#they got zero drip and get no bitches

[stsgbrainrot]

Satosugu would be that obnoxious rich married couple who could buy anything and everything yet still have the most god awful taste. They’d make every worst dressed list and Suguru wouldn’t care as long as they didn’t mock his hair. But Satoru would cry every time and go out and buy more looks and the cycle would just repeat

[thecuriousquest]

Dirt Bag (Daddy Loves You Part Two)

Yan!Step Dad Toji x Fem!Reader

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @murderofravens

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, rape/non con vaginal sex, rape/non con anal sex, heavy spanking, possessive tendencies, guns, death threats, pot references, degradation kink, Daddy kink, all characters are 18+

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Part One

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You guys do not get along with each other AT ALL, and he takes this out on you by being petty as fuck. If you’re not going to be his good little girl, then he’s going to be stern as fuck until you can get your fucking shit together.

He tells you this every time you try to argue about curfew, every time he sees you’re about to go out dressed in those snug jeans and a crop top.

Honestly, he couldn’t give a fuck about what you wear, but he’s petty, so he’s going to order you to go back upstairs and change.

You got a problem with it? It just means he gets to spend more time keeping you at home while arguing with you. Argue too much and he might just pull out a wooden spoon and smack your ass with it a few times until you back out of his reach and shoot up to your room about as fast as a bottle rocket.

Damn. The power a wooden spoon holds, huh?

It makes him feel bigger than he already is.

But he isn’t in the mood to argue when he sees you walking inside with a boy. Neither of you get even five steps in when he rolls his eyes and stands from the living room couch. Fuck, work was hell. Killing for money today was just awful. Now he has to deal with you and some fucking idiot?

He pushes you towards the stairs, roughly. You fall on the fourth step on your ass, hitting your elbow on the hard wood.

“What the fuck’s up your ass, old man?!”

He doesn’t even bother with you as he fixes his eyes on the asshole in his doorway.

“Out,” is all he says as he points towards the screen door that just shut a few seconds ago.

“Whoa, man, who even are you?”

He looks stoned. Of course he looks stoned.

“I said-“ he grabs his gun, the same one he took on his mission earlier. “Out.” He cocks the gun and points it straight at the guy wreaking of pot. “Now.”

And that sobers him up pretty quick because he’s out the door in less than two seconds.

You watch your step dad put his gun back in his waistband, and you scream at him.

“Why do you ruin everything for me?!”

His eyes finally turn to you, dark and cold like a moonless sky. He grabs you by your jaw, pulling you in close while keeping your ass on the steps.

“I hafta protect you from scum like that because you’re a fuckin’ idiot.”

That’s the only reason he gives you as he tucks you under one arm, keeping you close to his hip.

“You kick, I’ll start spankin’ you.”

But you don’t listen to his warning, so you thrash and beat on his bulky thigh through his sweat pants, never relenting until a firm palm comes down on the pocket of your jeans.

You elicit a guttural cry from the impact, feeling fire blossom across the cheek he just smacked.

“Oh, you asshole! Fuck you, Toji- OW!”

It only gets worse from there. He walks to his bedroom that he shares with your mother, and as he walks, he roasts your ass. The jeans make you feel like you have zero protection because it just hurts so fucking much.

“Toji!” you cry out as he throws you on the bed, bending you like one of those art dolls made for posing.

He manhandles you onto your stomach, giving you your real punishment as he tears your jeans off of you.

“You’ve been a real bad girl, ya know that? Disregardin’ Daddy like a fuckin’ bitch.”

And it’s so much worse now to feel his hand, which could be just as bad as a belt, bite into your supple skin. You break down, snot dripping from your nose as tears spill over your lashes. You grip the shitty comforter, kicking every once in a while when the burn gets so bad that you just can’t control your limbs.

“Toji, stop!”

All he hears is a demand, and nobody orders Toji around. Especially not his dirt bag daughter.

It takes a while to get you there, but you finally lower your head in acceptance, submission as you murmur “please, please” while crying so terribly.

And Toji can’t help but palm the meat of your ass, the doughy flesh now sporting a horrible scarlet.

“Damn, that’s gotta hurt, hon,” is all he says as he massages your raw skin.

You hear rustling coming from the bedside before there’s a presence in between your legs. You’re quick to try to turn over, but one large forearm across your lower back keeps you right where he wants you.

“This is kinda yer own fault, ya know? Such a filthy little slut.” He impales you, splitting you with his piercing cock. “Damn. So fuckin’ tight. Who would’ve known? Thought you’d be loose with the way ya act and dress.”

You feel like your soul has left your body, not even hearing your own screams as your step dad fucks you on the bed he shares with your mom.

“Stop it! I hate you!” you wail as you pound your little fists into the pillow.

Toji coos at you. “Come on, hon, don’t be like that. Want me to fuck yer ass instead?”

The shock of his words still you, and you whimper and plead for him not to.

“Then tell me ya fuckin’ love me so much. Tell Daddy ya love ‘em.”

This is the sickest kind of “love” imaginable.

Gasping for air through a sob stuck in your throat, you feel your stomach roil as you repeat the words he wants to hear.

“I love you, Daddy.”

“Yeah? Yeah, love ya too, hon.”

The control he has over you is strangling as he bullies that little spot that has your hips bumping into the mattress. He reaches underneath you with one hand, supporting himself with the other. Just like that, he fiddles with your clit, pinching and twirling the puffy thing.

You stiffen as something builds and continues building until you just can’t keep still anymore. You let go of the tension, and Toji can feel your juices all over his thigh-slapping cock.

But Toji isn’t a nice man. No, Toji is a terrible man who kills people for money and fucks his dirt bag daughter until she breaks as a punishment.

He pulls out of your throbbing pussy and lets his wet dick nestle against your asshole. Your eyes widen when you feel him pushing inside.

“I told you I loved you!”

“Yeah, I heard ya. Daddy loves ya too, baby girl.”

He pumps deep inside of you, skin-on-skin contact so rough it sounds like clapping. Your freshly spanked ass so raw and bruised that you cry every time he pistons into you.

And finally, finally, the moment he’s been waiting for, you collapse into the bed in a heap of sobs and messy whimpers. Oh, it’s so good to watch you no longer hold yourself up on your elbows. With your face in the scratchy pillow case, he pulls you back by your pony tail and whispers the worst things into your ear.

“I’m all ya got, hon. Don’t worry. Daddy will take such good care of his baby girl. Yeah, no more bein’ bad for Daddy. Next time ya act up, Daddy’s gonna think you want it real bad in that cute little pussy and tight ass. Ya got me?”

And you’re so distraught you can barely respond, but you somehow find the capability to say, “Yes, Daddy!” because you fear what he might do if you call him anything else.

The laughs from above you confirms your suspicion that you made the correct choice in calling him “Daddy”. He pounds your fluttering little asshole, calling you “his bitchy little brat”, saying that you won’t be like that anymore though, telling you he’s going to be a lot more firm with you from now on because he doesn’t like the dirt bag you’re turning into.

And he’s starting with the friends and boys you hang around. Whispering in your ear that he’ll kill them all before he lets you officially turn into one of them.

You tighten up in fear, crying because doing that makes it worse for your poor, squelching hole. You nod along, agreeing with him for now.

And when your step dad is on the edge, he jizzes inside of your asshole, filling you up. When he pulls out, he’s fascinated by his white hot come spilling out of you, dripping between your scarlet cheeks, disappearing between the folds of your pussy.

“Atta girl. Knew ya could take it.”

A final clap of appreciation to your sore bottom has you sobbing a fresh round of tears.

He rolls his eyes and rubs your back, pulling you in close to him as he lays his head on the pillow. What’s even worse is that you’re so tired you actually fall asleep on his chest.

[rafescurtainbangz]

Proactive Type of Person - Rafe Cameron Two Shot - Part 1 of 2

Perv/Frat!Rafe x Female!Reader

+18 Minor DNI

Spoilers in the Warning: swearing, Stalking, pet names, degradation, namecalling, public masturbation, dark!rafe, mean!rafe, perv!rafe, mentions of cum play, mentions of unprotected P in V, ownership kink, mentions of rough oral (if I missed tags I'm sorry)

Edited lightly (sorry I've been in my head about my writing lately so she's kinda rough tbh)

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Part 1 will be from Rafe's POV Part 2 will be from the Female Rader's

Rafe's POV:

Part 1

“So, class. What does its structure contribute to the poem “Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night?” The professor drones on, sliding her reading glasses down her nose as she looks out onto the lecture hall. I shrink in my seat slightly, along with the other boys, doing my best to avoid her gaze. 

Required reading, my ass. Did she honestly expect us to read this shit on a Thursday night? Barely drug my ass outta bed for class. Thank fuckin’ god. I relax in my seat as one of the front-row nerds saves the basic population who doesn’t give a fuck. 

“Repetition. The poet used it to stress his key theme for his readers.” 

I nod, scribbling a little line of nothingness on my paper, keeping up with the facade. That shit went in one ear and out the next. “Hey, Cameron.” My frat brother elbows me on the side. “You good for the kegs?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. What else can daddy get you?” I sneer as I roll my eyes at Billy, who laughs and scoffs. “I get paid back first, plus 10%. Get me a bottle of Pappy Van Winkle; I ain’t drinkin’ Coors, and I ain’t pickin’ that shit up either.” 

“Thanks, daddy,” he responds in a breathy voice, snatching the wad of cash off my hands. “We need ten kegs between the Deltas and Phi Mu… You good for that-”

“Fuck you, ‘Am I good for that’?” I cut him short through a breathy laugh. “You’re holdin’ the cash in your hands, bitch. Stop askin’. Add an extra 5% for questionin’ me-”

“Rafe.” My stomach sinks as my professor’s eyes zero in on mine. “Am I interrupting something?” The old bird cocks an eyebrow, her annoyance visible, matching my own. 

“No,” I answer simply, crossing my arms across my chest and relaxing at my desk.

“Splendid. I assume you know the answer then. Correct?” She challenges me, trying to catch me off guard. A smirk pulls on her lips as she does just that. Cunt. 

“I agree.” 

“The key insight about death in the poem is, ‘I agree’?” She belittles. I stare at her blankly, blinking a few times to let her know she’s wasting her time. She's not gettin’ shit out of me. I’ve got an A in this class, bitch. What’re you gonna do about it? 

She chuckles weakly, shaking her head at my resistance. “Am I wrong, ma’am? I have a bit of conversational anxiety… If you’d like to repeat the question, I’d love to try again,” I ask through a shit-eating smirk, letting my sarcasm drip all the way through, irritating her even more.

“Anyone else?” She invites in a shrill voice as she dismisses me, looking around the room to find another. Some of my frat brothers snicker in the back, making the professor’s features even more rigid. “Miss. Y/n?” Her demeanor changes instantly, shaking off my defiance, moving on to another one of her perfect pets. 

Who’s that?

Holy shit. I swallow hard, feeling my mouth dry up as I see her. She twiddles her fluffy pink pen, acknowledging the teacher with a smile. Y/n? Jesus fuckin’ Christ. How have I never seen her before? I watch as a football player shuffles down the row of the lecture hall. My question, answered in a moment as his broad shoulders cut off my line of sight. No. I stretch back, cranking my neck to get her in my sights again. 

“The key insight’s that death should be fought against, even though it is inevitable.” Her beautiful voice fills the lecture hall like a song. The teacher smiles at her again, praising y/n for her correct answer. Y/n grins and nods, averting her eyes as she catches the room’s focus. Her cheeks blush the prettiest shade of pink, matching her glossy lips. 

Those lips… I lick my own, thinking about the way they would look wrapped around my cock, drool running down her chin as she deepthroats my dick. I’d grip that little ponytail like a handlebar, using her mouth like a toy. I chuckle at myself, still surprised that my mind went there almost instantly, but I know myself too well. I am who I am.

Y/n looks so goddamn innocent… Not for long. She’s a slut for praise. I can tell. I can work with that. 

My eyes work lower, following the curve of her cleavage in her low-cut shirt. Fuck, I can't wait to get her on top; watch ‘em bounce in my face. I'm gonna cum all over her perfect rack. Tiddie fuck her while she cries for daddy’s dick. Smear that shit- “Earth to Rafe?” I grit my teeth as I'm torn from my fantasy. “Buddy, you good?” Billy chuckles, his voice taunting as he follows my focus to her. “Mmm… Y/n,” he sighs blissfully. “So fuckin’ hot, bro. She's a Phi Mu girl.”

“No shit?”

“Mhmm… Transferred from LSU. Smart, funny, sexy… But she's mine, buddy. Aight? Been layin’ down groundwork all semester.” He elbows me playfully, chuckling to himself, actually believing his own words. 

“All semester, and you haven't made a move?” I spit, eyes rolling in his direction. This whole conversation is laughable. Has he been sitting on this all semester? Really? She was mine the second I looked at her, buddy. You’re done. 

“Long game,” he defends himself. 

“Long game?” I scoff. “Doesn’t sound like you got any game at all...”

“Hey. Fuck off… I know she wants me. Her bedroom faces mine and she doesn't even close the curtains when she changes anymore; she texts me all the time. See?” He gloats as he thumbs through his phone. I don't even bother myself with the semantics. Why the fuck does that shit matter? What’s he gettin’ at? “I'm gonna help ‘em after class. They have some car wash fundraiser downtown.” 

Is that so? “I like the sound of that,” I smile, feeling my cock growing stiff in my jeans at the thought of seeing her in next to nothing, wet and soapy no less. 

“You can’t just take her from me, Rafe,” Billy mutters in annoyance. A laugh rumbles in my chest as I take in his empty words. “I'm not fuckin’ around. She's mine.” 

My head turns slowly in his direction as he bends in mine. I mean, the guy’s big, but I'm bigger. He can fight, but he's not willing to see that shit through. Billy’s got that moral compass that urges him to stop where I couldn't care less. And he knows it. 

He balls his hands up in fists at his desk, jaw tightening as he does his best to intimidate me one last time. My boy’s a bitch. 

“Mine.”

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I study her movements as she glides through the halls. Her hair bounces with each step brushing along her backpack, half-hiding her perfect ass. Her bum shakes a little as she walks, just a tease for me. Y/n slight skirt grazes just a few inches below her ass, leaving her bare legs on display. 

I wonder what they’d look like over my shoulder… Spread wide on my bed as I devoured her perfect pussy. Damn. I bet she makes some pretty sounds. I can’t wait to hear that, to see her face, as she squirts all over my mouth and cock. 

Where are you going, pretty girl?

She hooks a left, heading toward the coffee shop. I continue to follow my girl, watching as she strolls inside. Y/n walks toward the line, stalling next to the case of pastries, eyeing the bottom. Do it for daddy, baby. C’mon. There you go… She drops down, surveying the options. That goddamn ass… Does she know I’m watching? She’s gotta know. The paisley material tugs higher on her thighs, a peek of her round ass poking out the bottom.

She stands up again, taking another step, moving with the traffic flow. Y/n reaches into her purse, pulling out her phone. She smiles as she looks at the screen. Billy Hargrove 💕. I feel my heart pick up pace, my breathing quickening; rage boils inside me. 

I gave him an order. This shit’s not up to him. I roll the tension out of my neck, fingers twisting into fists of my own. Where’s the fucking loyalty? She bites her bottom lip and smiles at the message, making me physically ill. 

I’ve got distracted by her… Say somethin’ to make her forget about that. 

“Uh, hey,” I rasp. Y/n continues to type up a little message. “Y/n?” I reach out, resting my hand on her arm. 

“Oh, hi… Umm, Rafe?” She says my name, making everything stand still. I look down at the beautiful eyes and soft, pouty lips, the corners of which curl into a sweet smile. 

“Uh, yeah,” I answer, trying to level my tone. “We’re in class together.”

“Yeah… She’s kind of a bitch. Right?” Y/n asks weakly as her eyes soften on mine, showing me pity like my feelings might have been hurt by that little exchange between the professor and me.

“Yeah, she sucks,” I laugh lightly, tossing my head down in fake shame. “The boys and I got a little rowdy last night. I didn’t read that shit. Did you? I mean, obviously-” 

“On my way to class,” she giggles as she looks around playfully for our professor. 

My mouth falls into an open smile. “Naughty girl. Coast is clear, by the way,” I rasp through a little laugh. 

“Good,” Y/n sighs as she tucks some hair behind her ear.  

“You’re really smart.” I praise, watching her cheeks blushing again, this time closer than before, making my heart bang in my chest.

“Thank you. Oh, umm, you're a Delta. Right?” She asks, solidifying her answer as she eyes the embroidery on my polo. 

“I am. And you’re Phi Mu?” Y/n grins as she nods in reply. “I’m headed over to your car wash after this.”

“Awesome. Yeah, Lyndsey was worried that the University might question where the money came from if we made anything off selling beer tonight.”

“A cover-up?” I smile down at her as I stuff my hands in my jeans.

“Mhmm,” she breathes. “The party’s gonna be huge. Do you think we’ll get busted?”

I chuckle at the sweet nativity of her question. “‘Course we will. Over 500 students in one place… But it’s a block party. Right? So they won’t be able to pinpoint anybody. Not usin’ the frat's money directly. Cash. The boys are gonna pay me back as they sell cups. Untraceable.”

“Aww. That’s so nice of you,” she smiles. Her demeanor hasn’t faltered since we’ve spoken. She doesn’t seem to care about the material shit; my Breitling watch, the gold rings on my fingers. Her face didn’t light up when I dropped the fact that I would buy beer for the masses. She just said it was nice… Fuck, she’s perfect. 

“I try… But, if we get busted, I'll blame it on some beautiful Phi girl I know.” 

She gasps playfully, smacking me in the chest. “You wouldn’t!” Everything tenses in my body as I fight back my arousal, covering the growing excitement in my slacks with my notebook. 

Y/n looks over my shoulder, catching the girl's eyes behind me as she tells us to move forward. “Sorry,” Y/n sighs apologetically, clearing the open space between us and the register. Y/n steps up to the counter, ordering a latte and a muffin before reaching into her purse.

“Oh, shit. No. Sorry! Let me,” I breathe as I hurry to her side. “I’ll pay for whatever she’s havin’ and a coffee for me: one cream, one sugar. Thank you.”

“Wow. Thank you, Rafe. You didn’t need to do that,” she coos.

“No problem, y/n.”

Gifts... That’s what my girl likes.

Well, shit. She’s gonna need a grand gesture. I can sneak into her room tonight. Check the essentials: dress size, music taste; the little things she enjoys. 

I'll take a look at her nightstand. How could I not? Gotta know what she uses to please herself so I know what I’m working with and what it takes to get her there. I want to know her better than she knows herself. 

I follow along, trying to keep my eyes on her face, but I can’t help but roam her body. I've never seen anything like it, never seen anything so perfect for me. I never wanted anything so bad.

The barista walks over, setting down my coffee. I suck my teeth, regretting my choice, knowing if I got the same shit as her, I could have stayed. But I shouldn’t. “I’ll come by. Yeah? Don’t kill me… I gotta big ass truck, and she’s dirty as shit.”

“No worries,” she smiles sweetly. “I’ll see you there, Rafe. Oh, and thanks for the coffee again.” She reaches out, resting her hand on my arm. 

“Of course, sweetheart.” I test a pet name, watching her smile widen. Just gorgeous.

I step away, walking towards the door. Looking over my shoulder as Y/n pulls out her phone, that same smile for Billy setting on her perfect lips. 

He’s fucking dead. 

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I pull up toward the parking lot, falling into the line of cars; a caravan of dicks with their windows already rolled down. Fuckin’ dogs. I lean out as well, surveying the scene looking for her. Jesus fuckin’ Christ. I watch the gaggle of girls prancing around in their bikinis, excitement building as I frantically look for her. 

My heart skips as I see her sporting the most clothes, donning yet the sluttiest outfit of them all. She’s an absolute fuckin’ tease in her cut-off jean shorts and white t-shirt, soaked with water. The material clings to her curves, teasing me with her little triangle top, gathered slightly, barely covering her tits. 

She leans over and reaches into the bucket, pulling out a sponge before ringing out the soap. A guy rolls down the window of his Mercedes, bending his neck to watch as she washes the side. I can already tell where this is goin’. He smirks, watching her ass as she leans down, cleaning the rear fender. “Aww, sweetheart,” he soughs, “Uhh…You missed a spot.” Y/n smiles sweetly, lowering to where she was before, making me huff out an aggravated breath. 

Her friend walks over with a hose, spraying down the suds that y/n left behind. Tori Clarence, a late-night Delta regular. She says something that makes Y/n laugh. Y/n claps back, teasing her sister through a wicked smile. Tori lifts the gun, spraying y/n with a stream of water, hitting her directly on her tits.

Y/n gasps as her shirt turns from milky white to practically see-through, the chilly water running down her perfect body, making her nipple hard. She panics to get warm, reaching for the bottom of her shirt. Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck. She pulls it over her body: soft skin, perfect boobs, and wet hair. Little lines of water cascade down her bare skin, rounding her curves catching on the denim of her shorts. Her eyes fall down her body, eyeing her damp state. 

“Just do it, baby girl,” I moan, watching as she pinches her top button. I grab mine as well, tugging it open with her. I hiss at the sensation of my rock-hard cock in my hand, feeling some relief. This is the first time I’ve touched myself all day. I was edging myself as I studied her Instagram and TikTok page, saving my favorites to my phone. When I saw her in the parking lot, I swear I could have cum untouched. 

I start to fist my cock as she leans over the trunk, her body perfectly positioned like I’m taking her from the back. Goddamn. I’d snake my rough hand up her soft skin, following the curve of her arched spine, drifting into her hair. I’d pull it back, feeling her pussy clench around my big dick. I’d spank her, cracking her tight little ass with the palm of my hand, leaving her red and bruised. Just one of the many ways I’d mark my girl. “Fuck, Y/n,” I moan her name as heat radiates through my body. 

She walks along the side of the next car, letting me see her little triangle top: light blue, thin material, the blush of nipples visible. I roll my hand over my tip, whimpering at the sensation, imagining myself hitting the back of her throat as tears pool in her pretty, innocent eyes. Y/n looking up at daddy, mascara running down her cheeks as she throats me like the slut I know she can be. I’d hold her head in my hands, using her mouth to stroke my cock. My perfect little toy... 

Fuck. I got a Fleshlight with her name on it. I’m gonna use those pictures when I get home… Gotta get myself ready for tonight. She has no clue what she’s in for. What I wouldn’t give to have my cock in her hand instead of my own. I’d make her jerk me off as she pleaded for my dick deep in that pretty tight cunt. I bet she’s so goddam wet. So, so fuckin’ tight. 

“I know, baby. Daddy’s gonna give you his dick. Don’t worry,” I mumble, feeling my breathing start to increase with my pleasure. I thrust into my hand, fucking up into my fist as I watch her undo the loosened side strings of her bikini, tightening it again.

I eye the sign, catching the time. 11-4 PM. Yes… They’ll be here all afternoon. Just need to make a pit stop. Grab a pair of panties. Whatever I can get. I need to taste her. Stuff ‘em in my mouth as I study my prize. My hips stutter as I feel myself about to bust, imagining just how sweet she’ll taste. I work myself quicker, taking hold of my steering wheel as I rut into my hand. 

‘Rafe. Rafe. Rafe.’ I can hear it now. See my little whore creamin’ on my cock as I give it to her over and over again. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby girl. Where do you want it?”

‘Deep in my pussy… Please, baby’. She’ll whimper and beg, pleading to get stuffed full. I’m gonna brush my fingers over her swollen clit, making her gush all over my cock and thighs, wetting everything around us until I’m pumping her full of my cum. 

I'll watch it drip out of her puffy pink hole, fucking it right back in, cleaning the rest off with my tongue before spitting it in her mouth.

My perfect cumslut.

I need it drippin’ out of her for days. Watchin’ my little angel walk into class, knowing just how good I dicked her down. I'll watch her from my seat as she cleans the little cum tear off her inner thigh, slipping it between her lips as her eyes flick to mine, sucking it clean.

No one will have her again. “She was made for me.” The thought alone has my hand faltering; jaw falling slack. My stomach sinks, eyes doubling as she looks in my direction, matching my gaze. “Fuckkk…” My eyes roll back in my skull, toes curling, head thrown to the headrest as I cum harder than I ever have. Shit. I don’t even care if she saw. If she’s any girl of mine, she’d want to see it anyway. 

My dirty little whore. 

I look down at my jizz covered hand and lap. Goddamnit. I clear the gap between my car and the next before ripping off my shirt and wiping away my mess. I flip my hat on, snagging my protein shaker bottle from the passenger’s seat floor as I try to disguise the real reason I’m covered head to toe in sweat. I do my best to control my breathing, still running high from my climax, hit with the post-nut clarity that she may have seen it all. 

She looks happy to see me… Real happy. Y/n smiles, making my heart race again as I meet her gorgeous eyes. She greets me happily, trotting up to my truck. “How are you doin’, sweetheart?” 

She dunks her hand into the soapy bucket, grabbing a sponge. “Livin’ the dream,” y/n smiles, moving closer than expected. I take in her perfume, already so familiar to me, the smell of it revving me right up again. 

“Sorry. I’m a sweaty mess,” I sigh. Her gaze falls down my body, studying me with a bashful smile. 

“Just got done with a workout?” She asks. 

“Mhmm…” I smile and nod in reply. “Pay now? Pay later?” I invite as I snag my wallet. 

“Now,” she sings. “Donation based, so whatever you’re willing to give.” I thumb through my wallet, plucking out $200. 

“Rafe…” She breathes, taking it off my hands. “Are you sure? This is a little much.” Y/n looks down at the cash in her hands before meeting my eyes again. 

“Positive,” I assure. 

“Well, that is very nice, Rafe Cameron,” she coos. Y/n uses my last name, making my stomach drop. She wouldn’t have known my last name unless she did some digging. I didn’t give it to her; I never said anything in class before today. She must have looked me up on Instagram or Snapchat… Maybe she asked one of her sisters about me.

I fight off a wide smile as she gets started on the car. She takes her time, putting in a little more effort than the cars before. She walks to the front of the cab, leaning over, breast jiggling as she swirls and circles the sponge on the hood. She rises a little higher on her tippy toes, unable to reach the rest.

“Here you go, babe.” Her friend sets down a ladder for Y/n. She bends over once more, the angle alone making my cock rock hard again as I imagine us fucking raw. Tonight… I'll bend her over on the bathroom counter, just like she is now, the bass of the party on the street not even loud enough to cover her cries and my moans. I’ll pound into her as the slaps of our skin fill the bathroom. Her eyes shift to mine, catching my stare. She doesn’t drop focus, keeping her eyes on me as she continues to scrub. A smirk spreads on her lips, mirroring my own.

Baby girl…

Y/n steps down from the ladder before walking to her friend, grabbing the hose off her hands; taking her job instead. She sprays down the truck, cleaning off the suds. The light breeze catches the flow of water, sending little beads of it flying, catching on her perfect skin. My mouth waters as I imagine licking the glaze of it off her skin. Fuck… I don't think I can take this. 

“Alright, Mr. Cameron. You’re all set,” she smiles as she eyes her work. I bite my lip and nod. 

“Thank you, princess. See you tonight.”

I pull forward, watching her from my wing mirror as she greets the next car. Her excitement fades as she welcomes the next. Good fuckin’ girl.

Next stop, Phi Mu.

A/N: Writing Part 2 Soon :)

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Vacation

Bucky x reader

Summary: You're on vacation with Bucky, but it's not as relaxing as you wanted it to be.

Words: 822

Warnings: Violence, language, fluff

The team was on a much-needed vacation. It was a beach day, full of relaxing, sunbathing, and swimming. You had bought a swimsuit that you absolutely adored and looked amazing on you, making you feel confident. A big plus was that Bucky loved it too.

While Bucky and Sam went swimming, you went to the nearby outdoor cafe after a cold and refreshing drink. Wanda had stayed to watch after the things.

While you waited for your turn to order, some guy, in whom you had zero interest started flirting with you. Right away, you let him know that you have a boyfriend and are not interested. But he brushed that off, pretending he didn't hear it.

"Can I buy you a drink, pretty lady?" The man said, smugly smiling. You felt like throwing up a little. Especially, when he took a step closer to you.

Meanwhile, Bucky, from afar, saw the guy getting closer and closer to you. He knew you could take care of yourself, but it didn't help the switch going off in his mind.

"Don't do anything stupid," Sam warned when he noticed what had his friend's unbreakable attention.

"I'm not promising anything." He got angrier with every step he took closer to you. When he had almost reached you, he saw you break the guy's hand that he had so confidently placed on your waist just a second ago. For a few seconds, he stopped in his tracks, shocked. He smiled and ran to you.

"Let's get out of here." Bucky guided you away from the scene, while the man screamed in pain, attracting other people's attention. "Nice job, doll, but that was my job. I wanted to do that."

A day later, you took a stroll through the city with Bucky. It was a date, just the two of you. Sightseeing, taking photos, and enjoying the day. Later, you stopped by a beachside restaurant to have dinner.

Bucky went to the bathroom while you stayed by the bar, waiting for a table to become available.

"Well, well, well," You immediately recognized the voice from the previous day. "Look who it is." The man slowly turned around, facing you.

"Oh, God." You rolled your eyes to the back of your head, throwing a glance down the hallway, hoping Bucky would return faster so you could find another place to eat.

"Hey," The man tapped on his friend's shoulder. "Look, it's the chick who broke my arm."

"Her?" His friend pointed at you and started laughing.

"Shut up." He growled, almost pushing him off the chair. "I'm waiting for an apology, it's the least you can do. And maybe after that, I'll let you buy me a drink."

"Why don't you just fuck off?"

"Listen here, you bitch-" He threateningly stood up.

"How the fuck did you just call her?" Bucky growled, suddenly standing beside you. The murderous glare he had made you sure Bucky would destroy this foolish man without leaving a wet spot in the place.

"Are you deaf?" The guy just laughed in his face, not realizing who he was talking to.

Without saying anything else, Bucky swung back and punched him. The man fell on his back, holding his nose and wallowing in pain on the floor, blood dripping down his hands.

"Bucky!" You quickly stepped in front of him, stopping him from doing more damage.

"Don't you fucking dare to call her or anyone else like that!" Bucky threatened while you basically had to push him out of the restaurant.

"What the hell was he thinking? Just going around and - agh! -I should have taught him a lesson and-" Bucky went on and on about what had just happened. You pulled him inside the alleyway, pressing him against a brick wall, and kissed him fiercely. His hands immediately went to your hips, pulling you closer. "What was that for?" He smiled, his thumbs tracing circles on your hips. For a moment, he forgot what he was mad about.

"That was the only way to shut you up." You chuckled, sliding your hands down his defined chest.

"Ah-" He gasped, changing positions and pressing you against the wall. "Are you sure it's not because of me defending your honor?" He arched a brow, tucking a loose hair strand behind your ear.

"Oh, please." You chuckled, "But I'm not gonna lie, it was kinda hot." Wrapping your arms around his waist, you pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "Thanks for saving me, but can we find a place where we could eat? I'm hungry."

"Sure thing, doll." He grinned, taking your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. After a short walk, you found a restaurant with a beautiful view of the sunset.

"What?" You chuckled, seeing how Bucky looked at you. All smiley, cute, and in love, basking in the last warm rays of sunshine today.

"I'm just happy you're mine."

[midastouch-zaza]

Jihyo post workout sex with her buff gym guy boyfriend?

(PS: this can be read as a Jihyo X male reader or Jihyo X Bong Sun, as you wish 🤓)

So, rumors say the two of them got together after meeting each other and working out together in the gym, and if at first they were very shy and cute with the other, so soon developed an interesting habit🌝

In fact after they have finished to work out, they go directly at home. The leader already getting hard his cock, stroking it while it drives, but without letting him cum yet. And of course in the meanwhile she gets ready too, fingering herself, until she's basically dripping in anticipation.

The moment the two got home, he rips her leggings, revealing her sweaty and fat ass. "Come on, Oppa, destroy me as usual, make me your bitch", she begs him, jiggling her ass in front of him. A powerful slap on her bouncy ass is the only right answer to her behaviour.

She moans and bends over, giving him full view and access to her glimmering pussy, already craving your his dick. And he doesn't lose time at all: with zero hesitation he puts it inside her and starting to thrust, using his core and legs muscle to pound her slutty pussy.

"Oppa, you're so fucking big, I love it", she moans again, praising him. With an expert hand, he pulls down her tight sporty top, revealing her big boobs, that now are bouncing everywhere. He grabs one of them, squeezing it, making Jihyo eyes rolls back in pleasure.

The two of them are so hyped and full of adrenaline that even after he cums, giving her the first creampie, they go ahead for hours, until, usually, Jihyo collapses with her pussy leaking a ton of his warm cum.

But the day isn't over yet: in fact after they move in the shower. Jihyo on her knees, completely worshipping his fat cock. She swear even his shaft has muscles because of how strong he fucks her every time. He makes his cock reast on her face, while she massages his balls and sucks them, getting him ready for a last shot.

"Oppa, this cock is just perfect, please fill my mouth once again", she says, her eyes full of lust, before engulfing that girthy cock in her mouth with no gag reflex at all. The water running on them making even easier for her bobbing her head, deepthroatting him until, feeling his climax coming, he presses her head against his crotch, filling her stomach with his seed.

[fantasyandshit]

Tea time

Type:one shot

Pairing: Azriel x reader

Summary: Yn sees a new kind of tea while shopping at one of her favorite shops, come to find out it’s a strong form of aphrodisiac, reverting the drinkers to ‘their most primal instincts’. Not believing it she decides to make it for her and her mate as a joke.

(A/n, this is my first go at smut. I’m so sorry if it sucks. Also sorry I haven’t posted in forever, I had like zero ideas- this why I need y’all to help me, I can’t make decisions for myself. Anyway on too the Oneshot)

Azriel is out on yet another spymaster mission, so to kill a bit of time, I stroll through the isle of my favorite tea shop in Velaris, Trixies tea time shop. As I’m looking through the different teas I spot a box I’ve never seen before, it’s red and black, with a heart on the front, looking at the description to see what it tastes like I see something…interesting.

This is a drink to give you and your partner a once in a lifetime experience. The natural roots in this drink revert one to their most natural state, all while tasting like sweet and sour cherry.

I inspect the box for a few more moments before ultimately deciding to take it. My poor Az has been so stressed lately, maybe this could help him unwind and lead to a night of fun for the both of us, also wever tried nearly every method to get me pregnant as we desperately want a little one of our own. Besides what’s the harm if it’s simply a hoax. Taking the three new times I’ve grabbed to the desk, the woman-Trixie who I’ve made friends with smiles as she looks at the red and black box.

“So you’ve got plans for tonight?” She teases softly as she tells me my total. I roll my eyes before thanking her and walking back home.

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“Hey Az baby?”

“Yes love?”

“I’ve made some tea for us.” I smile softly as I set it on the coffee table in front of where he sits reading on the couch.

“Thank you sweetheart.” One of his rare smiles save for me graces his lips as he kisses my head softly before picking up the glass and bringing it to his lips. “Hmm, this is new? What is it”

“Oh just a new one at Trixies I saw, figured we could give it a try.” I bring my own glass to my lips and we both simply sit in each others presence until we’re done and take them to the kitchen.

I lay with my head in Az’s chest moments later, his hand absently running through my hair as he continues his book. “Is it hot in here?” He asks out of the blue, pulling at the color of his shirt.

“Yeah, yeah I suppose a bit.” My eyebrows scrunched as I just now noticed the sweat dripping from his forehead and my own dripping down my back. I sit up as he continues clawing at his shirt. As he peals it off with a grunt more arousal then I thought I’d ever had sweeps through me like a wave.

As my mate turns to me I hear him audibly growl before he opens his mouth and I see his canines sharpening and his eyes darkening. “What-“ another grunt, “-what was in that tea?” His voice seems deeper and by the mother I’ve never thought this male could be this attractive.

“I-it said its to bring us to our most primal instincts-I didn’t think-I thought it was a hoax.” I’m panting as all I can think about is the man in front of me turning me into his bitch, filling my womb with his seed and giving me his babies.

“I think-I don’t think it’s a hoax love.” The last word growls and an involuntary moan leaves my lips as a smirk graces his features. “I don’t think-gods you don’t know how badly I want to put you on all fours and make you my bitch, get you nice and round with my babies. How much I want to fill your womb as you beg me to stop.”

I crawl to the male like a bitch in heat. “Do it Az. Make me your bitch.” I’ve never sounded more desperate or horny in my life as something flickers in my mates eyes and he lunges for me with a growl like a predator to pray, his hand landing on my throat as the other wonders my body.

“I’m gonna make you my bitch, gonna have you begging for my babies. Do you want my babies? Want to be big and round for me?” I nod breathlessly as his hand squeezes the supple skin of my thigh. “Words baby.” His hand squeezes my neck, just enough to have me struggling slightly for air.

“Y-yes sir. Please, fill me with your babies, get me nice and round.” Just like that the weight of his body is gone and all I can do is whine, my body feeling almost heavy.

“Take off your clothes and get on all fours.” He grunts as he takes his painfully hard cock from the restraints of his pants, that’s when I notice it, a swelling knot at the base of his dick. I make quick work of slipping from my restraining clothing and getting on all fours, my Butt slightly raised and pointed towards the male. “Good girl. Such a good girl for me.” His face goes to my neck as he rubs my back and thighs.

A yelp leaves me as he sniffs my pulse point before biting down. Hard. Just as he does this his hand shimmies to my clit, rubbing softly before delving to my folds, spreading the soaked lips and feeling around them as I moan uncontrollably. He takes his fingers and brings them to my lips, “open.” I immediately obey and he sticks them in my mouth, I moan at the taste of myself on tongue as I suck his fingers like a whore. “Now here’s what’s gonna happen, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you can’t walk, I’m gonna fill you with my seed and make sure you know who owns you.”

“Yes sir.”

“Say it again.”

“Sir.”

A throaty moan leaves my mate just before he pushes into my slick folds and my head falls back in pure ecstasy.

Azriel pounds into me, his lips assaulting my neck as moans and grunts leave us both, at this point he’s fucked me in nearly every position, his cum dripping down my thighs as he pushed in again and again from behind me where I lay on my stomach. Bite marks litter both our skins, particularly near our pulse points where a delicious scent I’ve never smelt before radiates from him. “Gonna, gonna cum baby.” He sighs as he furiously drags himself in and out of my tight pussy, a ring of cream at the base of his knot. His words finish off my building orgasm as I cum hard enough to see stars. Azriel lets out one last chesty moan before his knots slips into me and I get dizzy, never have I been this full as he paints my wall with yet another load.

My mate falls to his side, me going with him seeing as we’re attached, however I don’t think I would be able to move on my own without him anyway. Az pulls me tight to his chest, nuzzling his face in my neck softly as he slowly falls asleep, snores falling from his parted lips.

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I know it sucks but I tried ok. Please give me ideas guys! My suggestion box is open and in need of some good ideas. Love y’all.

[keikikait]

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕤! 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕘𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝟚 𝕤𝕦𝕓! choso x f!reader

pairing: camboy!choso x f!reader (both are early to mid 20s)

word count: 879

summary: living in tokyo is tough, and it’s hard to make ends meet. while you took the more traditional route, working a fulltime job in retail, your boyfriend took the more…alternative approach, not that you minded. word got to his fans about his pretty little girlfriend, and suddenly you find yourself working with him.

warnings: cam stuff, (kinda mean)dom!choso, sub!reader, porn with literally zero plot, fingering, spanking, clit slapping/pinching (lightly), spitting (oop), use of ‘cock’ and ‘cunt’, dacryphilia (kind of), edging, slight degradation/name calling [bitch (just once), whore, slut], pet name use [baby, sweetheart]

a note: i’m gonna be pumping out some fics for a while since i have a lot of ideas. that being said, requests are open!

please reblog and like, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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[NEW MESSAGE FROM: deathpainting150]

{hopping on soon, this time with a special guest :-). remember guys, minimum donation of ¥200 to avoid spam! <3}

Choso was sitting with his back against the wall, long legs straight out in front of him with you bent over his lap, your cute ass right in frame, spread out for about 15,000 people.

You grip the bedsheets tight as his thumb swirls on your clit over your panties. There’s an obvious wetspot, he’s been playing with you absentmindedly as he was setting up the stream.

“Relax, baby.” He says, pressing his thumb down a little harder. “Wanna show everyone how good you are for me.” He pulls your panties down, the lace sitting around your knees.

Choso grips your asscheeks and spreads them. “Fuck.” He angles his head to get a better look at your spread cunt, still making sure to keep his face out of frame. “Fuck, baby. You’re so wet, cunt’s so pretty and puffy…fucking hell.” He leans forward a little and spits on you, dribbling down your slit and dripping onto the bedsheets.

You whine and wiggle around. “Choso, please!”

He laughs, rolling your clit between his fingers. “What, baby? Come on, use your words. You know I don’t like it when you whine.” He pinches your clit for good measure, just to get his point across.

Your eyes roll back into your skull and your cunt clenches around nothing. “Please, fuck, please just touch me! I wanna cum so bad!” 

Choso ignores you, continuing to roll your clit around and occassionally pinching it. He loves having you like this; spread out over his lap, dripping everywhere, completely fucked out. Maybe if you were a good girl he would let you cum, too.

A loud dading! sounds through the room, signalling a donation.

[virtualpeaches has donated ¥1,000! “tease her a little bit more. make her cry.”]

Choso chuckles as he reads the donation aloud. “Oh, trust me, she’ll cry.” He rubs your clit with his thumb, occasionally dipping into your cunt just to tease you.

Another dading! sounds through the room.

[academicsallow has donated ¥5,000! “make the bitch beg 2 cum.”]

You barely even hear the next donation as Choso continues to tease your clit, barely even grazing it with his thumb. You get antsy and push your hips back directly onto his thumb, grinding your clit against it.

He laughs and presses down even harder, giving your asscheek a slap. “Fucking whore. Couldn’t even wait your turn, huh?” He lets you grind against his thumb, finding your neediness so adorable. 

He moves his other hand, draping his arm over your back and sinks two fingers into you. “Such a needy little thing. Grinding on my hand like I’m a fucking sextoy.” You push your hips back to meet his thrusts and he pulls his thumb away from your clit to spank you. “Who’s in charge here? You or me?”

When you don’t answer, he grips your hair at the root and tugs your head back. You finally stutter a response. “You! You’re in charge! ‘m sorry, Choso!”

“Yeah? You’re sorry?” He coos at you, his voice condescending. “Fucking act like it.”

You nod pathetically and he lets go of your hair, bringing his thumb back to your clit. Your head drops onto the matress and you grip the sheets. More and more donations are coming in, and you can only wonder what they’re saying about you. Maybe Choso will show you after, just to humiliate you a little bit more.

That familiar feeling builds in your tummy. “Fuck, Choso, please-shit! I’m gonna cum!”

He chuckles, applying more pressure with his thumb. “Yeah? Little slut’s gonna cum for me, hmm?” 

You nod again, pushing your ass back towards him, and right as you get to the edge-

Choso stops.

He completely pulls his hands away, gripping your hips to keep you in place.

You whine and wiggle, your cunt clenching around nothing. “Choso!” You ball your fists and tears of frustration run down your cheeks.

He laughs, unable to take you seriously. “Shush, baby. You’ll get to cum soon.” He grabs your chin and tilts your head up to look at him. “God, you look so pretty when you cry.”

“This isn’t fair!” You whine. “I’ve been a good girl!”

“I know you are,” He says. “But you aren’t in charge here, sweetheart, I am.” He lets go of your chin and goes back to rolling your clit between his fingers.

He straightens up a bit and reads through the chat. “If we make it to ¥60,000 I’ll let you cum, does that sound good baby?”

You shake your head. “I wanna cum now!” He ignores your protests, continuing to play with your clit. “Choso, please!”

He spanks you again. “Shush. Don’t make me gag you.”

You whine but lay there, like a good girl, as he continues to play with you.

Another dading! sounds through the room, and Choso reads this one aloud to you.

[sixeyedsatoru {tier 1 sub!} has donated ¥80,000! “Make her cum. I’ll donate another ¥20,000 if you use your cock.”]

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short n sweet, just how i like them. send in requests, por favor, give me some ideas.

pt 2 here

[sour-ggrapess]

✮ STARS IN UR EYES ✮

YOONGI X FEM! READER

A/N: im getting yoongi out the way because i wanna make a tae fic sooooo bad. This is inspired by when 21 savage said "I know you on your period, baby, can you suck it?". PRAY THID DONT FLOP COUSE IM EDITING IT AT @ 2AM.

SUMMERY: every time yoongi sees you from that angle there is stars in your eyes

WARNINGS: oral (m receiving), hair kink, cu!m eating, face fu!cking, multiple no p and v, mentions of blood, yonngi is in love.

Rere was listening to; ZERO BY NEWJEANS.

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Yoongi always lost his mind when you were on your period. He always thought you were the most pretty thing in the universe when you were cuddled up in bed like a little bunny because you were having cramps. It drove him insane but he couldn't do anything when it got him hard. Yoongi wondered why you didn't let him just finger you, blood didn't scare him especially when it was yours. "baby you look so perfect right now" yoongi was awestruck by you in your pink sink night gown that your boobs spilled out of it. "Can you just let me fuck you please, baby" Yoongi pleads out as his hard cock pokes through his jeans. You couldn't deny how much you wanted him balls deep inside your sopping cunt but it just made you feel nasty but you had another idea.

"FUCK! Y-y/n". Yoongi groaned as you licked on his slit and all along his tip. Whenever you licked on his dick like that it made this man turn into a animal. He tried so hard to not shove your head down and make you choke on that shit but he let you lead. Your whole mouth on his length now as his tip hit the back of your tongue as it swirled around his length.

He had enough as he grew  impatient and pushed your head all the way down on his lengthy cock causing you to gag and spit mixed with precum to drip out of your mouth. He grasped your hair as he harshly fucked into you throat, letting out sexy groans of your name. You tried pulling away for air but his high got the best of him as he kept on slamming your head down on his cock as he liked to see you fight for air on his cock. One short gasp as pulled you off his cock then right back on as your nose was buried in his stomach.

You could tell he was close as his dick twitched in your throat as you gagged with your mouth open. He felt as if he was in heaven the way you swallowed his dick up like he was the best meal you ever had. He always swore he could see stars in your eyes as you looked up at him while his cock was shoved down your throat. Yoongi removed his hand from your head as he was about to release and that came very soon as you moved your mouth down to his balls. Both of them now in your mouth as you swirled your tongue around both. "FUCK! BITCH!" Yoongi screamed out as sweat dripped down his forehead and his hand dragged you back to his cock. His semen shooting down your tongue giving you no choice but to swallow.

"You're so yummy"

© KOOK-NET 2023 — ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

[ohtobeleah]

Doing this on anon because I'm not really confident yet >. > for your #strictlyscandalous blurbs, Bob Floyd being introduced to a femme fatale-esque fellow pilot? I leave the rest to your imagination ❤️

“Should we help him?” Mickey had gone into what he thought was cardiac arrest when he heard the commotion coming from inside the men’s showers on base. “If he’s in there with Venus he’s gonna end up on the news tonight." Fanboy teased as he threw his wet towel into the nearby hamper. Bob's near-painful grunts filled the gap between when he'd finished his last sentence to now. "Robert Floyd—dead at thirty-four.”

“Ahh! Ohh fuggh—!” The sounds of Bob moaning filled the changing room once again, only less painful and more pleasure-filled. The stream of hot water spewing from the shower head was doing nothing to muffle his cries. He never swore, ever. But you had cuss words dripping from his tongue like liquid gold. "I can't--fuck!" Bob pleaded, he was so in over his head it wasn't funny. But god it felt so good.

“Such a needy little boy—“ Mickey's eyes widened as he cupped a hand across his mouth so he didn’t spew out a slew of laughter. How the fuck had Bob managed to find himself in this position. “Beg for me baby—you can take it, I know you can.“ An unmistakable sound of a slap cracking against wet skin rang out throughout the changing room. Which body part it had collided with Fanboy wasn’t too sure. But it sounded like it stung in the most perfect way.

“Need it—ahhh fughh, need it so bad.” Bob cried before the same sound of an open-palm slap rang out. Fanboy flinched, holy shit Bob was getting his ass beat. Not to his surprise, you had a reputation for being a man-eater.

“It sounds voluntary—“ Jake smirked as he stood up from where he’d been changing out of his standard issue boots back into something more comfortable. “I say we let him learn his lesson not to feed the animals.” Jake had zero sympathy. He’d been there and done that a million times before. He knew girls like you like the back of his hand—like a Venus fly trap. Pretty enough to lure your prey in close enough to have them squirming in the palm of your hand—then you attack. Bob just happened to be on the menu. “It’s Venus for crying out loud, he should’ve known better than to mess around with her—“

“She’s gonna kill him, man—“

“She'll keep him breathing just enough, let him learn a valuable lesson.”

Mickey may have been right. If only he could see the way you were riding Bob on the floor of the shower. His back against the tiles as he babbled like a little bitch at everything you gave him.

“Such a pretty boy for me.” You had to keep Bob's head still by wrapping your hand around his throat, watching as his face turned a nice shade of dusty red as you constricted his airway. “You gonna cum for me huh Floyd? gonna cum so soon? can't you handle me huh?" You were killing him, truly Bob couldn't breathe. But the way it made him feel was otherworldly. he didn't want you to stop as his body tumbled under you as his hands gripped as your hips, nails near drawing blood as his grip tightened the closure he got to his high.

“Pl-please.” Bob's practically sobbing as you slow down the pace. “Please, I’m begging—“ When you slap his cheek a little harsher than the last two times his eyes grow wide as you let him breathe again. Gasping as you picked up the speed you were flicking your hips and he was done for. “Ohhhh fugghh I’m cumming!” It hurt just as much as it felt amazing as you rode Bob through his high. He couldn’t think, couldn’t see, couldn’t control his appendages as he twitched and babbled incoherent nonsense. Flooding you with everything he could give you.

“Lay the fuck down.” You barked as Bob did what he was told. Mesmerised as you climbed him like a tree. Sitting perched on his face for a moment. “Fuck! Ahhh eat my cunt Bobby, clean your fucking mess.” He’d never had a woman speak to him this way before. He was addicted, needy for more and oh so thankful for what you gave him. "Ohhhh fuck yes! use that fucking tongue." Leaning yourself back on Bob's chest, you pinched his nipples to the point he was hissing into your cunt.

"Fuck!" Again, you had him begging into your cunt as you smothered is face. "Mmmm hurts." But he felt amazing.

“Holy shit what happened to your cheek?” Phoenix ran her hand delicately across Bob's slightly reddened cheek when he stumbled into the Hard Deck a little later on that same afternoon. “Did someone hit you?” Bob noticed the way Fanboy choked on his beer and Hangman snickered as he took his shot at darts. Fuck, they knew.

“I think I just got laid, or—mugged, or both—“ Bobs rubbing his neck, still throbbing from where you’d choked him out. “I’m not sure yet.”

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#StricklyScandalous Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

[yungisstar1117-writes]

Ateez arguing with you: Hyung Line Ver.

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ɪ’ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟɪꜱᴛɪᴄ/ꜰᴀᴄᴛ-ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ, ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴀ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏꜱᴇꜱ.

✰ ɢ: Angst

✰ ᴡ.ᴄ: 1546

✰ ᴄ.ᴡ: Arguing, Insinuated trauma (physical abuse), Belittling, Lots of crying + swearing, Inferiority complex (?), Toxic relationships, Jealousy, Y/N breaks stuff in a fit of rage, general angry behaviour.

A/N: Be warned, it’s not gonna be pretty.

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💔 S E O N G H W A

“Come on now Y/N, this makes literally zero sense! Stop acting like you’re being persecuted, you’re just wron-”

You interrupted him indignantly, hands on your hips as you spoke.

“What?! You’re the one acting like every single idea I have is fucking stupid! Don’t even bother pretending you put a single ounce of thought into this Hwa!”

Seonghwa scoffed at this, your outburst not earning you any empathy from him.

“Oh please, cut the shit. Every single stupid idea I’ve shut down has been for a perfectly valid reason! Maybe get your head out of your ass and you would see that!”

You tilted your head to the side in disbelief at his words, unable to comprehend how one man could be so difficult. Scoffing and turning your head backwards, you took a deep breath before facing him again. This seemed to do nothing however, your temper easily flared up once again.

“You’re so fucking controlling it’s unbelievable. Maybe if you got your head out of your ass, you’d see what a narcissistic dickhead you are! You fucking micromanage every single thing i do! I can’t even breathe without you having something to say about it!”

Swearing under his breath, Seonghwa grumbled to himself for a second, something that you didn’t let slide. Coming closer, your voice was dripping with sarcasm when he covered his face with his hand.

“What was that honey? Was there something you wanted to say?”

Taking his hand down, Seonghwa’s glare was ice cold, yet the animosity in his tone had lessened.

“This is pointless, we’re arguing like fucking children. Let’s sit down and talk about this.”

Seonghwa’s words only seemed to make matters worse however, your voice raising as you responded.

“Here you go fucking micromanaging again, what a delightful surprise! What the fuck is your problem Seonghwa?! Huh?! Go on, say it!”

Seonghwa’s anger flowed out at your inflammatory words, his finger hurtling out as he pointed in your face.

“You! You and your bullshit is my fucking problem! You are the problem here!”

Time felt as if it had frozen as you stared at him dumbfounded, watching as his expression slowly turned into to one of regret. When you turned away with a sniff and grabbed your bag, Seonghwa finally spurred into action.

“What’re you doing Y/N? C’mon I’m sorry, can we just talk?”

You scoffed at this, turning back to Seonghwa while wiping a tear away.

“You have a problem, I’m solving it. Now you have no problem.”

💔 H O N G J O O N G

“You’re not making any sense Joong! Why is this bitch texting you 24/7?!”

Rubbing his forehead, Hongjoong looked up at you from his chair. You were standing in front of him, both hands firmly placed on the table as Hongjoong’s phone laid in the middle. It was almost as if he was being interrogated, and in his opinion, Hongjoong definitely felt he was on trial for a crime he didn’t commit.

“She’s an old friend from high school, why are you getting so worked up?”

You laughed sarcastically, clapping your hands and turning away for a second before you faced him again.

“Oh I’m so sorry Hongjoong, I’m just being crazy right?! There’s no fucking reason why I should be concerned when this ‘old friend’ is calling my man darling.”

Pushing back his chair Hongjoong stood up, running a hand through his hair as he spoke.

“You’re being fucking delusional Y/N. I’m not your ex, and surprisingly I have morals.”

You raised an eyebrow at this, completely dumbfounded by this man’s audacity. He’s really gonna bring up your fucking cheater ex?

“Oh so that’s how you’re gonna play it? You disgust me Hongjoong.”

Hongjoong chuckled at this, his eyes dark. Knowing his temper was worsening, he made a last-ditch attempt to keep the situation from exploding.

“I’m leaving.”

When he turned away however you grabbed his arm tight, keeping him from going.

“No you’re not! Explain those fucking messages!”

Snatching his arm from your grip, it seemed as if all his inhibitions had been overturned, his anger flaring up as he shouted at you.

“Get out of my fucking face you crazy ass bitch!”

Stepping back with wide eyes you could feel tears welling in them, all the fight knocked out of you and replaced with pure, unfiltered fear. Memories surged forward, memories from the past that you had fought dutifully to repress. If you had been able to see it through the blur of your tears, you would’ve seen Hongjoong’s regretful expression. When he tried to come closer and grab your hand, you quickly stepped back, tried to quell your sobs as tears streamed down your face.

“Y/N I’m so-“

“Out!”

When Hongjoong tried to speak again you screamed at him, now fully blubbering as your hands went to your ears, blocking out anything he could say.

“Get out! Get the fuck out! Now! G-Get out!”

💔 Y U N H O

“I can’t believe you.”

Yunho paused his game, looking up at you in genuine concern when he heard your harsh tone. This soon dissipated however, replaced with understanding regret when he saw you all dressed up. He let the controller fall to the side, standing up from the sofa and walking over to you as you shook with anger.

“Y/N I’m so-”

Yunho’s words were soon cut off by you throwing your keys on the floor, jaw gritted as you spoke with a bite in your tone.

“You forgot. Again.”

Shaking his head, Yunho grabbed your hand in urgency.

“Please baby, I’ll do better! I promise, just please don’t do this.”

You shook him off with a harsh laugh, only deep-rooted anger present in the hollow sound. He’s had so many chances, did he really deserve another one?

“You said that last time, and the time before! You make all these fucking promises Yunho, but when are you gonna actually keep to them?!”

Your finger jutted out, poking him in the chest so harshly that the male moved back slightly. The evident hurt in his expression didn’t make you falter for a second, nor did his flinch when you shouted.

“When are you gonna fucking grow up?!”

A tear rolled down the male’s cheek, one that he quickly wiped away as he stared at you with glossy eyes. Solemnly, he picked up the keys from the floor and went back to the sofa, ignoring his controller as he just sat there facing the tv. It was only at this moment that a hint of regret crossed your mind, but you quickly dismissed it. He needed to wake the fuck up.

“When you’ve figured out what your priorities are, come find me. You better make that decision quickly though Yunho, I won’t wait forever.”

💔 Y E O S A N G

“It’s just- it’s this! Every single time I try and show you any affection you just brush me off! Do you- do you even wanna be my boyfriend?!”

Yeosang rolled his eyes at your words, pulling his headphones back on with a scoff.

“You’re being melodramatic. Just because I don’t want you hanging off of me every single fucking minute doesn’t mean I don’t wanna be with you. Ever consider maybe you’re just too clingy?”

You snatched his headphones off his head, your voice shaking with anger as you clenched your free hand into a fist.

“Why are you so insistent on being so rude and- and degrading?! I’m trying to talk to you about my concerns and you’re just shutting me down!”

Yeosang’s eyes flitted between your face and his headphones in your grip, clearly more concerned about them than whatever you were saying. Your head started to spin with unbridled fury.

“You’re fucking pathetic Yeosang. You want your headphones? Here, fucking take them!”

Before Yeosang could even cry out you raised your hand over your head, soon letting it crash down as you let the headphones fall to the floor. Despite the audible crack and a piece flying off, you proceeded to stamp on them a few times, crushing any salvageable pieces into an oblivion.

Yeosang was now standing, watching in shock as you ground your heel into the remains, chest heaving. Finally glancing at your boyfriend, his expressionless face scared you slightly. He seemed to have frozen in place, unable to do anything except look down.

“You… You broke them.”

When you heard him sniff your eyebrows raised in shock, all your anger flooding out of you when you saw his teary eyes.

“Those were from our first anniversary… and you-… you broke them?”

Your features softened at his words, your eyes also beginning to tear up.

“You remembered?”

Tears began to fall as Yeosang struggled to keep himself from sobbing, tirelessly wiping at his eyes as he tried to speak.

“Of-Of course I did! How could I forget?! They were the best gift I’ve ever had!”

You let a tentative hand rest on Yeosang, sniffling when he looked at you defeatedly.

“Sangie I’m- I’m sorry! I didn’t think-“

“Yeah, clearly you didn’t.”

Carefully removing your hand, Yeosang shook his head, walking to the door. Struggling with his shoes and coat for a few seconds, the male then grabbed his keys from the cabinet before turning back to you.

“I need some space, I’ll t-text you when I get to Wooyoung’s. Please don’t come after me.”

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Kinktober Day 5: Degradation with Minho

Trigger warnings: verbal aggression

Content warnings: names (slut, whore, bitch, variations of those, kitten once), other forms of verbal degradation (ofc), face fucking, spitters are quitters, potential for a spin-off cause i have zero self control

Summary: The man you love to hate looks unbearably appealing after a few drinks— and he knows that.

Word count: 2335

Tags: @hyuckilstan @mork-ly @wubbster @critssq

Kinktober master list

Smut below the cut

Minho looked good. Too good, in fact, and you credited that to the copious amounts of alcohol in your system, all courtesy of the man himself as he absolutely destroyed you in beer pong. You didn’t know why you were playing, you hated beer. But you were playing and you were losing.

You tossed back the contents of the last cup as half the room cheered for Minho before a wave of dizziness hit you. You quietly excused yourself with the intention of heading to the kitchen for a glass of water but stopped in the bathroom to splash your face. You were drunk.

The cold water felt nice on your skin and you stayed bent over the sink for a moment to let droplets drip off your face before reaching for a paper towel - who stocked paper towels in their personal bathroom? - and blotting your face dry. You felt much better but when you straightened yourself, you startled as you looked in the mirror. “What the fuck are you doing in here?” You gasped, lightly patting your chest to get your heart to settle.

“Are you okay?” Minho was concerned about you? That couldn’t be right.

“I’m fine.” You sighed and turned to face him as you prepared to leave.

“You sure? Cause you look absolutely fucked.” He snorted as he stepped closer, pulling the door shut behind him. You didn’t hear when he locked the door.

“I said I’m fine.” You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms defensively, stepping back from him. “Now what are you doing in here?”

“Not everyone knows our dynamic and they wanted me to come check on you so that’s what I’m doing.” He shrugged and walked closer, pinning you against the sink and leaning into your personal space. You leaned back on instinct but your heart was racing. You could pick out the individual flecks of color in his deep brown eyes as he got closer still, hands on the counter caging you in. You quickly averted your gaze, unsure of where to look but knowing looking anywhere else was better than looking directly at him. “You’re flushed.” He notes.

“Well yeah. I was-”

“Cute.” That gave you pause and your gaze met his again, a mixture of meek and wary. “We both know it’s because of me.” You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh before planting your hands on his chest and giving a firm shove. Undeterred, he leaned back in and gave you a nasty smirk. “Come on now. I’ve seen you eye-fucking me all night. I know you want me. It’s kind of pathetic how easy you are to read.”

“Minho, shut up.” You were close to shoving him again and making a break for it. “I don’t want you. I wouldn’t want you even if you were the last man on earth.”

“Ouch, that stings, kitten.” He gave an exaggerated pout, bottom lip jutting out as he tilted his head. “You’re gonna hurt my feelings if you keep it up.”

“Good.”

“Don’t play with me.” His voice was suddenly stern as he pressed a thick thigh between your legs. “Stop lying to yourself already, y/n. Admit it. You wanna fuck me. You think I’m attractive and you wanna fuck me just to say you banged the hottest guy in town.”

“You’re full of shit.” Your voice wavered as he pressed his thigh against you harder.

“Am I?” His voice dipped as he loomed over you. Against your better judgment, you looked up at him and your breath hitched. There was no admiration or even a hint of compassion in his eyes, just lust.

The air was heavy as he twisted a fist into your hair, tipping your head back. You expected him to be rougher with you but he was gentle, lips ghosting over yours. Your knees wobbled as he pressed his lips to yours and slipped his tongue into your mouth. He let his hips press against yours and you grabbed the counter to steady yourself as your head started to spin. He took notice of this and rocked into you so you could feel the entirety of his erection, his grip tightening on your hair when he felt you squirm against him.

He pulled back for a breath and scoffed as he pulled your head further back. “I thought you said you didn’t want me.” Your cheeks burned and you squeezed your eyes shut in an attempt to hide your shame.

“I don’t.”

“So why are you white-knuckling the sink?” You couldn’t answer. It’s not that you couldn't give him that satisfaction - though you couldn’t - but you simply didn’t have an answer. You’d thought about banging him a few times. It’s not like you actually hated the guy, the two of you just seemed to feed off each others’ immaturity and couldn’t bring yourselves to be civil unless it was absolutely necessary. No, he was definitely hot and you definitely wanted to fuck him, but you weren’t sure why you were already so worked up.

When you didn’t answer, he snorted and released your hair, taking your jaw in his hand instead. He gripped you just tight enough to discourage you from struggling and sneered at you. “Already desperate? For me?” Your eyebrows knitted together and your eyes squeezed tighter. “Pathetic.”

Fuck. You couldn’t stop the whimper from slipping out as your knees threatened to give out again. Degradation, especially being called ‘pathetic’, always drenched you. You regretted ever agreeing to play against him because you wouldn’t be in this position, making all your secret desires known, had you not been drinking.

“Fucking of course you’re into that.” He chuckled dryly and rolled his eyes as he released your jaw. “You like being called pathetic?” You didn’t answer and he tutted. “I asked a question. If repeating myself becomes a common occurrence tonight, we’re gonna have a problem. Now answer me; you like being called pathetic, don’t you?” You gave a weak nod and whispered out a soft ‘yes’, shame obvious in your voice. “It’s not just that is it? You like being degraded in general, don’t you? It turns you on when I say mean shit to you.” You gave the same response, cheeks blazing, and he laughed mockingly. “That’s fucking weird. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t leave right now.”

You didn’t speak and he stepped back, freeing you from the counter. He fully intended to leave but you dropped to your knees in front of him so fast he thought you’d fallen. He started to reach out to catch you but froze when you looked up at him and tentatively reached for his thighs. “Is this a good enough reason?”

His mouth snapped shut for a moment and his jaw ticked as he fought to keep his composure when you reached for his belt. You stared up at him expectantly, waiting for his response and watching his throat work as he swallowed hard. Finally, he spoke. “You better make this worth my fucking time.”

He knew you would. He’d thought about fucking your face for almost the entire time you’d known each other. But he also knew you wanted him to be rude. He was typically a gentle lover, indulgent and careful not to use too much force even in the roughest scenes, but you wanted him to disrespect you and it was easy to do considering the love-hate relationship you two had.

Maybe that love-hate relationship is what made this so much more intense. If anyone else had asked you to suck their dick in a stranger’s bathroom, you would’ve reacted almost violently. Yet there you were on your knees, offering to blow some guy you supposedly hated, all because it was Minho.

As you popped the button on his jeans and unzipped them, you wondered if this would actually be worth it. Not because he challenged you to make it worth his time, you didn’t care about that. But maybe he’d hold it over you later. Maybe he’d use it as fuel to get under your skin or get you in his bed, over and over until the dynamic you had shifted.

You lifted yourself up on your knees, eyes locked on his, and leaned in, kissing along the waistband of his underwear as you tugged his jeans down to the middle of his beautiful thighs. He looked like he was losing any fight he had left in him as you mouthed at his dick through his boxers, torturously slow in your movements.

He took a deep breath and peeled his shirt off as you pulled his underwear down, freeing his length. You wouldn’t lie and say you hadn’t imagined sucking him off - you’d imagined a lot of things - but he was certainly bigger than you’d imagined. When you didn’t move to touch him, instead taking some time to admire him since you were certain this wouldn’t happen again, he gave a little huff and tapped your cheek. “Come on now, I haven’t got all night, bitch.”

You felt your panties dampen as you took him in your hand, licking the tip. He managed to suppress the sound he wanted to make and gathered your hair back in a ponytail, wrapping it around his hand for leverage. “It’s laughable how quickly you went from claiming you’d never want me to offering to blow me just so I wouldn’t leave. Are you just that desperate to get dick?”

You didn’t answer, taking him as far as you could in response. Maybe you were desperate. But your desperation just made you that much more determined to make him fall apart so you could get a taste - likely the only taste you’d ever get. You didn’t bother to hide your delight at the weight on your tongue and let out a satisfied hum around him.

It was easy to get worked up like this. You were eager to please and desperate to release this built up tension once and for all. You found yourself pulling back to the tip only to force yourself back down on his length, already gagging around him despite just starting.

“What a slut. You like my dick in your mouth that much? God you’re so fucking easy it’s pathetic…” he mocked, tightening his grip on your hair for a delicious pull across your entire scalp. You moaned around him at the sensation and he scoffed. “Seriously? That too?”

You huffed softly and began to work faster, not breaking eye contact as you flicked your tongue along the underside of his shaft. Your dominant hand worked what didn’t fit in your mouth and things started to get messy. Drool was starting to run down your chin as you slurped at his dick, hand twisting and tugging at the base. “Making a mess like this in someone else’s home…you’re fucking disgusting.” He groaned and your pussy clenched. He sounded so pretty when he was telling you off.

Your nails gently scraping along his thighs seemed to be the proverbial straw as he adjusted his grip on your hair and pulled you off. “Hands behind your back, bitch. You touch me, I stop. You touch yourself, you don’t get fucked and you have to cum on your own time.”

You nodded to the best of your ability as you gasped for air. You quickly wiped under your eyes before clasping your hands behind your back and opening your mouth for him. You couldn’t help but stare at his cock until your lips closed around it. Your gaze met his own as the tip of his dick met the back of your throat and you felt all desire to act unbothered and bratty flee your body. You just wanted to be used. And he was determined to give you that.

He set a surprisingly gentle pace and tipped his head back. If he didn’t look away, he’d cum instantly. Of course, he decided to come up with an excuse that would make you squirm. “Can’t even fucking look at you, whore.” You shuddered and stuck your tongue out a bit, unable to stop yourself from teasing the thick vein along the underside as he abused your throat. With his head thrown back, you took the chance to admire his form. Who knew when you’d get the chance to ogle him again.

He wished he could drown out your sounds because hearing you gag was only serving to work him up further. “You following orders? Not being a desperate slut and touching yourself?” You hummed out a soft ’uh uh’ and he grunted in response.

He was dangerously close to the edge after only a few minutes, and you were thankful because you were dying to have him inside you already. “Be a good cum dump and take it all. Maybe I’ll fuck you as a reward if you take everything I give you and don’t waste a single drop.”

You gave a small sound of affirmation and blinked back tears despite some having already escaped. You waited patiently for him to let go but he didn’t. He waited until he finally had the strength to look back down at you. The second he saw you, he couldn’t have held back if he’d tried. You let out a high-pitched hum of appreciation as his cum filled your mouth, swallowing every bit you could while he was still fucking your face.

When he pulled back, you swallowed what was left and quickly cleaned your chin, licking your fingers clean. Despite the fire in his belly telling him he needed more, he just stared at you with disgust. “Nasty bitch.” He spat, stuffing himself back in his pants despite the desire to admire how wrecked you looked just from blowing him. “Get up. We’re leaving.” He ordered as he grabbed his shirt from the counter and pulled it on. The second you were on your feet, he was out the door. You were so fucked…

[whatthefishh]

my last ask reminded me ab the thot i forgot ab lol:

facial hair

**I JUST READ YOUR REPLY AND YOU DON'T LIKE MUSTACHES???? 😭**

uhhh -- well, i write a lot of steven/miguel fics so i don't explore the facial hair aspect of oscar (even though he has the most iconic staches and beards out there) so let's discuss + lemme get you on the 'stache train with me:

Exhibit A: Llewyn Davis

this hot fucking mess has zero right to look this good. dude was literally on the verge of passing out and/or crying the whole movie. also his beard is way too well kept for him to be homeless.

tell me you wouldn't enjoy the beard burn he'd leave between your thighs or holding onto those cute curls eeee --

Exhibit B: Nathan Bateman

THIS BALD BITCH (ok -- peek at the vein in his arm...) literally doesn't need to be bald but he probably thinks he's too big-brained™️ for hair or something idk.

he could literally kiss me until my whole mouth area and chin turn red and i wouldn't care 😭. he'd probably be a dick and rub himself all over me just to irritate my skin (i'm sensitive) then tease me ab it after.

let's face it, dude would look magnificent eating ice cream (or dripping with heat as he lifts his face from my -----) uhhh ok next

Exhibit C: Blue Jones

yeah, he looks like a slut. i mean the porn stache really just staples the word "pimp" onto his forehead. he's definitely more into himself than anyone else and he looks like a class A pervert, but i'd still hit it tho 💀

NEXT!

Exhibit D: Duke Leto and Jonathan Levy

i put them together bc of their full beards and hair. both give off 'have a family but still ready to fuck' vibes, but jonathan is softer and domestic 🥺

look at those beards and how well they frame his lips, it's like he's FORCING you to look 🫠 AND THE GREEYING HAIRRR EEEEE I NEED

LAST ONE -> EXHIBIT EEEEE: THE FUCKING BEARD HE HAD DURING THE TF PRESS TOUR

"this is powerful"

"clean shaven 5 days ago" -- ok but why would he say that??? does he wants me to collapse??? does he want to be bitten???

i genuinely lost track of the reasoning behind this ask (i'm sleep deprived and deliriously screaming ab this man) idk if i like facial hair or if it's just irresistible on him...either way i wanna feel it everywhere 😵‍💫

Omg em!! I absolutely adore beards especially Oscar’s!!! It’s the moustache only look that I’m always eek about and yet I still pine after Blue Jones 😂😳

I need to watch Inside Llewyn Davis still, I know I’ve got some catching up to do but his beard does look ridiculously well kept for a homeless guy you’re right.

Nathan Batsman’s beard is something I’m a very open whore about yes to the carpet burnnnnnnn

Jonathan levy is the perfect example of just like… ‘Messy academic hot man that I want to make even more of a mess of’. That’s a type, right? Adore. Esp the greys!!!! I love the fucking greys!!! Father of my children!!!

The god damn TF interviews ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

He said that because he wants you to know that he knows exactly what he says and does to us.

Yes to facial hair especially on Oscar. Just the stache on other men get the fuck away from me 😂

[mistiell]

NSFW Alphabet with Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Warnings: sexual themes, mentions of bondage, degradation, blind folding, and marking.

A/N: this was not proof read. If there are any warnings I missed, let me know and I’ll add them.

NSFW themes below the cut.

A - Aftercare (What is he like after sex?)

He’s so doting and affectionate afterwards, especially when he’s been rough with you. Lots of kisses and praise as he helps clean you up.

He loves cuddling after sex, talking about what you liked and didn’t like, plus anything else. He likes the quiet and the softness after sex.

B - Body Part (What’s his favourite body part of yours? What’s his favourite of himself?)

He adores every part of you, but he loves your tummy, your thighs, and your tits the best. He is 100% a boob guy and you cannot convince me otherwise. He’s absolutely mesmerized by how they bounce in time with his thrusts and he’s always grabbing at them during sex. Even outside the bedroom, sometimes you’ll just be sitting on the couch and he’ll reach up your shirt to hold them.

And don’t even get him started on your thighs. He is legally obligated to mark them up whenever he goes down on you. There is nothing he loves more than sucking and nipping at the soft flesh of your inner thighs.

His favourite body part of his is a tie between his hands and his back. He loves his hands because of the ways he can use them to make you feel good. Plus you said they were pretty once and he’s never let it go. Same with his back. You’ve said he has a nice back a few times, and it took him awhile to finally admit to himself that it’s true, but now it’s one of his favourite features. You’ve caught him flexing in the mirror with his neck craned to see what his back looks like a couple times and he had you swear to secrecy lest the others find out he checks himself out in the mirror.

C - Cum (Where does he like to finish? How long does it take him to get there?)

He loves finishing inside you. Something about filling you up and watching his cum mixed with your slick drip out of you just does something to him.

However, he’s typically pretty hesitant to do so without a condom so if y’all happen to be raw dogging it, his second favourite place to cum is on your chest/stomach.

D - Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of his)

To you, it’s not really a secret, but he loves taking polaroids of you midway through railing you. He loves capturing your fucked out, cock drunk expressions as he practically fucks you into the mattress.

He also wouldn’t be opposed to you taking some race-y photos of him too. If you still have the dexterity and focus to do so while bouncing on his lap, of course.

E - Experience (How experienced is he? Does he know what he’s doing?)

Listen, I would love to say this man gets hella bitches. Believe me, I truly would. But given his reputation in Hawkins, I would have to say he gets very minimal, if not zero, play.

However, that does not mean he’s not good at what he does. He’s learned a lot from the few sexual encounters he has had so your first time with him was actually pretty fuckin’ good. And it gets even better from there because every time you do it, he learns more about what you like and what you don’t like.

F - Favourite position (What’s his favourite position? Why is it his favourite?)

He loves any position that lets him see your face. He loves watching your your eyes roll and your mouth hang open as he does his best to make you feel good.

G - Goofy (Is he more serious in the moment? Or is he more humorous?)

He’s typically pretty light hearted. He cracks some really stupid jokes here and there that you both can’t help but laugh at. Most of them are innuendos that he just has to say before he forgets.

H - Hair (How well groomed is he? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

The carpet does indeed match the drapes.

He’s pretty well groomed. Not totally smooth, but not unruly either. He doesn’t like the look of it fully shaved so he just keeps it trimmed.

He’s also got a little happy trail.

I - Intimacy (How romantic is he in the moment?)

He’s very romantic in the moment. Even when he’s being rough with you, he always makes sure to throw in some praise to let you know how much he loves you.

He also loves eye contact. Something about it just adds this sort of connection that makes him feel so much closer to you.

J - Jerk Off (How offen does he masturbate?)

If you aren’t around, he does it at least every other day. The man has an unbelievably high sex drive. He’s ready to go wherever and whenever so if you aren’t around, he’s gonna use some of the aforementioned polaroids to get off.

K- Kink (One or more of his kinks)

Oh boy. Here we go. These are just some of his many kinks.

- Bondage

He absolutely loves tying you up. Whether it be with fabric or handcuffs, he loves the sight of you splayed out on his mattress, hands tied to his bed frame, completely in his control. He also would not object to being tied up himself. Do with that information what you will.

- Praise

Good god.

When I tell you this man fucking loves praising you and being praised. Whenever he’s going slow and being oh so gentle, you’ll here a lot of “God, you’re so beautiful.” “Takin’ me so well, sweetheart.” And, “Fuck, you feel so good.” Plus things of the like.

Whenever you praise him, it’s like his brain short circuits. His face flushes and he stutters and he always moves to cover his face up sheepishly. It’s honestly kinda cute the way he practically melts from only your sweet little words.

- Degradation

Okay, I know I just said he has a thing for praise, but hear me out. He also gets off on being degraded too. Having him go down on you and then telling him he’s fucking pathetic when he starts rutting against the mattress? He’ll cream his pants right then and there, I stg.

As for degrading you, he’s definitely willing to do it if you’re into it. A lot of the time, it comes out as sort of backhanded praise like “Such a pretty little whore, all for me.” And “Look at you, practically begging for it. You’re pathetic. Cute, but pathetic.”

- Blind folding

He likes the idea of being blind folded just as much as he likes blind folding you. Something about not being able to see you and the anticipation of not knowing what’s coming next just… does something to him, yk?

- Marking

Holy shit, he fucking LOVES marking you up. He leaves hickies all over you. Your neck, your chest, your stomach, your thighs. He purposely leaves some in hard to hide places just so people can spot them know that you’re his.

He also love it when you do the same. Knowing that you also want people to know that he’s yours gives him a huge ego boost. He won’t even try to hide your love bites. He wears them with pride and revels in the disapproving looks he gets from people as he passes by.

- Body Worship

This kind of goes along with praise, but he loves taking his time and showing you how much he loves every single inch of you. He’ll go slow, trailing kisses down your body while he tells you how absolutely gorgeous you are.

Whenever you do the same to him, he gets so flustered. It makes him feel so good though, knowing you find him just as attractive as he finds you.

L - Location (His favourite place to have sex)

Your bed. It’s comfortable and he gets to take his time with you so of course it would be his favourite. He prefers it over his bed because it’s cleaner, for lack of a better word.

M - Motivation (What gets them going?)

Literally fucking everything.

Everything you do turns him on. You could simply look up at him and call his name to get his attention and he’ll pop a semi.

N - NO (What’s something he wouldn’t do?)

He would never actually hurt you. Impact play is one thing, but anything that involves him legitimately hurting you in any way is an immediate no from him.

O - Oral (Does he prefer giving or receiving? How skilled is he?)

He prefers giving over receiving. Hearing your moans and feeling you writhe underneath him is enough to make him finish untouched.

As for skill, this man gives some god tier head. The first few times he was learning what makes you tick, but after that? He’s a fucking master. He won’t be satisfied until you’ve cum at least three times before y’all actually get to fucking.

P - Pace (Does he like going fast and rough? Or slow and sensual?)

He likes to switch between the two. When he’s frustrated or has a lot of pent up energy, he typically goes for fast and rough, which will leave you pleasantly sore for the next day or so.

However, he also likes to go slow and show you how much he loves you. How absolutely gorgeous you are. Sometimes, he also needs you to take care of him. He won’t ask you to, but he loves when you take your time with him to let him know how pretty he is. He gets insecure sometimes and it really helps when you take the time to make him feel good and tell him how handsome he is.

Q - Quickie (Does he like quickies? How often do quickies happen?)

Quickies are definitely not a rare occurrence. You’ve fucked in some of the most absurd places. Skull Rock, the picnic bench where he deals, the bathroom at Family Video, hell, you’ve even done it on his throne in the Hellfire room. He’ll fuck you pretty much anywhere as long as you’re down.

R - Risk (Is he willing to experiment? How about taking risks?)

He loves to experiment with you. If you suggest something, he’s normally game to try it at least once.

He’s also willing to take some risks. One of which is the whole fucking in public spaces thing mentioned above. He wouldn’t actually do it in front of anyone, but he’d definitely do it in places where you could potentially get caught.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can he go? How long does he last?)

He’s got a surprising amount of stamina. He can go a considerable number of rounds before he has to tap out.

During your first time, he did not last very long but that was because he wasn’t all that experienced. As your relationship progresses, though, he ends up having an almost scary amount of self control. He won’t cum unless you have.

T - Toy (Does he own toys? Does he use them on his partner or himself?)

He doesn’t own toys, but he would absolutely be open to using them of you and himself. Like I said, he’s down to try anything once and I think he’d actually really enjoy toys.

U - Unfair (How much does he like to tease?)

Eddie is a fucking menace.

He’s constantly teasing you. If your out at a restaurant with friends, he’ll place his hand on your knee under the table and slowly slide it up dangerously high up on your thigh. Then while you’re leaving, he’ll come up behind you and whisper some absolute filth in your ear and then pull away like nothing happened.

V - Volume (How loud is he? What sounds does he make?)

He’s actually quite vocal. Not exactly loud, but definitely vocal. He makes some of the prettiest noises you have ever heard, I stg. Lots of breathy moans and sighs with the occasional whimper thrown in.

W - Wild Card (A random headcanon)

X - X-Ray (What’s going on under those clothes?)

He’s toned but soft if that makes any sense. Like there’s definitely muscle definition but he’s not like rock hard abs and sharp angles. He’s more soft contours and subtle dips and curves where muscle meets bone. He is the literal definition of pretty.

As for his dick, he’s packing a solid 8 inches. And again, just like everything else about him, it’s pretty. A little darker than the rest of him but the tip is flushed pink. There’s a thick vein that runs along the underside of it and it has the slightest curve upwards.

Y - Yearning (How high is his sex drive?)

In a word, he’s insatiable.

He simply can’t get enough of you. He’s ready to go all day every day.

Z - Zzz (How quickly does he fall asleep afterwards?)

He’s always sleepy afterwards, but he always has enough energy to talk to you before he falls asleep. He likes the soft conversations you have in the foggy, post-orgasmic bliss. It can take him anywhere between twenty minutes to an hour to fall asleep after sex.

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Night at the Mansion

Fandom: X-Men

Characters: Professor X, Jean Grey, Rouge, Storm, Jubilee, Cyclops, & Wolverine

Summary: You’ve been friends with the X-Men for years despite being a non-mutant yourself. Now you’ve been invited over for a sleepover on a late Saturday evening.

Not my Art

Chapter One

The phone rings breaking the sound of drops of rain falling from the tin roof. I grab my tv remote to pause Twin Peaks before answering. As I could never let anyone interrupt my viewing! An unknown number reads across the screen. “Jeez, is it those damn telemarketers again.” I utter out in annoyance. “Hello?” Once again talking in annoyance. “(Y/N)!!! You wanna come over to the mansion for a sleepover! Scott has got the students on a field trip for the night! Jean managed to convince Xavier so… whatcha say!!??” Jubilee keeps going on in excitement. I’ve waited years for a sleepover there, to hangout with my best friends for the time of my life! “I can’t believe they got Xavier convinced!!” I yell out like a little school girl. I quickly run to get my keys in the whiff of a breath. “I’ll be there in like five minutes!!” I yell out again hanging up. My heart beats in excitement, taking this night from a bottom zero to a quick top of the chain eleven. A smile lines my face from cheek to cheek in pure happiness, pure joy. I can’t barely contain myself!

I arrive at the front door in nothing but my Snoopy pajama pants. Rain pouring outside in the cold air of the night. Feeling the rains chill brush against the sleeping t-shirt. I gently knock once on the door as to not be an asshole. A voice speaks to me throughout head like it’s my very own thoughts. “Ahh, I see you’ve arrived in quite the hurry.” Xavier telepathically communicates throughout my mind. The door automatically opens like a grand beauty entrance. My first time at the mansion & they greet me with joyful care like I was one of their own. A tear almost drips down my face in pure bliss. Xavier greets me in his classic British tone. I can practically feel the chills of sleep run through my entire body. “(Y/N) are you ready to join your friends?” Xavier now speaks without the use of his mind. “Yes yes! Show me the way!” I speak out with heavy excitement in my voice.

He drives off in the wheelchair down the hallway. The wheels gliding across the wood like figure skaters on ice. I follow him down the hall in pure awe of the beauty in the mansion. A tear runs down my cheek once again as I feel the excitement burst out more & more.

Chapter Two

“(Y/N)!!!” Jubilee jumps up with excitement. She runs over in my direction jumping up & giving me a hug. Everyone immediately glances over at me in a quick turn. Smiles running across their face besides for Logan. His gruff expression never changes as he hogs down more slices of pizza. I gaze around the room in beautiful awe. Two dragged in beds with a sleeping bag cover the room. Wood engravings from Wolverine coat the walls like ancient cave paintings. You can even still hear the rain outside through the noise of Mario Kart.

“Would you like to have a play?” Storm asks as politely as possible. As if she never knew negativity. Despite being goddess of the weather.

“Most definitely!” I let out running over to sit down on the floor next to Jean.

“I’m so happy you came!” Rouge talks in excitement with her beautiful southern accent. It calms my body like the feeling of being rocked like a baby.

“I wanna play you in Mario Kart bitch!” I yell out to Rouge with competitiveness in my voice.

“You’re on sugar. Be warned, I am the queen.”

Storm hands me the controller as a light shock hits my finger. Rouge jumps off the bed as I hear the springs jump off like kangaroos. “You goin’ down like Trask sugar!” In just a few small minutes I begin swerve back & forth as if I was the one driving the car. Even Logan puts down his fifth slice of pizza to glance at the tv. We become neck & neck, going between 1st & 2nd place over & over while Storm still rides in 10th.

“Kick their ass Rouge!!” Jean yells in excitement

“No! (Y/N) You have to winnnnnnn!!!!” Jubilee yells shooting tiny fireworks from her pointer finger.

“BAM!” I yell out in excitement. Jumping up & down in joy of winning. Logan grips my shoulder mid jump, fear strikes me as him & I have never been close. “Good job Kid. Someone finally dethroned the queen.” Logan says looking directly into my eyes with a sense of proudness. I have to try my best to hold back tears from the pure ecstasy.

Hours pass in endless fun, the kind you remember before death. What people who peaked in high school must’ve experienced. Yet it’s gotten late, time for us to sleep in our bag or dragged in beds. Even Logan joins us in the sleepover, he even changed out of his tank top & jeans to plain plaid green pajamas… & a tank top.

“Okay so who’s sleeping where. We got one twin bed, one normal bed, & one sleeping bag. Someone is going to have to quadruple up.” Jean begins to talk as if she the mom of the group.

“I’ll take the twin.” Logan lets out with a grunt at the end.

“May I take the sleeping bag?” Storm asks with the gentle kindness of the wind.

“Why yes you mayyy!” Jubilee talks with a horrible slight British accent impression.

“Well then (Y/N), Rouge, Jubilee, & myself are going to have to quadruple up!” Jean talks with a little amount of excitement in her voice.

We all let out “good nights!!!” before bed. While Logan snores loudly like a sleep machine. Jean, Jubilee, Rouge, & myself divide the queen bed into our separate sections. Jean & Rouge lay ass to ass while Jubilee & myself lay ass to ass as well. Making Rouge & myself stare at each other in the middle of the bed. Slightly awkward but even a tear can shed from my face in pure joy & bliss. Yet in that brief moment of pure joy while staring into Rouge’s eyes I can feel sleep come over me. My eyes closing like blinds on an overly sunny day.

Chapter Three

“(Y/N)! You awake?” Rouge asks with a kind beauty in her voice. She shakes me lightly trying to wake me up.

“Wh…whattt” I ask as I open my eyes like a new born kitten.

“Scott is back! Wanna go out for breakfast with us?” Rouge asks as a smile spreads across her face like she was the Green Goblin. Just without the sinister look.

“Sure!” I yell as I jump outta bed.

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Goretober X: Don't Be Vein

This one very short I've been super busy the past week and also I'm very tired last actual gore piece for @coyotehusk goretober tho so yee haw go me

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Ingredients: body horror of the surreal variety, gore, fun with delicate lil blood vessels, emeto mention

Castys had absolutely zero idea what Kuro was doing. Not that he usually did, but he could at least guess most of the time. Now, she was just rooting around inside his arm, digging deep into the muscle as he bit down hard on the gag in his mouth and tried not to wiggle too much.

“There it is!” Castys could feel Kuro’s smile as she looked down at the gaping wound she’d been probing around in. “I finally found one of your larger blood vessels. I want to see if it’ll do the same thing your intestines do.” Castys raised an eyebrow. They probably would, but he wasn’t exactly eager to find out. Unfortunately, he was about to.

Kuro was gentle as she freed the vein from inside of his muscle, most likely trying not to break it and make him bleed to death before she was ready. It was a lot smaller than Castys expected, just sort of pink and stringy, like a…worm. Too soon. He had to think about something other than worms. His leg started hurting anyway, as if this leg could even remember pain that it never fucking felt in the first place since the one that did got chopped off. But his scars on his torso and face ached sometimes, too, and those were from so long ago that he doubted any of them had never been replaced. 

After a long time of careful cutting and pulling, a small number of his blood vessels were totally free of his muscle, laid out limply on his exposed bone. Castys’s view of them wasn’t great, but he was very much okay with that. Oh, and now he was going to get to die, so hopefully things wouldn’t be fucked up when he came back.

Things were fucked up. 

He looked down at his arm almost immediately after coming back to life, and the sight was…surreal, to say the least. The thin vessels laid on top of the skin of his inner forearm, sort of fused to it at the bottom, their ends leading back down into his flesh. They pulsated weirdly as his blood flowed through them, and the sight wasn’t something Castys wanted to get used to. 

“That was fun! I haven’t done delicate work like that in a while. Do you mind if I do that to your other limbs?” Kuro asked as she removed the gag, excitement in her voice.

“I do in fact mind, but I don’t think you care, so why are you asking?”

Kuro shrugged. “So you can feel like you have a little bit of control for a moment.”

“It’s not helping.”

“Aw, too bad,” she said as she tied the gag over his mouth again.

Back to disregarding his opinion, Kuro started on his other arm, and once that was done she moved on to his legs. The whole process took hours, intense pain and cold and dripping blood, and he was hardly aware of anything else by the time she was done. Once again, she made him look, and once again, it wasn’t something he wanted to see, all of the pink squiggles running up and down his arms and legs, pulsing along to his heartbeat. It sort of made him feel sick for some reason, so he did his best not to puke into the gag.

He didn’t know how much more of this he could take, and that scared him.

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#5

Break

"Ah! Ah! Haah! Mmgh!"

You yank Winter's short hair back with a tight grip, her head forced to follow with how much strength you use to grip her hair. There is zero resistance from her—not that she could provide any—with how hard her body rocks with every thrust, how much her eyes roll back in her head, and how slack her jaw is. Winter is beyond saving from the pleasures of the flesh that hold her in its clutches, that eradicate her ability to think.

One hard slap of her ass has Winter squealing. Two hard slaps produces a guttural growl. The red marks that remain on her skin make you grin. Ruining this little brat never felt so good.

"Daddy, oh fuckin—fuck, I…"

"Use your words, slut."

Winter screams when you pound her harder. She's unable to speak again, and now, you taunt her.

"Fuck, you're such a cute fucking slut. Just a while ago you were such a brat, wearing only that polo and flashing yourself for Daddy even when you knew Daddy was busy. Seems like you're getting exactly what you wanted, hm? You wanted to flash for Daddy? I'll just have you fucked for all of Korea to watch."

You laugh when Winter buckles and gushes of squirt spray against your legs, along your cock, and down her legs. After all, Winter got off the hardest when exhibiting herself, and fucking her in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of your hotel room for everyone in the neighbouring buildings to watch definitely had her dripping with lust.

"Fucking slut, cumming just like that? I'd hope no one's recording, Winter. The ace of æspa, reduced to nothing but a cute little slut fucktoy in front of the public, fucked for everyone to watch, and yet you're getting off to it. It'd be a shame if it got publicised…"

"Oh fuck, I don't care, let them see, I just need your cock, your cum in me, please, please breed Winter, please coat my womb with your seed, make Winter your baby mommy, please make Winter cum…"

You've broken her before, and you'll break her again.

958 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

#4

MINA-0324—"Trapped In Her Office, My Angry Boss Uses My Body To Fuck Her Stress Away. Completely Drained!"

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Happy (early) Birthday Mina!

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"Assistant, please report to my office."

You slam your laptop shut and push yourself up begrudgingly. Another meeting with Ms Myoui, probably another fucking scolding from that cold bitch. If you didn't need the money, you wouldn't be working this damn job. Sure, it's a pretty high position: Personal Assistant to the CEO of Myoui Tech Enterprises, but you don't care about anything but the high four-figure salary. There's always a lot to do, but who cares? You're getting paid anyway, whether you do it or not.

You push open the wooden doors to the CEO's office. Your boss, Myoui Mina, sits at her desk, typing on her laptop. She closes the laptop when you enter and rises from her chair.

"Take a seat at my desk, Assistant."

You grumble and take the seat. Whatever she has for you probably has no value anyway. Another scolding, probably. Who gives a fuck?

Mina slides her blazer off her shoulders, draping it over her chair. She's dressed in a white long-sleeved dress shirt, tucked into black dress pants. She would look kind of hot if she wasn't such a bitch.

"I called you here to talk about your performance today. You've been causing me a lot of stress lately."

Fucking shit. Another damned scolding. You're fucking tired of it.

"Your performance is not up to par, and as your direct superior, I cannot have that on me."

Mina undoes the buttons to her long sleeves as well as the top button holding her collar together.

"Your bad performance reflects badly on me, and on yourself. You're an adult and you still can't do your job properly."

She sighs.

"Tell me, Assistant. How should I deal with you?"

You only answer with an annoyed grunt. You know that Mina is aware you feel this is a waste of time. You're doing enough as is anyway reading whatever emails she sends you and answering some of them if you feel like it. It's not like she doesn't have another PA. In fact, the other PA does so much that you might as well be out of a job. You definitely can afford to slack off.

"If all you do around here is nothing of value, then you deserve to be fired. What do you say?"

What the fuck?

No. No, you can't. You need the money.

"Perhaps I should really consider it. Minjeong can do all of your work anyway."

No!

"No, Ms Myoui! I can't lose this job! I'll do better, I promise! I'll do anything!"

"I've given you so many chances. Each time you have stressed me out and disappointed me. What makes this time different?"

Mina turns around to walk to the back of her office, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows. The light of the afternoon sun shines through, the brightness shining around her body as she casts a shadow on the carpet.

"I'll do anything, Ms Myoui. I cannot lose this job. I'll make sure I do better. Anything. I'll do anything."

"Are you sure?"

Mina untucks her shirt from her pants. Her outfit seems to get more casual throughout, but you don't have time to care about that. You can't lose this job!

"Yes, I'm sure, Ms Myoui."

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1,065 notes - Posted March 22, 2022

#3

After School Anal

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Part 1 here!

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"Take these clothes off me, dear. I want to be naked."

Karina pulls your hands to her bunched-up skirt. Even after getting her pussy fucked and her face blasted with cum, she still wants more. A real go-getter, an overachiever, this girl. Good thing you're exactly the same type as her. 

A short tug has the hem fall from her waistband. Another tug has the article of clothing fall from her hips to the floor. She kicks it aside, and she pulls her shirt down. 

"What're you waiting for, dear? Strip me."

Your hands follow immediately. Karina helps you pull her blouse off her, and when she throws her shirt aside, you take the time to ogle her beautiful breasts again. Fuck, she's got the best body in school—her big breasts unable to be hidden under that uniform, her thighs thick and full, and a tight pussy as well as a cute ass always worth fucking.

Karina turns to her bag to fish out the ever-familiar bottle of lube. 

"You know what to do. The question is, dear, how would you like me today? On the table, spread for you, or bent over and fucked from the back?"

Both choices are fucking tempting—you're already so hard at the thought of anal sex with Karina, and now that you get to choose how you'd like to fuck her… 

"I want you on the table. You're too pretty not to watch being fucked."

"Aww, thank you, dear. On my back it is, then."

Karina climbs atop the teacher's desk nearby. She lies back on it as she spreads her legs wide open, her two fuckholes exposed right to your eyes. 

"Lube it up nice and thick, dear, and fuck me until you cum inside this tight ass."

One long squeeze fills your hand with lube. You run it all over your shaft, every inch slathered in the substance, before you coat one digit with more of it. Karina takes in a sharp breath when she feels your finger run over her asshole. 

"Go on, dear. Lube me up."

You push against her ass, and Karina relaxes, her ass easily taking your finger in. You work in a knuckle and spread the lube around her insides, gently working your finger in all the way. Bit by bit, Karina's ass works to engulf your finger, and she moans at the pleasurable intrusion paired with her own ministrations on her clit. Karina rubs her own clit slowly as you lube her up, a slight smile gracing her beautiful features. 

"Done, dear? Ready to fuck this top girl's ass?"

"You know I am, Karina."

Both of you groan when you place your tip at her ass and push into her. Karina's ass feels just as good as the first time you fucked it—you've fucked her in every hole so many times now, and it still feels amazing. You're thankful for this arrangement between you and her—both of you were top students with just as much interest in sex as much as studies, which just meant you two were meant to work together and fuck each other. This arrangement definitely benefits the both of you a lot—less stress, more sex, and you're both steadfast friends at the end of it anyway. 

"Fuck me, dear," Karina reiterates, "Fill my ass with cum."

Her words, not yours. You begin to fuck her ass, your hands shifting to Karina's calves to spread her legs open. All of her body is exposed to your eyes: her beautiful features taken by pleasure, her jiggling breasts with every thrust, and her pretty pussy, juices leaking out of it with every rub of her clit. You know how much Karina gets turned on with anal, and with her masturbating during anal sex with you, you know it wouldn't take long for her to cum. You probably could last a little longer, but you doubt you would anyway, with a full view of Karina having sex. You're so fucking attracted to her that you wouldn't resist cumming in her tight ass at the first opportunity. 

"Faster, dear, mmf~!"

You oblige, your thrusts growing in tempo and some force. A loud moan and Karina's hand moving faster in time with your thrusting has you smiling—she's loving it as much as you do. 

"Fuck, your ass is so tight, Karina…"

"And—oh, God!—And you're so fucking thick, ugh, fuck! You—You fuck me so fucking good—agh, fuck~!"

Karina slides her hand downwards, and she spreads her pussy open with her middle and ring fingers. 

"Look at me, dear—oh!—just l-look at how wet I am."

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1,198 notes - Posted July 17, 2022

#2

SQUIRT-005—"My Classmate Fucks Me All Over School And Creampies Me Multiple Times As I Squirt Everywhere For Him"

Or… y'know,

Bucket List 5

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Genres: Exhibitionism/Public Sex, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Squirting, Degradation, Daddy Kink.

Big thanks to @worldsover and @ggidolsmuts for editing and proofreading.

For @co-reborn and the ONCEs that have waited six months.

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You lie semi-awake in wonder at what happened throughout the past twenty-six, maybe seven hours. Nayeon rests beside you, cuddled up tight against your body, dead asleep from the exhaustion of an overnight sex marathon. Originally, you intended to leave Nayeon to sleep alone on her bed while you took the couch, but well…

"We're fucking having sex on the regular, Pervert. You can definitely lie next to me and sleep. Now go the fuck to bed. I'm tired too, y’know?"

Maybe you could get used to this—but only if she were yours.

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Nayeon approaches you after class and pulls you to the side. She has a collared shirt on, red coloring the trimmings on her sleeve. A small tie hangs around her neck, and she finishes off the outfit with a blue skirt that barely reaches mid-thigh.

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1,660 notes - Posted February 21, 2022

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After School Activities

"Ah, ah, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Karina's body rocks softly with every thrust you send in her. String after string of curses erupt from her open mouth, broken up by sharp moans and whines ever so often. She balances on one leg, supported by one of your arms around her slim, tight body. Her other leg is held up by your other arm, and you silence her curses into moans with a crash of your lips to hers. Your tongue swirls against hers in a show of passion. 

Both you and Karina are in various states of undress. Karina's skirt is bunched up around her waist, panties discarded long ago in her haste to get straight to sex with you. Her uniform top is pulled up above her chest, her bare breasts pressed against your chest. You have your uniform shirt undone, pants and boxers flung to some obscure corner of the classroom you're in. Neither of you could care less about where your different articles of clothing are—both of you're too busy enjoying sex with each other to care. 

"Oh fuck, you feel so good like that, fuck~!"

Slow thrust after slow thrust has your cock spearing deep into Karina's tight pussy over and over. Slick spills all over Karina's thighs and all over your cock, each entry into your partner reapplying a new coat of her arousal on your hard shaft every time.

"God, fuck, that pussy always feels so fucking good…"

You busy yourself with leaving marks on her neck. You know she hates having to work so hard cover them up, but ironically, she loves being marked just like that during sex. 

"That's right—gah, fuck!—you love this top tier pussy, mm? Nnn—agh!—No one can… can c—pffh—compare to me, right? You don't have to answer; I already kn—"

"You're fucking right, Karina. I love your pussy. I fucking love your pussy. I love touching it, I love eating it, and I love fucking it."

With the end of your sentence, you begin to speed up your thrusts. Slow and steady becomes fast and hard, and Karina's body jerks with every hard smack of your crotch against hers. Her volume increases as well, moans higher in pitch as you begin to fuck her just the way she likes. 

"Oh God oh God oh God, just like that, fuck me just like that! Agh—fuck!—fuck this top student pussy just like that! Ffff—ah!—Fuck me with that cock, make me… make me squirt all over you!"

No reply needed—actions speak louder than words anyway. You lift her leg even higher, and you keep your thrusts short, fast, hard. Another torrid kiss shared, and you grunt into the kiss just as she whines and moans with you. You can feel Karina get tighter and wetter at the sound of the loud wet claps of sex echoing around the empty classroom right now, and you know she's just thinking of how naughty both of you were—thee two top students of this school meeting up after classes for sex regularly to "de-stress" under the pretense of studying together. Little do all the students and teachets know about what truly goes on after school.

"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm cumming, I'm—ah!"

You pull yourself out of Karina and drop to your knees. Karina leans back against some tables, and with two fingers, you plunge deep into her tight cunt and begin fingerfucking her used pussy. 

"Oh, oh, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK!"

Karina squeals and bucks when squirt gushes out of her orgasming pussy, her body taken by the throes of peak sexual pleasure. You feel her pussy contract tightly around your fingers with every messy spray of squirt fucked straight out of her. Clear showers of Karina's juices rain all over the floor beneath her as it runs down the skin of your arm, down her legs, and gushes straight out with every buck. She makes a mess of the classroom with your help, and when you pull out of her, hand and arm drenched, Karina immediately falls to her knees in front of you after you stand up. Without any warning, she takes your cock in her hand, and she pumps it hard to push you closer and closer to your orgasm.

"Are you gonna cum, hmm? Gonna cover me in cum? Do it. Cum all over my pretty face. You know you want to."

"Shit, fuck, take it, take it all, fuck!"

With an increasingly loud growl, hot white semen bursts out of your cock all over Karina's divine features. Rope after rope of semen erupts all over Karina's open, waiting mouth, over her sharp nose, over her closed eyes. You paint the girl beneath you in a thick sheen of white semen—six, seven, eight shots of cum leaving her with your seed dripping down her face, her chin, on her uniform, some of it even clinging to her breasts. The last drops fall right into Karina's mouth—she wraps her lips around your tip and sucks it straight out of you before releasing you with a loud "Pop!".

Both of you pant in exhaustion while basking in the afterglow of the sex. You sink to the floor, cock pulsing while Karina scoops your cum off her face and eats it off her fingers as if it were a delicacy—slow, long licks of her digits, each swipe collecting every drop of cum on her skin, all while staring straight at you while she drinks you in, her bedroom eyes inviting you in for Round 2. 

"How about one more, dear? I have an asshole you haven't fucked…"

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