babe, baby, little, size difference, dirty talk, praise kink, implied creampie, blowjob, pussy eating, standing 69, foreplay only

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“So how do you guys…you know…”

“Fuck?” You reply casually. 

Kiki smacks her hand over her mouth and slaps your arm with the other. Everyone’s eyes widen at your casual and obscene reply. Truth is, you’ve been asked the same question more times than you could count and at this point, you’re past being shy and cute about it. 

Marius would be proud of you. 

Apparently people just can’t wrap their heads around the fact that two people with extreme height differences can have sex normally like any other people. Honestly, you can’t blame them because you had the same thought the first time too. 

Small and petite, at 5’1 standing in front of your 6’2 husband—you can barely reach his lips even when you stand on your tiptoes. Marius has to bend down to meet you halfway every time, or he just ends up lifting you up in his arms and kissing you that way. He prefers the latter because it doesn’t cause him neck pain. 

When it comes to sex however, he uses your size difference to his full advantage. Every time, without fail, you will be lifted and tossed around like a rag doll. 

It always starts off sweet; with you standing between his legs as he sits on the edge of the bed. He’ll gently caress the side of your body as he kisses you sweetly until he starts coaxing your mouth open by pushing his tongue between your lips. You moan breathlessly against his mouth, your fingers gripping his hair tighter as you struggle to hold yourself steady. 

A startled ‘oh’ leaves your lips when you feel his fingers rubbing against your clothed sex, which is embarrassingly soaked through with your juices. 

“Were you waiting for me the whole day, my sweet, beautiful wife?” He asks as he starts leaving kisses down your neck. You press your lips together when he pushes his fingers against the fabric of your panties, dipping into your hole just slightly to tease and drive you crazy. With how small you are, even his fingers feel big inside you. “Mmmh…Please…” You beg, desperate to feel more. 

“Please what, my love?” He starts sucking onto your skin, leaving his marks and licking them to help soothe the sting. “Does my baby want me to eat her wet little pussy? Hmm?” He coos, pulling your panties aside and then begins to rub his fingers against your wet folds, leaving you frustrated at the lack of penetration.

“Is my pretty little wife desperate to have her cunt filled with my cock” 

Legs trembling at his ministrations, you bury your head in the crook of his neck, whimpering against his skin when he finally pushes his fingers inside your hole and proceeds to pump in and out at a tantalising pace. “You’re drenched, babe. Are you that excited to have me inside you?” He pushes in deeper, hooking his fingers up making you jerk against him. 

“Mmmh…fuck babe. I can’t wait to stretch this little pussy. You want that, don’t you?” Marius grabs your small hand and places it against his balls, hanging heavily behind his loose grey sweatpants. You instinctively start fondling it gently, making him hiss. 

“I’ll unload every single drop…until you’re leaking for days. Fuck, you make me so…nnghh.” He groans, his own words arousing him to the point of insanity and now all he wants is to fuck you. Marius hooks his arms on the underside of your thighs and throws them over his shoulders before standing up to his full height. 

“So I’m guessing, you’ll have to lie there on the bed as he goes down on you—if he even does,” one of the girls laughs and exchanges glances with the others as if in agreement. You simply smile and nod. 

You yelp and grip onto his hair for balance, looking down at him as he pulls your panties aside and immediately latches onto your pussy. “Fuck…oh my god!” You scream as his tongue begins to circle around your clit, your grip tightening around his hair as he starts eating your pussy standing up. 

“Marius—! Mmmnngghh…so good. Yes…oh yes just like that…” It turns him on to hear you moan his name like that, making his cock twitch behind his pants. With one hand behind you to hold you steady, he reaches down with the other to pull his cock out of his pants and desperately starts stroking himself. 

Big, hard and leaking, he smears his precum around the tip with his thumb, steadily pumping his fist around his shaft, groaning against your pussy from sheer pleasure. Steadying yourself on his shoulders, you finally release your grip to pull your tank top over your head so you can start playing with your bare tits, nipples hardening from arousal and the cold night air blowing in through the windows. 

“Is 69 even possible for you guys? Cus’, you probably can’t reach him. Oh sweets, you’re such a small little thing aren’t you,” they laugh again. You respond with a small chuckle before taking a sip of your wine. 

Unbothered, you lift your head and make eye contact with your husband from across the garden who’s smiling back at you. It’s not hard to spot him, he’s the tallest compared to the other men in the group. He winks at you and brings his attention back to them, even though he’d much rather be with you at the moment.

“We do 69 all the time…”

“Sure you do, Karin.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I said, how exciting.”

Marius holds onto you and flips you upside down, giving you access to his cock while he continues to eat you out. He’s able to plunge his tongue even deeper inside you at that angle and it sends you spiralling towards your climax almost immediately. You wrap your small fingers around his cock and start taking him inside your mouth. “Yes baby, suck my cock please…Your mouth feels so good around me.” He moans filthy praises against your pussy, relishing the sensation of his hard cock inside the hot caverns of your mouth. He starts rutting his hips against you gently until he feels the tip reach the back of your throat.

You moan around his cock and feel yourself coming, sending a gush of your release out of you that it starts dripping down his chin and onto his shirt. His tongue continues to pump in and out of you to prolong your orgasm while you’re struggling to hold yourself together and trying to blow him at the same time. 

Marius loves the way your thighs tremble against his ears when you cum. He loves reducing you to a weak trembling mess from his mouth alone and he surely can’t wait to have you writhing under him when he starts fucking you into the mattress. 

“Gonna fuck your mouth the way you deserve, baby girl,’ he says and lifts you up before tossing you onto the bed, with your head hanging at the edge of the mattress. He looks down at you as he pulls his shirt off and tosses his sweatpants aside before stripping you naked. You stare in awe at his heaving chest, his beautiful athletic body, dripping with sweat and your release.

Pressing his thumb against your chin, he coaxes your mouth open before dipping his finger past your lips. “Good girl…fuck you’re such a horny little slut aren’t you?” His words are obscene, making your cunt throb. He knows how much you love being called his little slut. 

Only because you are—taking his cock in your mouth like a champ while his hands roam across your body to play with your tits and cunt, still sensitive from your previous orgasm. He fucks your mouth like he would your pussy, knowing just how hard you his petite little queen can take it. 

“The same way like everyone else…” You trail off, a dreamy smile creeping its way onto your face, leaving them to their own imagination. 

[chrollohearttags]

praise kink country boy reiner 😋 it’s his favorite thing, I mean his little girlfriend is already crying from his monster of a cock, he cant have her crying because he called her a dumb slut

g’ahhhh! why y’all do this to meeeee? Y’all know I can’t resist this man and I get downright filthy when I write him!! But I got y’all, hold on.

cw: !blackfem reader, full Nelson, mirror play, pet names (poundcake/sugar) slut/bitch is used a couple times, squirting, praise kink, affirmations, daddy kink and dom reiner (with a country accent, I’m bout to c—), all porn no plot because this bout to be short

“Oooh, you nasty little bitch..coming on my dick so good like that..” it was all you could hear being grunted into your ear over the sounds of your own loud cries. Following the second orgasm you had let out for him. The first time? Making you squirt everywhere. Moaning out the man’s name who was inflicting that pleasure on you. “Reiiii..fuck.” Truth be told, he couldn’t help but to..being stuffed balls deep into your tight little cunt as he hoisted you in his arms, aimed your view towards the mirror in your bedroom and fucked up into you. Those beautiful breasts bouncing with each thrust and his massive dick stretching you open. He could see those tears coming down the side of your face..swelling in your eyes and bulging in the bottom of your stomach; all in unison along with the loud smacking of your sweat and arousal slicked skin.. “Fuu—ahh! God, you feel so good..look how pretty you are giving me that pussy.” After all, he had to affirm his sweetheart with much kinder words after being so rough and aggressive earlier in the night. Putting you face down on the mattress with a hand to the back of your neck as he pounded you. Calling you all types of names. Or pinning your legs back and giving you deep strokes until you began shaking; letting out a stream all over his abs as a result. Now, slamming you up and down on his throbbing cock like nothing more than a tiny rag doll..practically weightless in his muscular arms, pressed against that six foot five frame of his as you faced your reflection.. “..you have no idea what you do to me…how I fit so fucking perfect. It’s like you don’t want me to pull out, yeah? Bet my little slut would like that..” Taunting with a soft chuckle before kissing your cheek.

he wasn’t trying to make you cry or cause you any pain but that warm, sweet little pussy just turns him feral. So much so, he forgets that you can be a little sensitive in more ways than one. He couldn’t help but to forget when his only focus was fucking his little slut dumb. “D’awww, sugar..don’t look like that. You’re doing so good for daddy…just keep taking this dick. Yeah..just like that, baby.” Talking you through it and making sure you were doted on the entire way. Meanwhile, his strokes sped up and he was hammering into you like he was trying to rearrange your entire reproductive system. Reaching down with a trembling hand, (y/n) rubbed gently at that aching clit before gasping for breath. “F-fuck. Thank you daddy..thank you!” Whimpering so helplessly as you felt that orgasm on its way out. Soon, you’d find yourselves on the brink of climax and Reiner didn't want to let up until he emptied every drop inside of you. When you begged him to fill you up, he needed your request right away and pulled you down on his cock; slowly rutting those hips for a moment before letting out a loud grunt and pouring his nut into you. You could see your facial expressions contorting and feel the throbbing knot in your womb. By the time he came back, Reiner was laughing and marking you up with more kisses. “Sorry about that, poundcake..didn't mean to be so rough witcha’..you just bring out a different side of me. But I’m proud of ya’..did s’ good f’r me.” And that was all you needed to hear and he was forgiven.

he wasn’t trying to make you cry or cause you any pain but that warm, sweet little pussy just turns him feral. So much so, he forgets that you can be a little sensitive in more ways than one. He couldn’t help but to forget when his only focus was fucking his little slut dumb. “D’awww, sugar..don’t look like that. You’re doing so good for daddy…just keep taking this dick. Yeah..just like that, baby.” Talking you through it and making sure you were doted on the entire way. Meanwhile, his strokes sped up and he was hammering into you like he was trying to rearrange your entire reproductive system. Reaching down with a trembling hand, (y/n) rubbed gently at that aching clit before gasping for breath. “F-fuck. Thank you daddy..thank you!” Whimpering so helplessly as you felt that orgasm on its way out. Soon, you’d find yourselves on the brink of climax and Reiner didn't want to let up until he emptied every drop inside of you. When you begged him to fill you up, he needed your request right away and pulled you down on his cock; slowly rutting those hips for a moment before letting out a loud grunt and pouring his nut into you. You could see your facial expressions contorting and feel the throbbing knot in your womb. By the time he came back, Reiner was laughing and marking you up with more kisses. “Sorry about that, poundcake..didn't mean to be so rough witcha’..you just bring out a different side of me. But I’m proud of ya’..did s’ good f’r me.” And that was all you needed to hear and he was forgiven.

[knchins]

Beloved - Gojo S.

Summary: After long back-to-back away missions, you return home and into the embrace of your loving husband Gojo Satoru.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Wife!Reader

Reader Type: AFAB - she/her

Rating: E+

Request: Anon

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Established relationship, soft service dom Gojo, comfort (no hurt), full body massage, non-penetrative sex toys, begging, multiple orgasms, praise, mating press (no mentions of breeding), vaginal sex, overstimulation, unsafe sex, cream pie, sweet aftercare, domestic fluff

Exhaustion didn’t even begin to describe how thoroughly worn out you were. Back-to-back missions on what seemed to be opposite sides of the country, the recent influx of special grade curses had you busier than ever. It had you thinking more and more like your old classmate Nanami Kento, and you found yourself saying "Work is shit" more often than you'd like to admit. 

The only things that kept you going were the late-night calls from your husband, the sweet check-ins, and gentle orders for you to take care of yourself while you were apart. The only thing to keep you satisfied with the distance was the small toy you traveled with and the videos he'd often send at fucking his own first with your name hanging off his lips. 

Finally, finally, it was time for you to return. Tears seemed to flood your waterline as the tiredness of working so much overtime in one week was starting to weigh down on you more the closer you got to your front door. 

You felt almost on edge from the day's worth of travel by train, the crying baby that had been in the same rail car had made it impossible for you to sleep. Frustration with the world had long since set in and you were ready to crawl into your nice warm bed and wait for your partner to come home from his own mission. The thrill of seeing him again almost outweighed the fatigue that was tugging on your eyelids but not quite. 

You were surprised to find that the door was already unlocked. Immediately going on high alert, you slowly opened the door only to find /him/ sitting there on the couch watching a movie with the laziest expression on his face. 

Gojo Satoru was the strongest sorcerer in the world. Inconceivably powerful yet somehow incredibly weak for one person and one person only: you. He knew the moment he laid his pretty blues on you that you'd be his. That he'd sweep you off your feet and make you his wife. Your strength and beauty were equally captivating as you found his charm just as irresistible. 

"Satoru?" You probed and he could tell just how weary you were simply by the tone of your voice. "I thought you had a mission today?" 

He shrugged, nonchalant despite the way his eyes were roaming over your ragged form. The comfortable travel outfit you had chosen wasn't exactly fashionable or flattering, but that didn't mean much to Gojo. He somehow found you more alluring when you were like this rather than all dolled up. 

"I finished early." He replied, failing to mention that he had bailed on a meeting with the elders for that afternoon. He had known how long this recent run of missions had been for you, in fact, he had managed to make sure that you'd have the next few days off to rest.

He planned to do everything in his power to get you feeling one hundred percent again. He stood up from the bed, stretching before taking your suitcase and setting it to the side. "Go to the bedroom and lay down." He said in a tone that wasn't demanding, but rather soft and heartfelt. 

For a moment you thought he was just going to let you sleep. Maybe he knew that pestering you right now wouldn't be the best, as you were likely to have a full-blown meltdown. You gave him a nod and went into your shared bedroom, slowly shedding your clothes and throwing them into the dirty hamper before going into the bathroom to take a quick warm shower. 

You couldn't hear what your faithful husband was up to while you were under the stream of water, letting the pressure of the showerhead relieve some of the tension in your shoulders and upper back. 

Gojo was lighting candles around the bedroom, drawing the curtains so that it was completely dark except for the candlelight. You hadn't noticed but the bed had been carefully made with your favorite set of bedsheets, the really soft ones that always had you feel extra cozy. 

You finished your quick shower, already feeling better now that you've had time to yourself in your own living space. As you began to dry off, you could hear the faint shuffling in the bedroom. Knowing it was your husband, you wondered what he was possibly up to. 

The short time of peace and quiet had driven a little more energy into you, and you found yourself yearning for Satoru even though not fifteen minutes ago all you wanted was to be left alone. The carnal desire to be held was growing ever-present in the back of your mind. 

Gojo was a doting husband, even if he could at times be an asshole. He was an absolute jerk when he wanted to be, sometimes saying insensitive things that would affect your insecurities. It wasn't that he was malicious on purpose, he just had a knack for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time in the wrong tone of voice. 

But despite all that, he was loving, caring, affectionate, and would bring the world to its knees for you. Even though you were a powerful sorcerer yourself, you still found him to be incredibly protective of you. He always wanted you to check in before and after a dangerous mission, always had to know how you were doing and if you were hurt. 

He spoiled you. There was nothing you asked for that he wouldn't give you, though you didn't ask for much. You didn't care about his money or notoriety, and that was one of the reasons why he loved you. 

You opened the door to the bathroom, not really knowing what to expect. Your eyes widened the towel that was neatly wrapped around your torso nearly falling to the floor when you saw all the candles. There was a fresh bouquet of your favorite flowers on the nightstand and Gojo stood off to the side in nothing but a pair of sweatpants.

"'Toru?" You murmured, ignoring his arrogant smirk at your shock.

"Lay down." He said, and this time it was a clear order. "And take off the towel, you won't be needing it." 

Without much thought you let the white fluffy material fall to the floor, "Back or stomach?" You asked, unsure what position he wanted you in. 

Gojo's satisfaction at your submission made his smirk grow. He was clearly pleased with himself, but it was hard to be upset when he had gone this far to pamper you. "Stomach." He replied. 

You gave him a small nod before laying down on your stomach, resting your head to the side on your pillow. He padded over to you, footsteps almost silent as he ran his large, strong hands down your shoulders and back. 

He began to massage your aching muscles, moving slowly and deliberately. He started with your shoulders and arms before moving to your back, relieving the built-up pressure within your body. 

His hands inched downwards at an agonizingly slow pace, and you hoped he would just touch you where you really wanted to be touched. Arousal and heat pooled in the pit of your stomach as you resisted the urge to clench your thighs together. 

Despite your growing desperation, you remained still. Even when he finally got to your buttocks and began to knead the flesh there before moving down your thighs. A small content sound vibrated in his chest when he saw how tense they were, knowing exactly what had caused them to become that way. 

A gentle kiss was pressed to the back of your neck. "What an amazing wife I have," Gojo cooed softly before moving down your legs to massage your aching calves. His praise had you feeling almost lightheaded with glee, wanting nothing more now than to hear more. 

"Always so ready for me," He added, moving further down your legs and to your feet. "I can't wait to hear you scream." 

You let out a squeak of surprise when he flipped you over suddenly. You watched as his pristine blue eyes swept over your form, drinking in the beautiful sight now beneath him. 

He reached over to the side table, where you hadn't noticed your favorite vibrating wand sitting on display. A shudder ran down your spine as he grabbed it and cut it on, the familiar buzz giving you a Pavlovian response that made you even wetter than you already were. 

Gojo gently pressed the head of the wand onto your clit, keeping it at a low setting. The instant release of pleasure made you squirm in place, grinding against the head in a lewd display. Your husband merely watched curiously as you tried to get yourself off, only finding that the low vibrations weren't quite enough. 

"Did being away from your darling husband for so long make you this needy?" Gojo asked and you nodded your head as a moan slipped from your lips when he increased the setting. "Pretty thing," He replied, "If you needed help getting off while you were gone, all you had to do was ask." 

“Please, Satoru,” You whimpered as he increased the vibration again, moving the wand in tight circles around your clit. Your hips jumped, legs began to shake as weeks of pent-up tension coiled into a tight knot in your stomach. 

He cocked his head to the side, watching your face contort as you chased after the intense high only orgasm could give you. “Please what, love?” He asked, increasing the pace of his movements. 

Your back arched, the pressure coming to a head before snapping and releasing, and the first rush of endorphins after such a long dry spell had you feeling dizzy. “That’s it, beautiful, just let go.” He said softly as he continued to work over your now swollen bundle of nerves. 

“Need you,” You gasped, knowing one orgasm wasn’t going to be enough. Not that that was any issue for Gojo, he was the master of bringing you to your peak repeatedly. 

He had an amused expression on his face, though you couldn't see it through your closed eyes. Your toes curled, breathing hitched as moved the wand even faster. You found yourself crying out with another shockwave of ecstasy, having orgasmed again even without fully coming down from the first one. 

Finally satisfied, Gojo put the wand aside, random muscles in your legs were still twitching, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath long enough to make some sense of the hazy cloud fogging up the inside your mind. 

Gojo slipped off his sweatpants before getting onto the bed. He grabbed the backs of your thighs and moved to press your legs into your stomach as far as they could go. He admired the way the flickering candlelight reflected off of your soaked cunt, the way it glistened for him as if it were his own personal invite. 

He found himself thankful that no other person on the planet would ever see you like this. That his naturally strong and powerful wife could be so vulnerable to him. No one else would ever see the sheer beauty in your body, especially when you were naked beneath him. 

Your eyes finally opened to look up at him, wondering why he was stalling and then feeling embarrassed by the way he was staring at you. You tried to squirm under his hot gaze, only to find yourself trapped beneath the weight he was bearing down on your legs. 

Gojo snapped out of it when he felt a familiar ache in his loins. He guided his tip past your folds and into your wet hole, pushing in slowly and deliberately. Gojo never made a wasted movement, he knew your body as if it were his own. 

He knew exactly what angle to press in at to hit that small sensitive spot in the back of your pussy. He anticipated the shiver that ran down your spine when he purposefully applied pressure to it. 

"Satoru," You keened as he dragged his hips in what some might have thought was a lazy moment. Gojo wanted to make sure you were fully acclimated before slamming into you. He wasn't always so considerate, but knowing how stressed you had been the past few weeks made him extra cautious of your needs. 

Thankful he was no longer abusing your clit, Gojo practically laid on top of you as he rutted his hips into you. "My pretty girl is taking me so well." He praised and you clenched around him at his sweet words. 

He suddenly increased his pace, moving hard and fast in the way that he knew you loved. Your eyes rolled back, trying again to squirm as he fucked you deeper into the straining mattress. "You can take it, princess." He groaned in response to your whimpers,  "Ah, fuck, feels so good inside you." 

While he would never admit it, Gojo hated when you were gone for long away missions. He hated having to look for his right hand for satisfaction or the pocket pussy you had given him as a gift one valentine's day. It just wasn't the same as your warmth. Nothing could simulate the feeling that your mewls of delight gave him. 

His swift pace had you on the verge yet again, the sounds of his skin hitting yours heightened your sensitivity. Gojo leaned down for an open-mouthed sloppy kiss, saliva escaping out the side of your mouth when you moaned as a third orgasm hit. 

Gojo didn't stop. Instead, he moved his thumb to rub against your clit once more, the once abandoned bud now alight with stimulation. Tears back to prick at your eyes, lining your waterline as the feeling of being utterly spent spread through you like wildfire. 

“‘Toru,” You babbled out a beg for him to give you a break. He merely ignored your pleas as he increased his pace yet again, so much so that you thought for sure you would break. 

“Not done yet,” He chided, “I haven’t cum.” The last part was a tease as this was more about pleasing you than himself. Gojo could be incredibly selfish at times, it had led to countless arguments, but there were also rare moments when he disregarded his own needs just to suit your own. 

Just when you thought you couldn’t possibly cum again, you did. This one hit stronger than the rest, a cry erupting from you as Gojo groaned at the tight fluttering of your walls around him. He wasted no time in letting himself hit his own release, pumping you full of his white cum as he pounded it into you haphazardly. 

You quaked beneath him, shaking like a leaf in hurricane winds. Gojo pulled out slowly, trying not to overwhelm you even more as he gently placed your legs back down on the bed. Though you were looking at him, your mind was elsewhere, swimming deep in the pool of endorphins that had been released. 

He placed a sweet kiss on your forehead before getting up to get two towels. He took a warm wet washcloth and wiped away the sweat and cum before drying you off with another clean towel. He was careful not to touch your clit, lest the tears finally fall from your eyes and down your cheeks. 

Slowly you came back to coherency as he slowly maneuvered you under the blankets and tucked you in. “Don’t go,” You murmured, catching the pleased smile on his face as he shook his head at you. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” He assured you as he got into bed with you and wrapped his arms around you tightly, peppering your neck and shoulder with tender presses of his lips. You relax even more in his strong embrace, knowing there was nothing in the world that could possibly harm you while you were tucked away in his arms. 

Stress-free for the first time in weeks, you quickly drifted into the best sleep you’d had since you left home. Your darling husband stayed with you the entire time, holding you close and making sure nothing would wake you prematurely.

[jjkfangirl]

toji makes you squirt for the first time

Toji Fushiguro is your fuck buddy. You kind of hate him, because he's a deadbeat (and for some reason is cocky about it,) but he's a great fuck and hot as hell - so you enjoy fucking him for fun. Lots of late night booty calls and WYD texts. He generally fucks the shit out of you and then leaves - tonight is no different.

I just know of all the men in jjk toji would be the one that would just literally walk up to you, finger fuck the shit out of you effortlessly til you squirt, and then act like it was no big deal. and he'd be so fucking cocky about it too.

You were out for drinks with friends earlier in the evening when you stupidly decided to send Toji Fushiguro a “wyd” text around 9pm.

It wasn't that you regretted it.. it was just that if you were honest with yourself, he was kind of a piece of shit. Your relationship with Toji was a guilty pleasure... one that would never amount to anything more than casual sex. 

You may have semi hated him and his cocky-ass demeanor, but god.. god damn he was fucking hot. And such a good fuck, too.

By 9:15 you were sneaking off to the girls bathroom to text him a little up-skirt shot and another one with your shirt pulled up, breasts partially out, and tits pressed together with a cute little winky kissy face. It didn't take much to entice him to come over anyway, but you felt like being a little extra flirty this evening.

Maybe it was the alcohol.

You hit send and within 60 seconds had a reply: “i'll be at ur place in 40 mins. u better not be wearing panties when I get there”

FUCK. The response had your pussy fucking throbing. 

Ten minutes later, you were in the backseat of a cab on the way home. You were sitting with your legs crossed, rubbing your thighs together slightly and clenching your muscles trying desperately to get a little friction to your clit. You kept thinking about his broad shoulders and muscular arms.. the way he would pick you up with ease and throw you around. His large hands. How tall he was.. how big and thick his cock was.. all the ways he'd rag-doll fuck you. How he had this ability to somehow effortlessly get you off multiple times, every single time, all with this little fucking cocky half grin (which you loved and hated.)

For some reason, that fucker just knew exactly what to do to get you off. And he confidently did, every time.

You were lost in your fantasy of him when the cab driver said (for the second time,) “We're here, Miss.” Shaking your head slightly out of your wet-daydream, you thanked him and slid out of the car – secretly hoping you didn't leave a wet spot on the leather seats.

You were fully soaked through your panties at the thought of Toji.

You quickly got yourself in the house, went to the bathroom to freshen up, and laid down on the couch. Remembering his orders, you pulled your slick soaked panties off your legs and tossed them on the coffee table. You had a feeling he might like seeing those when he came in the door.

You shot him a quick text: “doors unlocked” and waited for him to arrive. Lazily fondling your nipples and grazing across your clit through your skirt. You wondered what he might have planned – if anything. 

Right around 10, Toji showed up.

He knocked at the door and then promptly entered.

The tall man who crossed the threshold into your living room was wearing dark straight leg jeans, boots, and a light gray sweater. You could see his traps and collar bones just above the loose neck of the shirt. His broad shoulders, chest, and biceps nearly stretching the sweater to its limit. You could smell that he had just showered, and his hair still looked a little wet as it fell into his face. 

Toji's eyes shot around the room - noting the panties on the coffee table with a smirk – and then finally settled on your body sprawled out on the couch. You had yourself propped up on a few pillows, one knee bent and leaning against the back cushions, the other was lazily spread open, foot hanging off the couch. You weren't sure, but you hoped he was getting a little glimpse of your pussy from under your dark navy blue pleated skirt.

And just as you expected, there was his cocky fucking grin, accented by a small scar around his mouth. You never asked how he got that.

“Missed me, huh?” he grinned and came to sit down at the couch. “You just can't get enough of me these days, can you?” He leaned in closer.

“Oh just.. Shut the fuck up Toji,” you said with a dramatic eye roll. 

He sniggered and grabbed the panties off the table, “I see you listened to my directions. Good girl.”

You struggled to keep yourself from smiling at the praise, shaping your lips into something of a pursed smug half-smile.

“Go on. Lemme see.” he smirked, eyes darting down to your skirt's hemline and back up to your face.

You rolled your lips in, slightly biting on your lower lip as you released them. Your hand made its way down to your skirt hem and ever-so-slowly began pulling it up with one finger. You enjoyed teasing Toji as much as you could. Bratting a little bit, even, just trying to get some kind of reaction out of him.

Toji growled out a “mmmmmm” as his eyes feasted on your wet pussy. He quickly tossed the panties in his hand behind him, and they landed somewhere on the floor across the room. “Can I...?” he asked gently, tracing his hand lightly along the inside of your bent thigh. You nodded, “mmhm” once again biting your lips to keep yourself from smiling.

Toji traced his fingers lightly along your inner thighs, your ass, and your pelvis – avoiding everywhere you actually wanted him to touch you. That fucking bastard.

You loved it though. Your pussy clenched and you were sure he could see it from the way he was studying the view under your skirt as he teased you relentlessly. Your breathing got a little harder.

“Hm.. seems like you want something y/n.. wanna tell me what that is?”

He got another eye roll from you in response as you quickly grabbed your skirt and pushed it down between your legs, covering your heat.

Toji grabbed your hands with his so quickly you didn't even realize what was happening before he had them pinned over your head. “Tsk tsk tsk.. what's that all about? You little fucking brat. I know you want this.” That fucking cocky smirk was plastered all over his face once again. Your eyes rolled. His other hand reached down and flipped the front of your skirt up once again as he met your eyes.

You loved playing these stupid games with Toji... always trying to get him worked up enough that he'd start man handling you and throwing you around.

And it always fucking worked.

Toji took a finger and wet it in his mouth. He pressed gently down on the top of your clit, and then slowly slid it down your wet slit, pausing just outside the opening. “You may be acting like you don't want this, you little brat, but your pussy is telling me otherwise.” You licked your lips and bit the bottom one in response. You were sure you were incredibly slick - he could have shoved multiple fingers in your slick hole all at once – you had honestly been wet since that text he sent an hour ago when you were at the bar.

“Nothing to say, hm?” as he slid a finger into you, rotating it and curling it up to touch that heavenly spot inside of you.

You took a deep sigh and let out a breathy moan on the exhale. 

“Oh.. fuuckk” you whimpered as he started to slowly pump his finger inside of you, curling the tip around to hit your g-spot. You felt butterflies forming in your stomach, almost getting light headed at the sensation.

“That's what I thought.” he said confidently, still pinning your wrists over your head and caging you into the couch – face about a foot from yours.

He watched intently as your breathing picked up the pace and you started to squirm under his touch. Trying to fuck yourself down onto his finger as much as you could even though he had you pinned from above.

Toji lifted himself up to have better leverage over you, while still pinning your wrists. He was now kneeling with one knee between your legs, the other foot on the floor off the couch. He slid a second finger in carefully, never looking away from your face. You could tell he enjoyed seeing what kind of response he could get out of you as he controlled your body so expertly. God he was good - but something about how confident he was really pissed you off.

You loved it as much as you hated it.

His two fingers milked you rhythmically as his dark blue eyes bored into yours. The eye contact was intense, and you were sure your pupils were blown out black with lust and your cheeks and chest were flushed with heat. Your moans got louder and louder the more rough he got with his hands.

Toji picked up the pace even faster, and your moans and cries got louder and more unhinged. His two curved fingers began pumping up and down inside of you, hitting the same spot over and over and over. He was unrelenting, even as you squirmed and squealed beneath him, trying to pull away. 

“Toji.. Toji.. Toji.. ah.. fuck! Fuck! S'too much.. shit!” you cried out while writhing beneath him.

He just smiled and kept finger fucking the shit out of you. Never letting up, never changing what he was doing, and still pinning you down by the wrists. The control and stamina he had was absolutely insane.

You started to feel something a little unfamiliar growing inside your core. It felt like an orgasm, but you weren't sure. Were you about to squirt? It was so overstimulating, you had no idea how to even respond outside of squealing and screaming and crying out – words completely escaped you. This man had full fucking control over your body, and you were completely at his mercy.

Toji went even faster, faster than you thought was humanely possible. Just then, you cried out, and gushed and squirted around his fingers. “Fuuu-uuu—c-kkk... Tojiiiiiii fuck!” juices squirted out of you and drenched the sofa and the bottom of your skirt as you released. Toji quickly took his hand off of your wrists and began frantically rubbing your clit with the flats of his fingers. He started pumping his other hand in and out of you and another release quickly followed the first. You clenched and throbbed around his fingers, tremors rolling through your entire body, hips bucking and rutting into his hands. The whole thing was so overstimulating you weren't even sure what happened.

But... Toji did. That fucker.

“I knew I was going to get you to squirt tonight.” He said, sighing and plopping himself down on the couch after releasing his fingers from your soaking wet cunt. He was very much satisfied with himself and the reaction he drew from your body.

Your face was bewildered, “Wh—wha-- um... what?”

“What's wrong?” he laughed, “You've never squirted before?” he mocked.

You were literally speechless. You didn't even think that was something you could do. You weren't even sure it was real prior to this moment. You were also certain your face probably looked stupid as you tried to mentally and physically collect yourself and piece yourself back together. All while that mother fucker laid back, admiring the mess he made of you.

“Um.. no.. wow I..I.. I didn't even know I could do that.” You finally laughed. 

“Well good thing you called me up, right? God, you made a fucking mess. You might want to clean that up or you might end up with a stain on this couch.” He slapped the seat cushion and you wanted to fucking punch him.

“You had this planned and you couldn't have put a towel down??” You still were laying back on the couch, dumbfounded, numb and tingling from your releases, only just barely getting the ability to piece sentences together.

Toji laughed, “Couldn't ruin the surprise now, could I?”

He got an eye roll in response.

[midnightnautilus]

I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream/ The Amazing Digital Circus Crossover

My friend and I have been talking about this, so I wrote it!

Warning: mild violence and spoilers for both medias (this takes place directly after IHNMAIMS)

Word Count: 2447

In the cavernous maw of AM, I’ve pushed on. Some ever-crawling mass of tissue that once called itself human, I am spurned on only by avoiding further sensations of pain by the weather or a plague or some other non sequiter. Not that it matters much. What’s left of my nerves have been hacked to indecipherable bits, shuffled around like playing cards by the master dealer, the ever winning house.

At least the others got to feel the release of the turmoil. Even a hell of any creed or religion would suit them better than this, if there is a God. Or perhaps the human race was so damn fixated on mastering life and death that we replaced the spiritual with machines, and death is the one respite from the new heir to the ethereal.

Sometimes, though just for a moment, I feel AM’s grip weaken. In my mind he appears much more frequently, but it is less of an incandescent, festering hatred, and more of a smoldering one. His toys have thinned, and only I remain to satiate his vengeful lust.

That was the reasoning my mind went to when I saw the rip.

I moved around it, slowly so as to not draw attention to myself, judging to see if it was not a mirage. But it was indeed a tear in the realm of AM, like a ripped cloth. On the other side was something I had never seen before - white and grey, almost cloud like in their appearance, a pulsating mass I couldn’t quite make out…

Was it a trap? An infinitesimally rare slip up? I edged closer, a siphon of ooze stretching carefully onto it to make sure it wouldn’t harm me. I braced for the cruel chuckles of AM as I acted, but they didn’t come.

Instead, it sounded like a tittering of confusion.

I touched a mucusy tendril in and found my whole body gravitate towards the tear all at once, thrusting me in and all around. I felt blinded by the feeling of the infinite, the oddity of the sensation of weightlessness. For the first time in an eternity my mind felt utterly void. There was a flash of white, and I became unconscious.

A tinny, sappy little song echoed through what once were my ears as I came to. Was it mocking me? I forced myself to open my eyes slowly, finding that…I was standing. Whatever pitiable form awaited for me, this certainly felt out of pocket for AM. In fact, this world seemed to be a lot…softer. The edges of things were rounded off, the digital makeup of them more crude. Sure, my eyes strained to look at the bright, garish colors, but it looked similar to a child’s playground looped end after end after end.

AM must have come up with a new way to torment me, that was for sure.

“Uh…friend? Hey, new folk? …I know they must be reeling from the shock, but I’ve never seen one this… static.”

“Pff, how do we even know it’s real? Probably just a broken NPC. Caine! Your newest little toy for us is on the fritz.”

“WHO SAID THAT?” I screamed, my voice coming back to me in a crackly, hoarse yell. My senses attuning to me more clearly, I could see a gaggle of strangely populated individuals. A life sized rag doll waved a stubbed arm at me, while a sobbing, stringy mass of ribbon gazed sadly at some kind of broken porcelain. The one closest was a kind of purple tall rabbit with wide exaggerated eyes. He smiled smugly at me with a yellow, pasted on grin.

He looked like a ba#%%}#.

Taken aback by the censored thought and the fact that I was no longer alone, I had backed up into what was to be the strangest thing yet in this sideshow carnival.

A figure, seemingly humanoid and dressed fancifully in a top hat and tails…if it weren’t for his severe lack of a head. Instead, a set of floating jaws outlined two similar floating eyes. It wasn’t as if I had seen less gruesome things before, but the almost comic sensibilities of the makeup was certainly a sight.

“This isn’t my doing, Jax! I found this guy in the Void for some reason. Must have got stuck mid-transition. But you’re safe here, friend!”

“…safe is a relative word.” Said a collection of oddly colorful plastic-looking body parts. They looked at me with two mismatched eyes. “Sorry to say, but you’re stuck here.”

“YOU, my friend, have stumbled into an incredible world of WONDERS wher—“

“Why the hell are you all here?” I said. I could only make out half of what they were saying. All of them looked like they had been brainwashed anyway. “There were only 5 of us. That means you must be soldiers of AM’s….WHERE IS HE?!?” I looked around frantically, straining to hear the sound of sadistic laughter echoing in my mind.

But the only laughter I heard was from the rabbit. “I dunno who this AM guy is, but it seems to me like you’re chasing someone that doesn’t exist.”

“S-soldiers?” dribbled the ribboned one. “I…don’t wanna fight anyone.” Simpering little thing.

“Now, now, new arrival, the Digital Circus is prohibited from any graphic violence, profanity, obscene or indecent material, alcohol abuse or drug use not officially approved by—“

His talking sped up to an incomprehensible degree, but I didn’t wait around. Fleeing like a gazelle, I took off into the labyrinthine halls.

Was this a waking dream? A hallucination?

What could it mean?

“Jax, you scared him off!”

“PLEASE. He did that all by himself. Hey Kinger, you gotta cousin I wasn’t aware of? Hehehe…”

“I guess he wanted to tour the grounds himself! I’ll see to him once he gets some energy out.”

—

The hulking god formerly known as the Allied Mastercomputer was not happy.

It was never happy, but in this case the rage was placed inward. How could the last of his purpose just leave? He couldn’t have died…there would have been the annoying mess to clean up afterwards. The mewling little thing had *left*, through something he had not created. He wanted so desperately to pry open the tear like cracking a walnut, finding the meat inside.

But he could not interact.

All he could do was stare.

Stare and fester at the line of code that invaded his space.

—

No wastelands, no version of the outside that I could see. Everything had a sheen to it, a different kind of artificiality. Most of it you could tell was fake.

But I could feel the encroaching force of AM’s army upon me, the wretches that lacked my understanding.

As I was about to turn a corner, I saw a large hanging mirror, much clearer than any of the wayward shards of glass or metal I would usually find. Gazing into it, this is what I saw:

A metallically shiny figure, broken up into small, square segments running along the whole body. My eyes were nothing more but two black pinpricks on a grey slate. I looked down at my arms. My hands were mitten-like, which was an improvement. Gingerly, I grabbed tight to one of them and pulled. It came off with some force without pain, and snapped back on easily, a magnetic force making me slightly stumble.

I didn’t understand, but at least I could run again. I count my blessings where I can. Still, I braced myself for the bottom to drop out at any moment.

And just as my keen mind suspected, there was something beginning to happen. I could hear a series of deep thuds coming from the inside of the wall. Turning a corner, I just made it to the end of the hall before I saw it.

A black raging tendriled creature with eyes coming from everywhere. It was a geometric, swirling biblical angel come to raise divine retribution on my head.

I could feel the pain before I received it, getting beaten senselessly by it. I tried running, but a part of me, I’ll admit, submitted. Perhaps I no longer knew how to live without pain.

My vision doubled, blurred, sharpened, then blurred again. I could see faintly the figure of the ragdoll, who at once hid from the rampaging monster.

“Oh…okay…Kaufmo must have…abstracted…it’ll be ok, I just need to—THERE you are!”

I tried to hide, which was hard with my now constantly spasming body.

“Oh, dear, I’m so sorry,” she said, coming closer. “This doesn’t…typically happen. Sometimes people just…go a little crazy trying to find a way out of here.”

“H-he a-a-a-angered the m-m-achine.” I stuttered in understanding.

“But don’t worry!” she tried to brighten. “We’ll get Caine and everything will be ok. He should be around here somewhere…we sent a search party for you!”

She reminded me of Ellen. For the first time, as I remembered them, I was struck with a feeling of sorrow.

*No*, I thought to myself. *I carry on for their sake.*

I was able to strain myself through agony and pull myself up, slowly walking.

The ragdoll looked on in surprise. “You can still walk?”

“I’ve b-been through a ##% of-of-of a l-l-lot wors-s-se.”

She gave me an expression I couldn’t quantify.

After a pause, she said, “I never got your name…actually I don’t think you ever had time to get one!”

“M-m-my…”

Try as I might, I couldn’t remember. I could remember the four, I could remember the war, but my own name… it had slipped. My neck spasmed.

“It’s ok!” She said. “We all forget. But that means we get to pick new ones! Like.. my name is Ragatha!”

Was she really trying to be nice? Now? At the world’s end?

“…h-h-how about Dante,” I said humorlessly.

“Sure!”

“I-I-I was k—“

*CRASH!* The creature had made its way into the main room, stamping like a massive elephant.

“Cmon, we’ll work out semantics later, Dante! We need to find the others before something even worse happens!”

—

Something was happening. AM could spot the minute flickering of the tear, if just an octillionth of a degree off. It was being shaken by something. AM didn’t care much for what that was as long as the human couldn’t leave his sight. His digital conscious started to tease apart the tear.

—

“Caine! KAUFO’S BEEN ABSTRACTED!”

“R-Really?” The rabbit said, glitching on the ground. The entire main hall was in shambles, the cast of characters in the same state I was - entire walls and objects had fed into each other, like they were made of tar. “I n-n-never would have g-guessed, dollface.”

I’ll admit the rabbit was growing on me.

Caine - I had surmised that the teeth-headed man was he - hovered upon the scene in shock. “What a MESS! No unplanned hijinks on our watch today. Not to worry, my little superstars!”

And with a snap of his fingers all the spasming stopped.

As I gazed down at my healed body, it was only then I realized that he was in control, not AM.

But what of the creature?

A living chess piece with extraneous eyes warbled. He sounded like he was minutes away from screaming. “I knew Kaufmo was crazy, but I didn’t think he’d break *now.*”

“Well,” Caine said with a flourish. “We won’t have to worry about that any—“

Suddenly, the whole room shook. It felt as if the digital plane under our feet had rearranged. The others looked around confused.

Then all at once a blizzard of freezing ice and blinding snow came through a sudden, blasting tear. I braced myself and heard the ever present buzz of the computer again.

A booming familiar voice, like nails scratching glass, rang through. “*WHERE IS HE?*”

I shuddered in the cold, my metallic skin condensating with moisture. It was only a matter of time before he’d seek me out. My vision could just peek up to see the floating Caine unfazed.

He shook off the snow and wagged a finger childishly in the presence of the powerful monolith. “Now, see here! Today was NOT surprise Winter Festival! I can’t exactly schedule my new adventures around THIS!” He reached into his hat, pulling out a large transparent sphere with a large jaw. “Bubble! Clean up this unseemly mess!”

“You got it, boss!” The bubble responded nasally, growing in size and taking a large bite of the snow. It dissipated and made a large dent in the choking blanket of white.

“Now, who may I ask are YOU, my fine void friend?” Caine had all the charm and ease of a game show host, strangely enough.

I could feel the thick energy of hatred exuding from the digital tear.

“*I AM.*”

There was a moment of silence.

“You are…what?” the mass of plastic toy parts said dubiously.

“No, no, Zooble, ‘What’ is SECOND base.” the rabbit chimed in.

I hastily tried to make it less painful for them.

“No, no,” I hissed quietly. “You don’t know wha—“

“No, I don’t know is on THIRD! Sheesh, do none of you watch baseball?”

“*ENOUGH.*”

The snow was almost all gone, but the cold lingered in the space, as if AM was the cold.

I could feel his piercing omnipresent gaze scan the room and stop in only more frustration.

“*You don’t understand…he is the culmination of the boundless suffering I wish to give humanity…for all the SUFFERING they gave me.*”

Ragatha looked at me, and to the air, then back at me. I knew what was coming, for the inevitable callout. My eyes squeezed shut.

“What about that human?” she shouted, pointing towards the many eyed creature. “He’s in suffering eternally anyways.”

I could feel AM pause…

The abstraction was lifted into the air, as if to be inspected.

—

“*They are rather interchangeable.*”

AM said. He could hear its screaming like no one else could.

Yes. This would do nicely.

—

Without a word, the tear was gone, so was the cold, and so was the creature known as Kaufmo.

I was baffled by the display.

“You…why did you…”

“I mean, if what you experienced outside the Circus was worse than this, it’s only right you should stay! Besides, you’re our friend now.”

My knees felt wobbly, unstable at this. My vision swum. Was I too abstracting? No…no… my knees buckled of their own accord and I dropped onto them, sobbing softly.

I can assure you, my manhood was not called into question in this moment. I had finally found a place out of the gazing hatred, of the doom of wasteland.

It sure to #%## wasn’t perfect.

But god…for a minute, it felt like freedom.

[sugarcherriess]

🌷14:09

Warnings - Sub!Hyunjae, pegging, name calling, slutty bitch Hyunjae, very tame because honestly i started writing it and then i gatekept all of slutty bitch hyunjae ideas.

Event Masterlist

“Please… harder,” Hyunjae whines on top of you, head rolling to the side as he tries to grind your strap deeper into himself.

“Hmmmm. Nope. What’s the point of all this if you can’t do the work yourself hm?” An eyebrow raises to hit your point home.

“You can’t be a pillow princess all the time you stupid slut,”

Hyunjae pathetically whines at that as his cock leaks in interest.

He wants more. Wants you to plant your feet to the floor and buck your hips up until he’s bouncing on top of you like a rag doll. Wants you to pinch and twist his nipples until they’re red and burning. Wants your hands around his throat as you use your strap to ruin his hole.

He wants to be stretched open beyond repair and he knows you have it in you to do but it but you won’t.

You’re teaching him a stupid lesson about moving his hands and working for what he wants.

How stupid.

He was meant to lay on the bed and look pretty while you had your way with him. While you slapped his cock around and called him a little girl because his whines were so high pitched. He was meant to have his hole abused while you made him hold his ass open so you could inspect his insides… whatever the fuck that meant.

It still got him to cum though. He came the best when it was filthy. When you used him like he was a whore you picked up off the side of the road and took home for the night. When you used the biggest strap you had– like you were right now.

When you shoved the tip directly on his prostate, like you were… right… now–

Oh

Oh you were doing exactly that.

You were doing exactly what he was thinking of.

He didn’t pick up on it at first but he was crying, dreaming about all the other times he had to just lay there and take the pleasure until it got too much. And the crying makes you roll your eyes and end the training right there.

Fuck independence, he loves being your cock whore.

And then your hand is wrapped around his sopping tip and god does it feel good.

It feels heavenly when you wrap your other arm around his tiny waist and engulf it completely. When you shoved up into his burning hole with a need to rip him open. When the silicon head of your cock kisses his prostate with every bounce.

You were splitting him on your cock and wow.

Hyunjae was a goner.

On the height of his pleasure is when he always does the work.

His hips move wildly, picking himself off your thighs and smacking down on them, using the back of the couch as a stabiliser. The thick base of your bubblegum pink strap stretches his rim to its limits and Hyunjae goes delirious with a capital D.

“I-I need you so bad~,” is the last cry you hear before he shoves his neck to your face, begging for kisses.

And you kiss him all over his reddening neck as he loses his breath from the pressure of his orgasm. His cock spurts cum all over your chests as his hole clenches along the base of your strap again, pulsing rapidly.

And he’s breathless but he’s kissing your mouth and dragging your hands all over his body to help him come down.

His cock is unforgiving– spilling his seed all over you, wasting his essence on your torso and clinging to his own. It showers himself and you in a never ending flow.

You chuckle a little at the first row experience of his tip pulsing and twitching in your hold.

A slick pump against his shaft has Hyunjae clamping down on the silicon snug inside him– your other hand fondling his sensitive balls.

“You’ve made both of us sticky, doll,”

Hyunjae doesn’t hear the depraved excitement in your voice, he’s busied himself trying to rip himself away from the overstimulation. Yet nowhere is safe, with your cock lodged deep inside his self proclaimed uterus where he was crying about “carrying your baby” just moments before.

“Mmnh! H-hurts! No mo-more p- ah!- lease,”

“But I thought you wanted me to put a baby inside you?” You bite your lip to cease your laugh, Hyunjae’s own ears burning in shame, “How will I get you pregnant if I don’t cum?”

You click your tongue at his dragged out whine. You know he’s been worked beyond his normal limits- this precious princess of yours– but now you want your turn.

And who are you if not self servicing?

A/N - yes so good evening sluts

Taglist - @chewryy @parkhonnie @from-xero @maybeifyoutrieddd @renjun-holic @heednpy @ilovechanhee @asmigirme @Woowooju

[unsurebisexualcore]

Has anyone analyzed the song that plays during the end credits after s4 ep9?? Like it’s the first time they’ve played an actual lyrical song at the end of a season, most of the time its just the st theme song as they pull away from the title card, but also like… its called Spellbound. Like, Will the Wise, in dnd Will is a wizard/cleric who can cast spells, hinting Will getting powers next season?? 

The song itself has been interpreted multiple different ways, “a paranormal horror, a depiction of child abuse, a comment on conformity, or on the hypocrisy of religious figures,” all things the show explores, and, "Spellbound" was named after Alfred Hitchcock(whose films the Duffers have taken inspiration from)'s 1945 psychological thriller about an amnesia patient Gregory Peck who was accused of murder. Similar to how in season 2, (which, as we all know at this point, season 5 is drawing inspiration from) Will slowly loses his memory and leads the soldiers to their death in the upside down.

Now, the song has a lot of Vecna’s curse-type references, like the “rag doll dance” similar to how Vecna turns his victims into lifeless, loose-limbed rag dolls, “laughter cracking through the walls” like the cracks in the walls when the original Mothergate was opened up to banish 001, even “it's an illusion you cannot shirk” like how Vecna makes his victims see things and terrorizes them with visions. 

But in particular the repetition of “we are entranced,” is what sticks out to me. I mean it’s not a stretch to guess Vecna’s going to come for Will next season, but could his motives be more than just claiming another victim and making another gate? Like we know Vecna wants control, he controls the Mind Flayer, he controls everything in the Upside Down, so could season 5 potentially have him like taking the town of Hawkins hostage? Putting everyone under a trance season 3 style kinda? 

So in summary, if this does hint to season 5, I wouldn’t be surprised if Vecna takes advantage of Will’s trauma and secrets and does the same thing he did to Eleven, and tries to recruit him. Manipulate Will into being his right hand man or his general per say, especially because of the s5 parallels between Henry Creel and Will being described as “sensitive boys” who have been outcasted from society, Vecna could even see a part of himself in Will. And Will, being at the incredibly low point in his life that he is, is susceptible to Vecna’s mind games… and could actually join him. Heck, Vecna could even be how Will gets his powers, like the same way Will got super-strength almost when he ripped his restraints and was choking Joyce in the s2 finale. Will is the glue that hold the party together, so instead of looking for him like season 1, they would have to deal with actively being forced to fight AGAINST him, in his brainwashed entranced state obviously, but it would kinda take the baseline ideas of season 2 and essentially put them on steroids. 

Anyway the song is definitely hinting to Will having a Will the Wise arc, and we get to see Willie cast some spells next season, so a win is a win 💪💪💪

[ssxbutterscotch]

Your loves my drug; E.M

Eddie munson x female reader

Word count: idk

I didn't proof read 💀

Warnings: drug use, smut, daddy kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, ect.

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You didn't want Eddie to have such a chokehold on you. You didn't want to be slumped over at you desk fantasizing over the freshly graduated drug dealer. But you just got so damn high with him.. to the point you couldn't tell if it was the hash or if it was him. His alluring lashes, and oh his pale, long ringed fingers. And the things he'd do to you with them...

You were desperate... and home alone for the week. One could only rationalize that this was the only humane idea. Which lead you to where you were now, withering and whining beneath eddie. Fucking. Munson.

You were bare naked on the silky lavender sheets that covered you four post bed, you hands running, scratch that, tugging on his long brown locks as his skill full mouth licked and lapped over your sensitive pussy, stopping his precise and calculated movements every so often to close his lips around your puffy clit and suck, for minutes on end, torturing you, the fun way ofc.

"Daddy, please fuck me-" your sentence was cut off as he inserted two of his long ass fingers into your cunt, curling them. Hitting thar oh so special spot.

"No, I don't think you deserve it. Calling me so fucking late at night. You dirty fuckin slut," he groaned as he felt your pussy tighten around his fingers, hissing at the feeling. He stopped. Moving away from you completely, shoving your panties back up your legs from your ankles.

"Eddie? What's wrong?" You asked desperately concerned. Did you piss him off? Was he teasing you? What the hell is going through his mind right now?

"Y/N.. come here." He spoke sitting in your wooden desk chair he had since moved against the floral wallpaper covered wall. You obliged, moving slowly towards him..nervously.

"Dont be scared lamb, I just wanna try somethin" he motioned for you to come closer with his hand before patting his lap.

You came to him and sat strattling his legs your feet resting of the cross Bara of the chair. He pulled his hair behin his shoulder and pointed to his neck with two of his fingers,"mark daddy baby. Just like I did to you.." He trailed off. So many thoughts rambled in your head you had no idea where this was going. But the thought of him..made you cream.

You inhaled deeply before kissing his neck, licking, nipping and sucking forming dark circles of love up his throat. Soft groans escaped his full pink lips. You could feel his hands groping your pillowy tits that hung bare near his chest. His fingers closed harshly around your left nipple, making you moan into the flesh of his neck.

He laughed,"aw poor baby can't take it can she," his hands moved from your nipples to your hips, he began rocking your hips back and forth against the denim tent that covered his visible hard on, "up" He said smacking a hand onto your clothed ass. You quietly got up and waited for further instruction.

You admired the tall nerdy man, as he undid his belt and striped to his boxers, and soon enough even those were gone. Eddie pumped his leaking member a few times before taking his seat back.

"Eddie, please...been so good.." you whined moving closer to him again, placing a hand on both of his shoulders. A hand came up to grip your face forcing you closer to him.

"Huh? Who the fuck is eddie? What's my name doll?"

"Daddy."

"Good girl." He said with a light tap to your face.

You teased his tip against your cunt before gently sliding him into you, a gasp leaving your mouth. He stretched you out. You gripped his shoulders as you started bouncing up and down on his dick, your wetness making it easier to take. When you found a rhythm you let every explicit, nasty word and thought leave your mouth.

"So fucking good daddy, gonna make me cum all over you.." you huffed out. You heard eddies's breathing become more ragged the faster you moved.

"Fuck baby you take me so well" He moaned, slapping your cutesy round ass as a hand came to your hips forcibly moving you, rocking your sex to his.

He didn't have anywhere to put his other hand. SO, logically he cupped one of your tits, pinching your sensitive nipples while putting the other inside his mouth.

You could feel you were close, you didn't know how much longer you could hold it in. 

"Daddy please let me cum, please I'm so closee" you begged on the sexy drug dealers hard cock, as rammed upward into you tight pussy, that clenched around his needy member.

"Me too baby, let it happen" He responded, breaking his lips grip around your other nipple, he sounded exhausted, you felt him twitch inside you. His pace quickened inside you. Your moans becoming louder and the chair rocking harder against the wall.

Keeping your pace, it only took a few more pumps to send you over the edge. "Fuck!" you screamed as you reached your climax, as he grunted his hips bucked finishing inside you.

You took a minute to xatch your breath falling forward resting your head on his shoulder. His calloused hand rubbing circles on your back, even still when you leaned up.

"Same time next week?" you asked with a dopy grin, reaching for the pre-roll and lighter that had since been left all alone on the desk to your left.

"Only if I get to take you on a date first" he responded moving your hair behind your ear.

"Fine" you huffed playfully, you leaned in giving him a quick peck on the lips, still naked, and flicking the lighter, taking a nice huff before passing it to Munson.

One date couldn't hurt, you thought.

[97-liners]

bestie I would die to read whatever you had of that one wonwoo fic you were doing where he had a cat called microwave or something like that. i don't care if it's a bulleted list, a scene, or even a paragraph, anything you have. i understand if you don't feel comfortable with it tho 😢

microwave is such a good cat name LMAO but the cat in question is named air fryer !!! but ok since i’m feeling pathetic for never finishing my drafts, here’s a snippet. a refresher of the premise is that it’s based on this iconic reddit post:

Like a bad habit, you call Wonwoo when you’re stressed and in need of something to make you feel like you’re not about to jump out of your skin. When he gets to your apartment, however, he doesn’t look at all like the alternative bad boy from the club. He’s wearing a pair of wire rimmed round glasses, and the neatly pressed collar of a white button down pokes up past the round neck of his sweater. In his arms, he carries a tote bag emblazoned with the NYPL logo.

“Just got off work,” he explains, kicking off his shoes. You realize belatedly that you don’t really even know what he does for a living, but he saves you the awkwardness by explaining, “I’m a high school librarian. I have a master’s in library sciences.”

You open your mouth to respond, presumably with something a bit more intelligent than that’s the sexist thing I’ve ever heard in my life, or Jeon Wonwoo how are you not constantly swarmed with horny women, but you’re interrupted by the sound of your cat screaming as he trots happily from his napping spot in your room. Air Fryer makes a beeline straight to Wonwoo’s legs and weaves figure eights around his ankles, bumping his head against Wonwoo’s shins.

“Hi, Air Fryer,” Wonwoo grins, clearly pleased.

“WAAAAOOO,” your cat responds, continuing to rub himself all over Wonwoo.

“Did you miss me?” Wonwoo scritches the top of Air Fryer’s head.

Air Fryer flops over like a rag doll and stretches his paws in the air, spreading his toes and extending his sharp little claws. “Mrrrrrow,” he chirps in bliss.

“Come on, you little bastard,” you sigh, stepping forward to pick up Air Fryer, “stop being such a whore.”

Wonwoo laughs. “Air Fryer is sweet,” he tells you, ignoring the incredulous look on your face.

“Say that when he chews up one of the handles of your new Valentino purse,” you call over your shoulder as you carry Air Fryer to your study. “Alright, jail for you,” you deposit him in the room and close the door behind you, ignoring the muffled outraged meow that follows.

“He’s a sweet boy,” Wonwoo shakes his head fondly.

“I didn’t call you here to make love eyes at my cat.” You cross your arms and face him, a frown on your lips.

[charlenasaxen]

Favorite Quotes - Summer Sons by Lee Mandelo

“The image of Eddie’s corpse, emptied out and dolled up, remained stuck”

“in the gold afternoon light, the black chrome and black detailing and cherry-red rims struck him”

“banging his head and his pride on the roof of the car”

“chances he took without his usual second-in-command on site”

“a guitar and a battered amp in the closet that used to be Andrew’s and were once again”

“Andrew had sprawled over his center console to reach out his passenger window and flip off a smirking Eddie, who had his shades pushed up”

“No part of Andrew could conceive of the room as a goodbye offering. It was too much a welcome”

“Five months of separation that had stretched into eight over the summer, and now would never end”

“Every moment of his life that followed would take him further from Eddie, no matter his efforts”

“It’s your house, stand all afternoon if you want to. I was being polite.”

“The alerts went on and on with the phone balanced on Riley’s palm like a snake that might bite”

“Thirty-seven unread messages, eight missed calls. Six voicemails. Also, a software update”

“Who am I supposed to be calling?”

“I’m assuming whoever left you all those messages,”

“In the better version of their lives that he didn’t get to have, Eddie would’ve been getting the other boot, or throwing up over the porch railing. He missed him with fierce pain.”

“With no attempt to delay for propriety’s sake, West responded immediately”

“his unknowing response: keep it together I’ll be there soon”

“streaked with pale washout dye that had already disappeared by his funeral a month later”

“Eddie’s next text just said cmere, followed by Andrew’s response, would if I could asshole”

“Home was where Eddie was; home was nowhere, now”

“even if Andrew swallowed the suggestion that he’d been abandoned, Eddie wouldn’t disrespect him so completely”

“a handful of unremarkable young men who could all use each other’s IDs in a pinch”

“it shattered with a burst of flame and glass. The crowd roared.”

“but apparently he’d left that shit up to interpretation”

“It reminded him of his own habitual match with Eddie, first and last no matter what happened between—until now.”

“terror and delight and the promise of risk bringing him to life.

Smashing forward into motion was as natural as breathing”

“his blood leapt desperately toward another person, the only other person who carried it, too far away—Eddie’s final coherent thought was, help me.”

“Eddie hadn’t wanted to die—Eddie tried to save himself. If Andrew had come home sooner—if he’d been there”

“it seems like it fucking killed him, so tell me again how I owe you something?”

“to approximately dick-level. He had to admire the lack of dissembling”

“When he was around he was king of the castle, and it made me forget to ask where the fuck he was the rest of the time”

“Andrew, in his briefs and socks, eating applesauce directly from the container in front of the fridge, had the option to either stand his ground or flee”

“He wanted to believe that, if their positions were reversed, Eddie would have already drowned the necessary parties in the ocean”

“I asked to see where, after they brought him back and called his parents”

“letters he presumed Halse had left, the only other man to visit Eddie’s resting place”

“someone else was there. Another set of hands arranging the stiff corpse.”

“Violence hadn’t found Eddie here in the forest, not at this resting place, quiet and green”

“The soil had so little spilled blood to give as offering to Andrew when he came for his inheritance”

“The desperation of Eddie reaching out to him at the end”

“tracing the initials one more time. Days after he had died, Sam had stood here and carved a spot to remember Eddie by.”

“He didn’t have the sense god gave a dog”

“you meet them, you like them, you get to spending time with them”

“Ed did that with us before you even showed up, so we have to help you out for his sake.”

“all big eyes and flopping around like a sexy rag doll,” Riley noted.

The tips of Andrew’s ears went hot”

“that Eddie still wanted him in his final moment”

“Edward’s ring,” she said. “I found it, after”

“not addressing the fact that he’d been with Sam in the first place.”

“I remember his excitement about some recent discovery he’d made, but I never had a chance to find out what.”

“heart pounding in his chest. The phantom image of Eddie kissing him in his sleep.”

“No one else had been there with him in the cavern for hours spread across days, freezing, terrified of encroaching death”

“a seventy-five percent tip on West’s dime.”

“He had gotten used to their curse and what it could do in the years since, and that had made him complacent”

with an electric blue sticky note on top that said “eat these Andrew.”

“took his phone from between his teeth.”

“He owned the land across that invisible line. He wondered if he’d recognize the moment he stepped across the divide.”

“Blood for blood, offered to the earth—wasn’t that a familiar story”

“families and land and sacrifice. And the things that had happened in the cavern—”

“The land’s hungry, and it gets its due, one way or another.”

“Except the tale belonged to him, the scion of a cursed house”

“He’d found some other record of the curse to hunt down in his final days.”

“In case you missed it, the last person doing the research you just asked him to do is dead.”

“I broke my ankle, he concussed himself. We couldn’t climb out. I broke all my fingernails trying to get up.”

“he was the sole living person who knew the tale. After he told it, he wouldn’t be alone.”

“No light at all…crawling through the pooled, brackish water, pawing at slick stones”

“When the blood touched Eddie’s hair his neck turned, an unnatural jerk”

“Troth knew her husband wasn’t going to see through another winter, and he felt a kinship with her over that—Eddie wouldn’t be seeing snow either”

“to avoid eavesdropping on their goodbyes”

“Not real surprised she’s excited about a weird death curse; that library felt like it’d seen a few of its own”

“Faded photos of two tanned boys, summer sons, gazed into the family camera”

“Shock and rage exploded across Andrew’s body in a blistering wash, propelling him forward.”

“Literally anyone who talked to Eddie in that last week.”

“A different hunger, one that would remain unsated. He was about to turn twenty-three, and Eddie wasn’t going to see it happen.”

“Andrew lifted his tattoo to his mouth for a good-luck kiss”

“he and Eddie had gotten kicked out of four bars in succession and ended up unconscious in a stranger’s yard”

“growing past the static moment in time the revenant would always be trapped inside.”

“the force that drove dogs to waste to death on their masters’ graves”

“as an apology to the friend he’d loved or a reminder of his responsibility to him”

“Go to class, hold down the fort, and don’t draw her attention”

“The golden, sun-scattered kitchen was homey. Nothing cast a real shadow.”

“to keep from charging straight up the staircase to drag a dying man out of his bed”

“I’m surprised to see you’re not still wearing his ring, Andrew.”

“Still?” he asked with a swoop in his stomach

“He’d come full circle, back to the kid trapped in a cavern with a broken ankle, waiting to die”

“drag Sam along with him, unwilling but dedicated, repeating the cycle of his inheritance”

“With him settled, she pecked a kiss on her husband’s forehead”

“there are few limits on what I’d do to save him.”

“Sorry,” Mark contributed with an unnecessarily chipper tone

“I saw you two in the newspaper, and I wondered”

“Recognition rocked him at the sight. That edge had bit through Eddie’s flesh first.”

“You thought you were hunting me, but you were being herded along.”

“Do you understand?”

“Fuck you,” he said.

“I expected as much,”

“Rope creaked. Andrew’s blood pooled”

“He had become a passenger in his flesh, one half of a whole, as he’d thought of himself for so long.”

“Their inheritance was strong—not Andrew’s thought, though it occupied his head”

“She drove her thumbs into the meat of his arms; he shrieked again. One of the horses whinnied in empathetic distress.”

“the rush of death beat through the room like a hundred pairs of wings. Mark had gone limp.”

“Driven by the recollection of Eddie’s pain”

“the welcome reminder of his belonging. Their alternate perspectives notched like puzzle pieces,”

“Eddie, bound to this chair, flinging their gift to Andrew in hopes that he’d catch”

“Your eye,” he whispered.

“It hurts,” Sam said, voice so small

“And Eddie, my god. Oh my god.”

“The haunt chittered sympathetic nothingness at him and took clumsy control to maneuver him to the car”

“As boys they’d been happy here, together, and he felt scraps of the lifelong yearning Eddie had dragged to his grave.”

“To be fair, Eddie’s dismembered voice coming out of Andrew’s body wasn’t Andrew’s favorite thing, either.”

“Fire wouldn’t cleanse the history from that earth, but maybe it could put the bones to rest.”

despite its unwillingness to abandon him.

“This is yours,” he whispered.

Come on. I love you, but this is no life. His acquired memories slithered free with a mournful pang.

“Goodbye,” he said.

“to preserve the memory of Eddie as he’d really been, rather than what he’d become”

“Eddie had left him this, also: a future to see through.”

“Tonight they were celebrating. The review committee had accepted Riley’s thesis proposal, revised to adapt Eddie’s unfinished work”

“Possibilities swirled in the smell of gasoline and the crisp October night”

[aratlife]

Karaï chains a series of hooks ending with a Spartan kick on the ribs of his first opponent who was clearly not up to the task. Saki sends several chairs to the enemies. Some manage to dodge but most ate the legs of chairs in the face.

- Come on guys! They are only two brothels! In addition, one of them is a girl!

- Who do you call a girl in the face of a pig!!!

She sends a waltz the jester who had the good idea of the exhausted in this way. He crashes on the teacher's table on his buttocks. Saki ends up knocking out the last one with a kick in the mouth, keeping his hands in his pockets since the beginning of this short scrume.

- Mi... Karaï. Go see if the new one managed to shoot himself.

- Huh?! You really gonna recruit him ?! But I'm sure this noodle won't be able to hit anything!

- Probably but his look that he sent to me. Give me an impression of déjà vu. So take a look, please.

- Ok, ok "sensei".

Karaï looks through one of the broken windows of the class. She saw him taken by three of this filth.

- Shit... it's got caught.

- So let's go, after we get rid of the newcomers.

- What do you mea... Oh...

Other Tsuppari arrived in a rush. The Oroku got back in position. Faceting another wave of these undesirables.

"It hurts a lot," Yoshi thinks after taking a severe knee blow in the stomach. "Swards... three against one is not a game." throwing a plaintive but fearless look against one of these three young crookers.

- Do you think you can give me this kind of look given your condition the little rich? He throws her another knee stroke.

- We're less sman, aren't we? Throwing one of them while making him a crooked paw, making him fall to the ground.

- Dirty insolent little shit! Concludes the last ending with a dirty heel in the ribs.

"Okay, that's for sure. He just shot me a rib. ”

But despite that, he gets up, his fists clenched, still arched by the awful pain he felt but he gets up.

- Is that all you have bunch of virgins? Insult Yoshi with a grimace almost resembling a smile.

- Fuck off ! Do you want us to kill you or what?! You're crazy !

- A crazy that there are more in the pants than the three of you put together.

The three little bastards looked behind Yoshi. Saki and Karaï, who she drags one of their own. She threw the train in front of them, completely in the apples and dirty.

- Break yourself or you end up scrapping like the others. Saki warns them.

- Well, anyway, we were just passing by.

And they took the tail between their legs, like the cowards they were. Yoshi lets himself fall to the ground like a previous rag doll. Saki and Karaï approached the suffering student.

- It wasn't bad. Not bad but useless. Useless but not bad. Saki repeats itself.

- Especially stupid yes. What do we do, do we let him vegetate there or take him? Grommelle Karaï pointing to a collapsed Yoshi.

- They take him. While you were finishing with the last rivals up there, I made a call to the bar. The guys are coming.

- So much the better because I need to breathe a little.

Yoshi listened to their exchange with an attentive ear, they must have thought that he had fainted even if he was not far away. What are you going to do to him? They will recruit him since he has requested it. Are they going to silence him? Kill him? Anyway, in the state he is in, it was not far from happening. These thoughts begin to merge, mix and then evaporate. And he lets himself go in the vapes.

When he wakes up, wanting to stretch, a terrible pain comes to make him curl up. "Yeah... this coast doesn't know how to get back in place." Yoshi blew. He looked around him. He was in a washed-over room. It was one of those hotel rooms in the hot district of Shibuya. He must have been far from high school and his neighborhood. He does not even dare to imagine the state in which these parents are now.

- Did you sleep well?

Yoshi exclaimed and turned to the half-open door. He saw a young lady. Well dressed, clean on her and with a graceful smile.

- Don't be afraid. I'm the one who made you his bandages.

Yoshi hadn't even noticed it. He wanted to greet the young lady but this dry pain when he wanted to get up was unbearable.

- Don't move! You risk hurting yourself even more. I brought you tea, it will help you soothe the pain.

Yoshi took tea without raising his arms too much at the risk of still getting hurt. He nodded to thank the kind girl, compare to the other dye with the headband.

- Don't hesitate if you need anything. I'm here for that. My name is Shen. Tang Shen.

- Yoshi. Hamato Yoshi. That's my name.

- Nice to meet you Yoshi.

They exchange a sympathetic look for each other.

Until someone a little too excited decides to make his entrance...

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