#GIRL YOU NEED TO STOP CRYING SO MUCH WITH ALL THAT MASCARA PLEASE-
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someone on retrospring a while back sent me this saying, "fun fact, in the OG sprites Natsuhi is the character with the most eyeliner/mascara" using Eva as a comparison.
we need to start drawing fanart of Natsuhi crying with her mascara running now, it's the truth we deserve to see
#umineko#natsuhi ushiromiya#natsuhi#eva#her eyeliner game on point#on a more serious note a very fun little detail to notice#i think i remember i said a couple years ago in another ask how i thought Natsuhi probably wouldn't know much about makeup beyond the basic#''what a woman is expected to wear'' but i was WRONG#GIRL YOU NEED TO STOP CRYING SO MUCH WITH ALL THAT MASCARA PLEASE-#YOU'RE GONNA LOOK SO STUPID...!!!!#my posts
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⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. your bestfriend, satoru, sends your cheating boyfriend a rather explicit video of the two of you as revenge.
tags. best friend!gojo satoru x female reader. smut, pwp. dōggy style. dirty talk. crēampie. reader gets called ‘pretty, angel, baby’. cheating. consensual fīlming. anon req.
“mmshiit, should’ve fucked you long time ago,” satoru hisses, his hips stuttering against the plump flesh of your ass. he’s unable to stop himself now that he’s got his pretty best friend underneath him—in a sinful position he has only had wet dreams of.
one moment you’re crying because of your cheating boyfriend and the next you’re getting your guts rearranged by your bestfriend who comforted you through it all.
your mascara stains satoru’s pillow, your drool doing the exact same. you’re acting like a total slut for his cock, mewling for him to give you more, to give it to you faster and harder. all of which is caught on tape.
“yeah? want more, baby?” satoru coos as he holds up your phone with one hand. his other one is gripping the side of your hip—keeping your ass perked up so he can continue hitting that right spot inside of your greedy cunt. the white-haired man snickers behind the camera, “c’mon—tell your boyfriend just how much y’ need your best friend’s cock.”
you know satoru’s filming himself hitting it from the back. it’s nasty, but it only serves to excite you. you know your ‘boyfriend’ will be enraged once he receives the erotic video from you. he’s never liked satoru neither, always preventing you two from meeting each other. which was a red flag by itself.
you’ll show that hypocritical bastard.
“need more, ‘toru, please—” you babble, your voice muffled by the pillow. your body jerks with each hard thrust. every move is made with precision, with the intention of pleasuring you until your insides remember the shape of his dick only, “fuckk, ‘tis too big.”
satoru grins smugly. you’re basically admitting that he’s way bigger than that excuse of a man you’re dating. his ego gets a huge boost and it shows when he drives his throbbing cock deeper into your tight cunt.
“awwh, i know, but i bet my sweet girl can take it,” your best friend encourages you through a raspy voice. the fact that he called you his ‘sweet girl’ drives you insane. your pussy squeezes around his cock in response.
satoru’s eyes nearly roll back from the way you’re gripping him. he moves his other hand around your hips until his fingertips find your clitoris. he over stimulates you until you’re crying of pleasure.
you end up clenching around his fat dick even more. it feels like you’re trying to snap his cock in half with how much you’re sucking him in. there’s not a chance of it slipping out of you.
satoru moans loudly without any shame, letting both you and your boyfriend - who’d watch the video later - know how much he enjoys pounding your cunt like it’s actually his; “y’re so fucking tight. you sure your boyfriend’s been fucking you?”
you feel embarrassed by how much you’re enjoying his dirty talk. satoru’s drilling his cock into you so well to the point that you’ve forgotten all about the intimacy you shared with your cheating boyfriend. it was nothing compared to how satoru is treating you right this moment.
the white-haired man continues, still not believing that he’s finally living out his dreams. your body is heaven to him. satoru can’t help but whimper at the feeling your pussy sucking him in so desperately, “feels like your pussy hasn’t had any dick in a good while.”
the way you’re basically screaming into the pillow is enough evidence to confirm that your boyfriend has never fucked you properly at all. that delicious arch of your back, that ass of yours bouncing back on his pelvis in circles. . . satoru just knows it.
you hiccup and try to speak. you know your boyfriend is going to see the video and that only drives you to be more vocal than you already are. you’re going to get revenge and you’re going to make it as painful as possible.
“y-yeah,” you agree with satoru’s words. your words are basically slurred—too cockdrunk to properly talk. you lift your head up for a second to breathe and continue your whiny babbling between moans, “he’s n-never fucked me as well as you—ngh!”
your voice is perfect. everything about you is. satoru isn’t sure if he’ll even last long like this. he wants to claim you as his girl already. he wants to thrust his cum as deep as he can inside of you so you’ll only think of him.
“poor, poor baby,” satoru pouts and rubs your ass gently as he watches it bounce back at him with every thrust. the view is hypnotising. he cannot grasp the fact that your boyfriend fumbled such an amazing girl like you, “it’s okay. i’ll make it up to ya, mhm? i’ll treat you like a real man would.”
you nod and whimper in agreement, which gives satoru the green light. you’re going to be his at the end of this session. he’s going to claim you as his—finally—after all those years.
you feel yourself start to tremble. you feel tingly all over and your moans are getting louder. the curve in satoru’s dick is making your mind go blank. it makes his tip hit the deepest spots inside you, the right spots. you’re desperately searching for that sweet release.
“aht, aht, angel,” satoru clicks his tongue whilst deepening the arch of your back. his fingers trace the shape of your spine, feeling you shiver from the touch as he pounds you silly. “hold it in, yeah? need you to cum for me when i do. wanna fill this cunt to the brim.”
you try to hold on the best you can. after a couple more thrusts, satoru’s breath turns shaky and his noises turn into whimpers—a sign that he’s on the edge, “fuck fuck fuck fuck! baby- ‘m gnna cum!”
you gasp and your body spasms and squirms as you reach your climax at the exact same time. you feel your cunt being flood with spurts of semen. it’s so much—as if satoru’s been storing all of it just for you.
“there there. such a good girl,” satoru sighs and pulls out of you after making sure that you’ve settled down. he takes his dick out as slowly as possible, pointing the camera right at the lewd sight. his entire length is coated with a mixture of your slick and his white cum.
you shiver at the feeling of being left empty. satoru soothes you by pushing his cum back into your pussy with two long fingers. he films the entire process, focusing on your stuffed hole for a few seconds before putting the phone up.
satoru points the back camera at the both of you, getting the entire view of the messy bed. he grins and puts a peace sign up—ending the video with a mocking yet cold smile that’s directed to the man who’s going to be watching this video soon, “should’ve treated her better.”
oh, your boyfriend is going to be fuming. deserved..
#sttoru writes.#jjk smut#jjk x reader#gojo smut#gojo satoru smut#gojo x reader#gojo x you#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#gojo x y/n#divider by benkeibear
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Not my fault
pairing: sub!Felix x dom!fem!Reader
tw: jealousy ; smut ; mutual masturbation (m!rec) ; mommy kink ; cock slapping ; orgasm denial ; begging ; overstimulation ; there are safe-words between Felix and reader but they don’t use them
w/c: 922
a/n: this is just a thought I had about Felix a couple of days ago remembering those smut audios of whiny lixie that make me damn hot. and wanted to share it with you. This is literally just pure smut, so I had no idea how to title it lmao. You’ll understand the title reading one of the paragraphs; literally, it’s just one paragraph (not that the whole thing is that long lol), the rest is smut, but it makes sense anyways, so.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Felix didn’t think it would end like this. With him sitting on the edge of your bed and you kneeling between his legs, your hand moving skilfully up and down his length.
His eyes are filled with tears that haven’t yet fallen. They’re tears of pleasure, or perhaps irritation. He doesn’t even know.
His cock is hot, wet, and it feels almost swollen. Pre-cum drips from its tip, which you occasionally collect and spread along its length.
“S-sweetheart…” his voice is low and trembling, but he doesn’t use his deep voice —it wouldn’t come out as sexy and dominant as he’d like, only desperate.
You interrupt him immediately, “Oh no, don’t try to sweet-talk me now,” you tighten your grip around his cock, and he whines at both the gesture and your words. “You won’t come until I let you.”
A sob escapes his throat, and he feels tears might start streaming from his eyes any moment.
His moans become louder as he feels that immense pleasure building up in his abdomen, only to be taken away just before it completely takes over. You remove your hand from his cock, and he cries out, pushing his hips up into the air instinctively with heavy breaths, feeling his release slipping away.
His mascara is ruined because of his eyes that had been closed too tightly, and now there are black dots on his cheeks above his freckles.
As soon as he lowers his hips onto the bed, you reattach your hand to his cock, and he moans obscenely and thrusts up into your palm, but you detach it after a few strokes.
“P-please,” he whimpers looking at you, “Please, mommy please,” he chokes on a sob.
You give his dick a light slap, making him gasp, “Stop talking and take it,” you start fisting his cock vigorously again, and Felix throws his head back, closing his eyes and feeling small tears forming at the outer corners of his eyes.
Breathy moans leave his throat. His face contorts from the slight pain that the tight grip of your hand causes on his sensitive cock.
When he feels his climax approaching, he expects you to remove your hand, but that doesn’t happen. Instead, you warn him.
“You won’t come until I allow you, understood? And stop being whiny.” Felix feels like crying. He squirms to escape your touch and tries everything to hold it in. But it’s difficult after all the times he’s been denied to come.
“Y/n— mommy please I can’t, please stop—” he wants to be good, he really wants to; in fact, he keeps his hands in place without moving them to stop you or, earlier, to touch himself, just as you told him; but it’s too hard for him right now. His hands clench into fists, gripping the sheets in his palms, and he takes deep breaths, trying to resist as much as possible and hoping that you’ll allow him to come soon.
Because he promised you he would be a good boy for you, after you two got home and you got angry because he talked to a girl who was hitting on him. “I didn’t realise, I promise you.” he said, but that didn’t sweep away your jealousy, so you forced him to stay still where he is and take what you give him because next time he needs to pay more attention to the people he talks to.
But it’s too much for him.
“Fuck…” he breathes, “I’m… I’m so sorry, I can’t,” the tight knot in his stomach grows tighter as pre-cum oozes from his tip, caught by your palm and used as lube, your hand not stopping its movements. “Fuck, fuck, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I can’t hold it, please mommy—” he cries and his hips begin to move back and forth, thrusting into your palm.
“Lix…” you try to get his attention but he’s too lost in pleasure to really pay attention or answer you.
“Mmmmh fuck I’m cumming, fuckfuckfuck oh my god— fuck mommy, I’m cumming—” he whimpers openly, his voice breaking. His head is thrown back while his hips keep moving and you milk him dry. Ropes of cum spurt in your hand and shirt —the only thing you’re wearing—, and a little also finishes on your chin
Lewd moans leave his lips, and he would be embarrassed if he weren’t fucking coming after being denied for so long. Other people probably heard it, but he couldn’t care less at the moment.
His body trembles as he comes down from his high.
You detach your hand and wipe it on the sheets.
“You can’t even follow a simple rule, can you?” you scold him. He tries to steady his breathing, but you don’t give him the chance. You climb onto his lap, and he looks at you with wet eyes.
"Do you think I’ll let you get away with it? You need to be punished for not following the rules."
When your words sink into his head, he looks at you with alarmed eyes, “Y-Y/n…”
Suddenly, you grasp his cock in your hand again, making him flinch and gasp from the overstimulation. You align him with your warm and wet entrance, then sink down on it, moaning as you’re finally filled. Felix groans in pain and grips your hips tightly, as if trying to keep you in place and not let you move.
“Now I’ll ride you, and you won’t move or let a word out of your mouth, understood?”.
#stray kids#lee felix#felix x reader#felix x reader smut#sub skz#sub felix#stray kids smut#felix smut#felix hard hours
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"crying while im cumming." | jack thurlow
in my feelings. - lana del rey
summary: title says it all
sub!female!reader x dom!jack
contents: no plot, mirror sex, slight degradation.
not proofread
your cheeks were completely strained with tears. your breaths had turned into shaky whimpers. your knuckles going slightly pale from you gripping the bedsheets for so long.
you and jack had been going at it for hours, your pussy sore and swollen from being abused by jack's dick. but youd be lying if you said you didnt love every minute of it.
you put your head back into the pillow, soaking it with your tears and drool, earning you a hard slap on the ass from jack, who was still pounding into you from behind with no intention of stopping.
you whimpered at the sharp sting on your rear. you had been in this doggystyle position for at least an hour, but you were addicted to the feeling of being used as jacks little fucktoy, so you couldnt complain.
"look up." jack says in a raspy voice as he quickens his thrusts. he grabs a handful of your hair and pulls it, forcing you to look at the mirror in front of you.
"yeah... look at you... such a pathetic little whore for my cock." jack only got more pleasure seeing how you got when you were under his control. he landed another hard slap on your ass, causing you to whimper again.
you look at your reflection as jack pounds into you. your mascara is running, your cheeks are red and your hair is a mess. jack groaned in pleasure as he saw you in this state.
"yeah... such a pretty girl..." he grins, putting one of his hands around your neck. the sound of flesh clapping gets louder, along with jack's moans. you put your head back into the pillow to muffle the sound of your sobs.
"look how pathetic you get just from me fucking you..." he tightens his grip on your hips, using his other hand to rub quick circles on your sore clit.
your eyes rolled back at this sensation. jack looked at your face through the mirrors reflection. just the sight of you like this was enough for jack to feel his orgasm nearing.
"a-ah... fuck... you wanna cum now, princess?" his voice is a little shaky, his cock twitching inside of you.
you nod furiously, earning you another slap. "use your words." you choke out a sob. "p-please..! let me cum... i-i need it!" you begged, tears rapidly streaming down your cheeks.
"good girl. cum for me, princess. cum all over my cock." jack quickens his pace and continues rubbing your clit, causing your needy cunt to tighten around his length. you cried out as you reached your climax.
you felt a shiver goes through your spine as the orgasm travelled through your body. your heart was beating quickly and your whole body was shaking with an overwhelming sense of pleasure.
as soon as you came, jack pulled out and stroked his cock until he came all over you back with a loud moan. he released all his load on your ass and back.
he let out a groan as he emptied himself all over you, enjoying the sight of you painted with his cum.
you rolled onto your side, panting as you come down from your high. jack rests beside you, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.
"you're perfect, angel. i love you so much." he whispers quietly. you smile as he wraps his arms around you, taking in all your beauty.
author's note: this was a little rushed, but i hope you all liked this one! requests are open.
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THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND
Pairing- Ethan Landry x f!reader
Summary- Loving Ethan was the death of your peace of mind.
Warnings- toxic relationship, stalking, religious undertones, non-con/dub-con themes idk lmk if there anything else
⊱ ────── {⋅. ✯ .⋅} ────── ⊰
Loving Ethan Landry was the worst mistake of your life. When you came to Blackmoore with your friends for college you thought life couldn’t get any better or worse. Until you met Ethan. He was never the perfect boyfriend but who could be?. He said he loved you so much it made him crazy, maybe he did, but you grew to hate him all the same, the lines blurring together.
Till one day you couldn’t take it anymore, your mascara smuged from all the crying you had done you gathered your things from Ethans apartment and left him a note.
‘Ethan, I’m so sorry but I can’t do this anymore’
Leaving it for him to find you rush to a taxi and to the apartment you bought under the table, Ethan would never know.
Except he did, not that you knew he did. He knew his sweet girl would try to leave him, but he wouldn’t let her, he couldn’t. So he let her sneak around, purchase that sham of an apartment, he watched her cry those sweet tears he loves to watch fall contemplating whether she should leave or go, hell he even let her get all of her things from their apartment and leave. He followed her hiding in the shadows with his mask and blade. Obviously he would never hurt her, only make her a little brain turn to mush.
You started to unpack feeling a little bit free, a little weight took off your shoulders. But still you felt as if a shadow was watching your every move. You felt as if envious eyes were boring i to your soul, so you turned around. Your windows were open yes, but you lived on the third floor and the apartment complex next to yours are vacant, no one lives there.
You bite your bottom lip and goosebumps rise from your skin, “No ones watching you.” You whisper to yourself, but for extra precaution you close the blinds to the curtain and finish unpacking.
But as days went on you still felt those eyes, the stare filled with envy breaking your skull in two. And soon you started seeing thing, ghost face sneaking in your peripheral and when you go to scream, to call the police, or to turn to catch it, it disappears. You felt crazy, you felt unsafe, you wanted Ethan. You never thought you’d want him after the things that had happened between you two. But now you needed him more than ever.
The more you waited the more you saw ghost face, then you heard him. Especially at night you could hear his harsh steps in the hallway, hear his knife scrapping the wall gently, you could have sworn that one night you saw his dark eyes shine in the shining moonlight.
You couldn’t eat, sleep, even breath without the sickening feeling off those dark eyes watching you. You could hear him in the walls, in the floors, everywhere. No where was safe.
You sat on your knees in front of your bedroom window, in you black nightie and only the dim light the moon grants you, your hands were stuck together holding a rosary as you kept your eyes closed. Your breaths were shaken as you could feel the devils eyes on you, on your body.
You could feel tears of fear pool in your eyes, your lips part and two word slips out as you open your eyes wide blown with fear as a tear falls free, “Please… stop.” And then the air in your throat becomes restricted as you feel a large leather-covered hand chokes you. And you felt a sharp point slid against you making you freeze from your action of trying to free yourself.
You look down and see the gleam of a dagger, you open your mouth to gasp but the restricted hand around your neck kept you from it. Your head began to spin due to the lack of oxygen just as you were on the brink of passing out the hand let go, gasping in air greedily before anything else happens.
The hand moves from your throat to your hair yanking it till you get to your feet, you dropped your rosary as he slung you to the bed, the attacker looks at you and you see it, ghost face. Your heart sunk and you tried to get off the bed but he raised their hand, pointing his knife at you stopping any of your antics to escape.
Then he looks at the ground and then t you tilting his masked head he picks the object he was looking at, your rosary. “Put it on.” A deep, familiar voice said from behind the mask. And then it sunk in and just as you go to speak he reaches for the mask dropping it and it seems your life had became a nightmare.
Ethan was ghostface, Ethan was stalking you. He knew everything.
His face had a twisted, sick expression on it with a grin on his face. He gives you the rosary and your hands, shaking put it around your neck. You refuse to meet his eyes but his covered hand caresses the side of your face and then goes in your hair, yanking it up making you look at him.
More tears fell and his smile just got more sinister. His face crept closer and his tongue flattened against your cheek licking the fresh fallen tears. Biting his bottom lip a low groan comes from his chest and shivers run up your back as you remember all of the times you and him were together. The way he used to whisper your name into your name, how your nails would dig into his back so hard sometime you drew blood. And then you remember how he isolated you cause he ‘loved’ you so much.
“You left,” he whispered darkly, his grip tightening around your hair making you hiss in pain. “E- I—‘m sorry I just—“ He cuts you off with a swift pull of your hair, you try to pull away but it just make the pain worse. “Couldn’t do it anymore, yeah I read the note, but the problem is,” he was talking through clenched teeth as he straddled you keeping you down.
“I never fucking asked you what you could or could not take, now your never going to fucking leave me again.” He gritted tapping the knife against your cheek. “You had no idea i was on to you the second you bought this shit show of an apartment, I even let you leave, bet when i showed up with the mask you were so scared you started wanting me huh?”
You look away in shame and embarrassment but pulled right back when he pulled your hair harshly once again.
He let go off your hair and his hands gripped your thighs making your eyes go wide in alert and you tighten them, but E was to strong he pulled tour legs apart and your night dress fell open showing your matching black underwear. He shifts his body until his head is stuffed between your thighs, kissing your pussy, whispering how he would never let you go again.
As much as you think needed him, you didn’t want him anymore. You thrashed your legs, getting one of your legs free you give him a quick kick to the face. “Ah, shit.” he groaned, he was distracted.
Giving you just enough time to run put of your room and straight through the living room, only mer steps away from the door you smile with hope.
But the hope quickly disintegrated as someone pulled you back, not someone, Ethan. He was always there, he will always be there. You cry aloud as he through you next to the coffee table in the living room. Straddling your hips making sure you can’t move this time, you look at him and he has fire in his eyes, his teeth and mouth stained red probably from you kicking him in the face.
He grips your shoulders lifting your back off the ground a little shaking you with every single one of his words, “Quit fucking running!” He seethes and you all you did was sob, wanting it all to stop, wanting to go back in time. His breathing was ragged as one of his hands goes up to your face grabbing your face, he tilts his head and smiles.
“You were always prettiest when you were crying, in agony, tears streaming down this beautiful face. As pretty as a doll, my little doll.”
You gulp as he kisses your neck, breathing in your scent. But you just take whatever he gives knowing there was no where without him.
#scream x reader#scream x you#scream smut#scream six#scream iv#ethan landry x reader#ethan landry#ethan landry x y/n#ethan landry smut#ethan landry x you#ethan landry scream
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okay i know this is not a pairing you write/draw normally
but like… pretty mountain in… idk… rain‘s pretty clothes? hed look so pretty right? those long legs in tight pants or even short skirts… mountain is circling my brain since yesterday. some eyeshadow and eyeliner to make his eyes pop… yknow?
ohhh I for sure love me some good mountrain from time to time. also tagging @forlorn-crows cause i know u love them always heheh
760 words, feminization but not forced, babygirl mountain and sir rain, blow job but fade to black?
He couldn’t stop staring. Never could, Mountain too captivating of a sight, the heat in Rain’s gut made only hotter by the fact that clothes hugging the earth ghoul’s body were his. Mountain knew exactly what he was doing, having a specific goal in mind. Each and every one of his packmates had their own way of taking someone out of their head and this time he craved Rain’s personal brand. And after all these years together, he knew exactly what buttons to push.
Mountain had taken a long shower, shaving nearly his whole body, covering himself in a floral scented lotion, making his skin soft and shimmering. He’d used a dark eyeliner on the lashlines of his eyes, adding a bit of black but sparkly eyeshadow to blend it out, and topping it with a mascara. The one he’d known would leave pretty streaks on his cheeks when he’d start crying. He’d finished the look with a deep red lipstick, one that smudges.
Like that—body wrapped in a fluffy robe, hiding the lingerie he’d also put on—he’d slinked into Rain’s bedroom, diving into his closet for one specific dress. Once he got it and put it on, Mountain laid himself out on the water ghoul’s bed, knowing that he should walk into it just–
“Mounty? What– Oh,” Rain stumbled over his words, taking in the image of the ghoul all dolled up and waiting for him. He cleared his throat, getting over the initial surprise, and went right to it. “I see my good girl has decided to pay me a visit, hm?”
Mountain didn’t speak, only blushing at Rain’s words even though he had expected them. Wanted them.
“Yeah, she has,” the water ghoul smirked, stalking closer. “What do you need from me today, sweet girl?”
“Wanna– I wanna suck your cock,” the earth ghoul mumbled, shy all of a sudden. His eyes flashed, as if remembering something. “S– sir.”
“Good girl,” Rain praised and crawled over him on the bed, trapping Mountain’s much bigger form under him. It was truly amazing how Rain could make him feel so small and delicate. The water ghoul leaned down to drag his nose up Mountain’s neck, inhaling deeply his sweet scent.
“You’ll get it, baby,” he whispered into his ear before pulling away. “All dolled up and pretty for me. I bet you’re hiding something real nice under that dress of mine, too, yeah?”
Mountain nodded, swallowing thickly. He looked up at Rain through his lashes, accentuated by the mascara, and the water ghoul felt his rapidly chubbing up cock kick. He placed a hand just over the other’s knee and started slowly dragging it upwards, smirking at him shivering.
Soon enough he found delicate lace stretching over Mountain’s cock, damp already. “There it is. I’ll play with it later, but first…”
Rain straightened up, smiling at the earth ghoul’s blissed out expression, his pretty face, eyes as big as ever with the makeup, and his lips, all red and full. Rain opened his pants, just enough to pull out his dick, sighing as he loosely wrapped his hand around it. As soon as Mountain saw it, he started salivating, needing the water ghoul to shove his perfect cock into his mouth and down his throat.
Yet all Rain did was stroke himself slowly, up and down, twisting his hand at the head and letting out a soft sigh fall from his lips.
Mountain was hungry. “Sir, please.”
“Don’t you worry, babygirl. Just getting it all nice and hard for you.” With that he scooted forward, coming to straddle the earth ghoul’s chest instead of his legs. Mountain went cross eyed, not being able to look away from the cock just in front of his face, yet so far.
Rain cupped his cheek, thumb gently running over his cheekbone and Mountain barely managed to not lean into the touch with a purr. Instead, he let his tongue loll out of his mouth as both an invitation and a plea.
The water ghoul obliged, closing that last tiny bit of distance and laying the head of his cock on Mountain’s pink tongue. He moaned immediately when the taste of Rain’s pre hit him, eyes squeezing shut as he struggled against his need to swallow the whole shaft down right away.
“There we go, my good girl, so patient,” Rain cooed over him, running his fingers through the shiny auburn strands. “You’ve earned it, you can choke on it if you so wish.”
And, oh, did Mountain wish.
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it’s a scream, baby!
♡ pairing- ghostface!steve x afab!reader x ghostface!eddie
♡ summary- hawkins had some serial killers on the loose, who would’a known that you’d be their victim.
♡ includes- SMUT, non-con, dark!steve, dark!eddie, knife play, blood play??, degradation/praise, cunnilingus, not a lot of plot, goes 0-100 on the smut real quick, i’m sorry, them being passive aggressive assholes, basically steddie use you right before they decide to kill you.
♡ a/n- if any of these warnings makes you uncomfortable, please do not read. let me know if you’d like a little part two with like penetration and stuff !
♡ ps, i swear to god, i’ll stop writing fics about pussy eating cuz i know i do it way too much. ITS A WEAKNESS, I’M SORRY!!!
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
The room was a mess, the cushions that once sat perfect and pristine upon the couch had been torn— a flurry of springs and crumbly foam fluttered across the room and the few lamps that stood pride and place in every corner had toppled over, the pretty stained-glass shades smashed to teeny little pieces and stuck to the fibres of the carpet beneath you, jagged and shiny, digging into your palms from the constant clawing you inflicted to the floor. The glass drew blood, slicing through your fingertips and pooling into the crevices of your palms, though it was nothing compared to the wound that throbbed and spluttered in the top of your right thigh.
He had stabbed you— he’d do anything to get you to stay, at least that’s what he’d told you while he drove his jagged knife into the muscle of your thigh, moving it around while still deep inside just for good measure before he quickly pulled it back out again. The blood— oh god, the blood!
“There ya go— can’t leave us now, can you, hm?”
Eddie munson— that was who it was, straddling you and pinning you down with all of his body weight, a sadistic smile inching his lips upwards, bumping his cheeks and crinkling the corners of his black, swarming eyes.
He was a heavy suspect in the countless murders that scattered its way around Hawkins High, various teens going missing just to be found dead the very next day— but it didn’t even cross your mind someone like him, someone you thought was so harmless and misunderstood could do something so insidious and—
“What I tell you about keeping her all to yourself, Munson?”
Oh, what a shame— Stevie, your Stevie, paced the room with that stupid fucking mask hanging loosely from his wrist by the black elastic. You had only been dating for a few months, insisting on going slow, too nervous to go all the way with pretty boy King Steve, and he had told you it was fine, cooing soft and sweet into your ears and pressing innocent little kisses to your cheeks— you hadn’t a clue what was going on, what he was doing when he wasn’t with you and in the confines of your plush and pink bedroom.
God, you couldn’t stop the flurry of tears that brimmed along your lash line, fat tears running down your cheeks in haphazard blackened streaks, your mascara thick and clumped upon your wet lashes, nose all stuffy and blocked and globs of spit trickled down your throat with each time you tried to swallow the massive lump that just wouldn’t budge.
“Oh, honey, there’s no need to be upset, we’re here to take care of you.” Steve cooed, his lips were quirked just like Eddie’s, maniacal and so eerie, while he crouched down next to your struggling figure.
“Look so pretty when you cry, sweetheart, don’t listen to him-” Eddie’s voice was muffled against your neck, nosing against your pulse point and licking his tongue up the length of your neck in a fat stripe. “but you gotta stop movin’ or I’ll cut that pretty face of yours.”
Your throat constricted on its own accord, a cowering whimper fleeing your lips the moment he had started to speak, and another one soon after at the mention of using that knife again.
“Poor girl’s gone all shy-” Stevie cooed, mocking you with a pout on his lips and grazing a bloody knuckle against your puffy cheek— the tears were still ever spilling and you couldn’t bare to look him in the eyes, but he caught your face between his callused hand, causing your cheeks to squish and your lips to jut. “Come on, baby, don’t you wanna play with us?”
You started to sob, shaking your head fervently, hoping that this was all just some sick joke and it’d all be fine once you told them it wasn’t funny. But even when you shook your head, and when multiple please no’s fell from your swollen lips, the tip of the knife that Eddie grasped in a tight fist trailed along your neck, the blade resting far too comfortably against your pulse point.
“No?” So passive aggressive, lips curled into a sneer almost, and his grip around your face got tighter. “Well that’s too bad, ain’t it, honey.”
—
Your clothes had been torn to shreds, sharp slits ruining the fabric and deeming them completely useless, though the cotton of your underwear was still intact, the white stained with their bloody prints and your chest hammered at the sight.
It was a mixture of heavy petting and sloppy kisses, both tongues shoved against your own, swiping against your teeth and lips sucking crudely on your tongue— it didn’t matter to them that you didn’t kiss back. They’d make you sooner or later.
You couldn’t help the surges of arousal that pooled inside your stomach, your thighs clenching with each squeeze and caress, becoming transfixed and inebriated— something close to a Stockholm syndrome that had your mind reeling and hazy, utterly dumb and eager. A complete shift to what was before.
Oh god.
“See,” Eddie started, palm pressed against your stomach while he paused to press his mouth upon your spread thighs, biting and sucking bruises, little teeth marks littering your searing skin and it had you whimpering. “I always had a thing for ya, sweetheart.”
That knife of his was still ever-present, pressed flat underneath the palm that held you still— one wrong move and it’d start to slice…
“Such a shame we gotta get rid of you once we’re done, baby.” He wasted no time in pulling at the crotch of your underwear and successfully splitting it in two— your cunt on display and completely bare, the two killers groaning at the sight, so wet and warm, practically dripping onto the carpet. “You understand though, don’t you?”
“Such a fuckin’ whore,” Steve piped up, hand now grasped around your wrists, pressing them above your head, “hiding all this from me all along, huh, pretty girl.”
And it seemed so quick, Eddie’s mouth was on you in an instant, sloppy and uncoordinated, tongue trailing a long, swift line up your centre, finishing with a mean flick to your clit.
You struggled and wriggled in his grasp, causing the tip of the blade to pierce the skin of your stomach— only slightly, and you could barely notice the pain from Eddie’s ministrations— if anything it made your arousal surge further and you clenched around his prodding tongue.
“Thought she was a good girl, Stevie-” his voice was mumbled, muffled greatly by your pussy in his face and Steve rolled his eyes, a sneer lifting at his puffy lips.
“She is a good girl— aren’t you, honey?” One of his palms cracked upon your cheek in a sharp slap, heat blooming quickly, surging all the way down to your cunt, and of course Eddie knew with the way he fucked you with his tongue. “Just need to get it in that thick skull of yours that you ain’t gettin’ away.”
Your thighs shook, toes curling and your hands tried to hold onto something even while they were shoved above your head. It was a constant of tongue and spit, clit all engorged between his bitten lips and he was eating you like a champ— all that along with one of pretty boy Steve’s palms on your tits, kneading at the flesh and pinching your nipples— and you were getting so close, gonna— gonna cum,,
“Shit, Steve, wish you could feel her now,” he was mumbling and his lips were smacking, so obscene in the stuffy air, “fuckin’ clenching so tight—”
Your hips attempted to buck, his tongue fucking into your hole, slurping up the arousal that pooled there like a starved man and you stared up at Steve, big eyes blinking up at him, all shiny and sweet, glimmering with tears and he couldn’t help the way his cock throbbed when they began to slip down your puffy cheeks.
“Oh,” he cooed, mocking you still and leaning down to nuzzle his nose against your own, “are you gonna cum?”
Eddie hummed against you, pushing his face even deeper into your pussy, your slick dripping down his chin and you could hear him swallow you down in big, crude gulps.
You shook your head, a haze clouding your irises, your mouth agape and drooling, eyebrows furrowed into a state similar to bliss— it didn’t matter that there was a blade against your tummy and it didn’t matter about the stab wound that you had acquired, it was ridiculous, making you dizzy, all the blood loss, just heightening the perfect jolts to your clit.
“You don’t have to pretend, baby. We know you gotta cum, sweet thing.”
Shit—the way he spoke to you, all condescending and fake, but as sweet as honey, it was so confusing, and if you weren’t so inebriated from their attention, you would’ve been ashamed to say you were on the brink of exploding.
“Ask Eddie nicely,” he cooed, “need permission to cum, don’t ya, sweets?”
Your face was on fire, but you couldn’t help it, you needed to cum so badly— so desperate for it, so you blew out a breath and began to plead.
“P-please can I cum, Eddie—” you whined and crooned, fingers flexing up above you, wanting nothing more than to thread them through his tangled hair and tug him closer into your cunt.
“I don’t know, sweetheart,” he was teasing you, as if he was actually thinking about it, the bastard. “You gotta promise me you’ll be a good girl until I’m- we’re done with you.”
“Promise!” You nodded profusely, whining up at Steve too, “pretty please can I cum?”
Eddie took a glance up at Steve, awaiting the short nod he gave the metal head.
“Let her cum, Eds.” That smile was back again. The maniacal one. It did things to you, made your stomach flip and you bucked up into Eddie’s working mouth, your gaze flipping between them both.
“Can you believe it, honey? Gonna cum for Hawkins’ big bad serial killers, ain’t that somethin?” You squeezed your eyes shut, stars erupted from beneath your closed lids, sparkly and in a haze and your muscles convulsed, the fat of your thighs squished firm against either side of Eddie’s head. If you thought hard enough you probably could’ve used it as an advantage, could’ve squeezed his head so fucking hard his head popped off, but you were in too deep, nothing could stop them, not when they had you all nice and dumb and fucked out.
“Better make the most of it sweetheart, ‘cause you won’t be around to enjoy it much longer.”
Eddie continued to lap at your pussy, watching intently while you clenched around nothing, and occasionally slipping his tongue inside your fluttering hole just to sate it.
“No more,” you were whining, gasping into the stuffy air, desperate to try and lift your hips away, already overstimulated by the short nudges of his nose against your puffy clit. “Please— I can’t!”
“Oh, come on baby, don’t you wanna get fucked?” Eddie smirked from below, his pretty hair cascading over his shoulders once he smoothed it out of his face. “I know Stevie’s real excited to slip inside this pretty little virgin cunt of yours.”
The fucker had the audacity to laugh, giggling into the skin of your thighs and trying to gnaw at the chubby flesh to stifle himself.
“It’s not funny,” you were pathetic really, speech all slurred and whiny as ever, chest heaving and clit still throbbing even after all his attention.
“You’re right baby, I’m sorry, it’s not funny.” He spoke, all while laughing still, thumb and forefinger reaching up to squeeze at your cheek. Mocking you. “Have I upset you, princess? You mad at me?”
“Come on Eddie, we haven’t got all night. Pretty girl’s already getting woozy, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
He was right, you were getting woozy. Your eyelids were already starting to get all droopy and heavy, lashes fluttering and fat tears still slipped down your cheeks.
Eddie finally emerged from his little perch between your thighs, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand and leaning to press a wet kiss to your cheek.
“Such a good girl, sweetheart, not even struggling.” Your face flushed, “you ready, honey?”
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Chishiya loves it when you cry
Chishiya absolutely loves it when you cry, bite me if you think otherwise
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Doggystyle, Penetrative Sex, Creampie, Crying Kink, fem!reader
“You’re so f-fucking mean Shiya” You whined out, mascara running down your face.
Chishiya’s cock was stretching you so well you almost couldn’t comprehend how you hadn’t passed out yet. He had been bullying his thick cock into you for an hour now, and every time you got close to that peak of pleasure, he would completely pull out of you, fingers dancing along your sides to distract you from the loss of stimulation.
“If I were mean, I would leave you in this room wet and lonely” he grunted out, his thrusts punctuated with every word he said to you.
His tone sent a jolt of white-hot pleasure straight to your cunt making your eyes roll back into your head. He realized you were close by the way you were squeezing him, so obviously he pulled out again, chuckling a little as his soaked dick plopped straight up on your bruised ass.
When you wined again he tsked at you, “God your such a fucking crybaby always complaining,” he spoke.
You whimpered at his words, backing up against him, “M Sorry Shiya, won’t cry anymore!” you exclaimed desperately.
Chishiya smirked, intrigued at your words. “Will you now, you promise?”
You nodded your head feverishly, “I promise, I won’t cry I swear, just please, please put it back IN!” you cried to him. He landed a harsh slap on your ass before angling his cock back to your entrance, pushing into you again. He took his time to bottom out, making sure you felt every inch of himself sink back into you.
Your hips gently pushed back, eager for him to go back to his previous pace, only stuttering when he sighed behind you, “Greedy slut aren’t you” he sneered before grabbing onto the plush skin of your waist, fucking into you.
Chishiya’s cock was so perfect to you, it was long and fat and always managed to hit that perfect spot within you. The unlocked hotel room was filled with filthy slapping noises, Chishiya’s lower stomach, and your thighs absolutely drenched in your juices. Your thighs twitched with every hard thrust Chhisiya gave you and already, you could feel your orgasm growing within you for the umpteenth time.
“Shiya?” You moaned out.
He leaned down, thrusts never slowing to wrap a gentle hand around your neck and leave a kiss to your ears, “Hmm baby?”
“M Gonna cum so hard, please can I cum, please?”You begged.
You groaned when his hips slowed, you desperately tried to fasten his pace again but he held you firmly in place. When he heard you sniffle he squeezed around your neck a little harder, “You know the deal, better not see a single fucking tear or I’m leaving this pussy pulsing alone in this room”
The thought made your eyes widen in panic, “No no no no no, don’t stop please”
“Then stop the tears” he snapped, his hips doing the same. You felt so much more sensitive now, after all these rounds how could you not be? You had been so close, so many times all you could think about was him making you cum. Chishiya wasn’t always so rough, Most of the time he was slow and purposeful when he fucked you, making you come undone so much a few tears would fall down your face. But right now, he was being downright mean.
You had no clue why the sudden change had arrived in your room tonight, but Chishiya did. He wasn’t sure when he discovered it, you were a sensitive girl, cried after almost every game, and that never did anything for him. But when he first saw a string of tears fall from your eyes after he had eaten you out for maybe an hour too long, his dicked jumped so happily in his pants he thought he was gonna cum from the sight alone.
Today, he honestly wasn’t sure what had gotten into him but he needed to see you in tears, begging for him to give you the pleasure he knew only he could.
Looking down at your sweat-glistening figure, he slowed his thrusts down to lazy pushes into you, only speeding up as he pulled you up by your neck, gripping tightly, as he pounded into you faster than he had been.
From this angle, he was hitting so much deeper into you than before and it was driving you crazy. He slammed into that pretty spot in you so hard and so fast you could barely process the pleasure coursing through you.
Chishiya laughed as you moaned out, watching your hands open and close as he fucked so deep into you your legs would have given out if he wasn’t almost squeezing the life out of your neck.
He could feel your cunt pulling him in, it was almost getting hard to thrust into you.
As he fucked into you your moans got louder, to the point where you swore the entire beach could hear you screaming. You were getting closer and you had successfully gone without tears but of course, Chishiya couldn’t let that happen so he let his hand resting on your hip travel down to where your puffy clit eagerly perked from its hood, running the pad of his fingers over your bud in quick little circles that had your legs twitching more than they already were.
You were so close, just a little longer and you would finally see stars. The pleasure was so intense tears started swelling in your eyes and you couldn’t help how fast they were running down your face.
Chishiya smirked as he heard the sound, hips pistoning harder instinctively as he groaned. “Are you crying?”His booming voice rang out behind you. You froze, eyes widening as a flurry of apologies spilled from your mouth. “Turn around,” he demanded. You turned to face him and just as he thought tears were streaming down your makeup-smeared face.
You were petrified, you were so fucking close it almost hurt. “Please Chishiya, don’t fucking stop” you begged.
Your tone made his dick twitch inside of you, this is what he wanted, for you to be so fucking horny and desperate that all you could think of was to beg.
He knew he was going to cum soon and stopping wasn’t in his future, but the threat added to your fun, “I’ll stop if I want to” he said before fastening his circles on his clit.
With one final thrust, your orgasm hit you like a goddamn train, making you squirt all over Chishtiya like a fountain. Chishiya didn’t slow on your clit, entranced by the way you flowed all over, you’ve never cum this hard before. As Chishiya watched in awe he barely noticed he was pumping ropes and ropes of cum into your tight hole until you had squirmed away from him. The overstimulation was getting too much for you just to see his cum leaking out of you and over your soaked lips.
You plopped down on the bed in exhaustion, your boyfriend's heavy body falling on top of you. You rolled your eyes, “Get off of me, you heavy” you groaned.
He ignored you, pressing a wet kiss to the side of your cheek
“I hate it when you mean” You pouted shyly as Chishiya kissed along your neck.
Chishiya smiled against you, “I don’t know baby, your pussy says otherwise”
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pt.2 from this
warnings: power play, spit in mouth, cnc, etc. Not proofread.
you went to the hotel first. you know they will come right after the show, no time to chance at the venue. You re-do your makeup that he ruined earlier, applying a little more of blush and mascara . you want to look too damn cute for him tonight. he whispering "i will ruin you" was more than a promisse. you expect to not walk tomorrow. You choose a soft pink lingerie set, all cute lace that almost dont cover any of your skin. You hear the boys talking and you know he is coming.
He opens the door and stops, looking at your figure sitting at the edge of the bed, puppy eyeing him with plump lips. He hiss and click his tongue. "Come here baby girl", he calls you. He grabs your hand and make you turn so he can see your whole body. He let his hands cup your cheek, petting your soft skin under his thumb. His other hand grabbed your hair and pushed your head up, forcing you to look directly into his eyes. you gasp for air, opennig your mouth. He took the chance do slide his thumb inside your lips, pressing your tongue down. "You dolled up for me to ruin you? So nasty..." He spit in your open mouth without taking his eyes from yours. He close your mouth and waited you swallow it. He slided his hands in your arms, reaching your wrists, holding than soflty. "You are always so nice to me, submiting all my needs" he whispered in your eyes, licking the base right after, making you wet your pants quickly. "But today i want you to fight back". He strongly hold you wrists in your back, pushing your foward his body. You could feel his hard cock in your belly. Your tried to realease from his grip, but the squeezed harder. "You can do best" he mocked you. You tryed to free yourself from him, but he was much stronger than you. No matter how hard you try, you never (and dont want to) win.
His kiss was hungry, devouring your lips and your tongue, messing your little face with spit while your both moaning. He tossed you in the bed, stripping his clothes while walking to towering you. You tried to go to the end of the bed, away from this grip, but he pushed you back by your ankles. You let a little whimper out and he laughed a little. He trapped your body between his. Open wide legs locked by his knees, one hand holding your wrists up your head. You were hopeless underneath him. He looks at your lace pants one more time before ripped it out of you. You were dripping wet, your hole pulsating against nothing. He had a cocky smile on his face while he slammed his cock deeper inside you with one rough trust. Tears start running in your face, from pain and pleasure. "Mark please...." you crying. "please what princess? wait... not princess.. my cocksleeve" he mocked you. "please stop...". "stop?" he rammed into your faster. you squirmed trying to leave his grip. "you want me to stop?", grunted. "yes please stooop" you screamed back, crying like a baby. He felt your pussy tightening agressively around his cock, almost milking him right on the spot. In one second he manhandled you in your kness, hands behind your back, face planted on the sheets. Your mascara all ruined. He fucked you in an animal pace, wet noises from your pussy filling the room. "STOP PLEASE", you screamed louder, moaning right after, crying more from the mixture of pleasure and pain. His cock filled you deliciously, always painfully big for your little pussy. But some days he really dont care about it. He stopped for a moment, leaning over you and kissed your shoulders. The first time he's being gentle today. "color, sweetheart?" he whipered softly in your ears. "Green", you gasped. "please, harder." Your eyes made contact. His eyes rolled back in pleasure and he grunted while grabbing your hair and pressing you against his chest. All his grips in your body tighten at the point you knew they will be marked tomorrow. He trusted your little pussy faster and harder while your screamed 'please stop, stop'. The fire sensation inside your was almost consuming you. You let the tears wash the rest of your make up while you convulsing with his cock inside your walls, wetting the bed and his cock. "Fuck..." was the last thing he said before painting your walls with his white cum. He cummed so much it started dripping while his cock was still inside you. He let you go from his grip. your body limp in the beds, falling foward. He pushed his cum inside your little hole one more time with his finger before leaving to the bathroom. He comes back with a wet towel in his hands and a soft smile in his face. He rolled you to lay in your side, removing your hair thats sticky in your face. He caress your checks, leaning to kiss your forehead. He cleaned your face first and then between your legs, laying with you, letting your head rest against his naked chest. "You're gonna be the death of me, babygirl", he whispered gently, hugging your closer to him. you smiled while the sleep numbness hits you.
the next day at breakfast:
Taeyong approaches mark with a concerned face. "Can i talk to you in private?" he asked. Mark nodded and followed the leader. Taeyong looked straight into the younger's eyes. "Mark, i dont know how to start this, so i will just say it". Marks was not understanding a thing. did he do something wrong during the show that made taeyong upset? "Fuck, mark, i dont know whats going inside your head... But no is no. She is your girlfriend but it dont..." taeyong was talking to fast but mark started understand the matter now. "Oh bro, you scared me for a moment", mark laughed, leaving TY confused. "This is serious mark, you CAN'T do this things..." he was almost angry with mark at this point. "I'm sorry you had to hear us last night," mark apollogized with a soft smile, "but dont worry about her, she is fine." "WHATS WRONG WITH YOU?? she was screaming, mark!!", the older screamed furiously. "Yeah, i know... beautifully", mark looked at his with a cocky smile on his face. Taeyong gets the point. "Fuck... you two are perverts" the gasped, and then laughed with mark. "Sorry hyung. You shouldn't hear these things..." Taeyong shook his head "without joining us..." mark fitted his hyung eyes smilling. "Get you of here, mark", taeyong pushed the younger shoulders with a smile and walked away, "maybe you really should call me one day", he spoke up without looking behind. mark went to his room to tell you the news.
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No pressure for this one btw
Can I ask for a smut piece with intersex marilynthornhill video recording or taking photos of the two having sex
Movie Star || 18+ (!!)
warnings: intersex Marilyn + smut + breeding kink + dirty talk + video recording + praise + degradation + multiple orgasms (mentioned)
something super short because I'm currently on a small suspension in uni ^-^
"Come on sweet girl, I know you can fit more of me in your tiny hole" Marilyn taunted. You were on your second orgasm for the night, and you can swear you feel your girlfriends cock grow inside you.
"Fuck, that's it, take all of me-such a good cock slut" You whimpered at how she was able to push all her length inside of you.
Your walls were fluttering, clenching around her as if you're trying to milk her dry.
"M-mommy- I-it's too much!-" The white flash of her camera shined brightly on your eyes, but she didn't stop her pounding.
"Nonsense baby, your tight hole seems to say otherwise.. look, your soak is practically webbing my lower abdomen" She taunted.
You were so blissed out that even a single scream couldn't escape past your throat. Your eyes were rolled back and one of your hands grasped the silk sheet beneath you.
"Oh! Fuck!" You screamed, feeling Ms. Thornhill grab your legs with one hand and pushing them up to your chest as she started to pound you on a deeper level.
Your arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping your legs up for her.
"darling.. I could paint you white just by looking at you like this.." she panted, but not slowing down whatsoever.
"Yes, fu-fuck this pussy!-" It was a cry from pleasure at this point. Your mascara ran down the sides of your head as your legs started to shake.
You couldn't even warn her before you squirted around her cock, gushing on her.
"Je-jesus- I could make you a movie star from this.. Wouldn't you like that, pretty baby?" She focused the camera on your core, capturing her pounding you as clear liquid gushes out of your pussy.
But oh gosh, she doesn't stop. She continues to relentlessly fuck your squelching pussy dumb that your hips start to stutter upwards. "Mmph!- You feel so fucking good!" You screamed with a sob.
It hurts but feels so good at the same time. "Pl-please, c-cum.. I-I want it inside-!" By this point, you had wrapped your legs around Marilyn's waist, fucking yourself to her. "Wan-wanna cum on your dick until I can't walk!-" Marilyn moaned at your words.
You couldn't think straight. The words fell from your mouth faster than you had time to think about it.
"Aren't you mommy's perfect princess. Look at you using your words." She chuckled, pulling back and slamming into you. "Fuck me." You groaned out, back slightly arching off the bed.
"Please, fi-fill me, de-destroy my insides, pl-please, I need it!-" You couldn't help it anymore. It wasn't enough for you, so you started to grind yourself on Marilyn's cock, eyes rolling back as your back arched off the bed, helping yourself ride up her dick.
"Fuck!-" She moaned. Your hips stuttered at feeling her fluids shoot right through your pussy. "So fucking good, yes!- Good girl, take every drop!-" She thrusted her hips again, fucking her cum until it settled deep inside of you.
You whimpered at the loss of her. She had pulled out her length to settle between your legs, letting it sit on your abdomen, admiring the shimmer.
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HUGE DISCLAIMER: 18+ ONLY!!!! MINORS DNI!!!!! THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE STORY!!!! NOT CANON JUST PURE SMUT:
CONTENT WARNING: Vaginal sex, anal sex, tit fucking, what’s else? I think that’s it?
THIS IS NOT A CHAPTER!! i was just bored and wanted to write smut. Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes I didn’t proof read!
“I can’t” Bianca breathily whined as her blue sharp stiletto nails dug into the Frenchman’s broad shoulders, her sensitive state causing her to lose focus of anything else around her.
Kylian’s face remained calm as he watched her but his grip tightened on her curve of her waist, buzzing with anticipation. It was taking everything within him to not buck his hips up wildly against her velvety walls that were gripping his raw length up perfectly but he knew the right thing to do would be to wait, so he did. “Relax, princess. You’re taking it so fucking good like you always do. Just gonna give you more time to adjust.”
Bianca nuzzled her face into his neck, breathing in salty scent and nodding shyly as she was stretched out further. The lubricant helped a lot with the pain, causing it to go in smoother into the pink hole. She gasped at the foreign feeling, holding anything she could as she got used to it,
A loving hand caressed her back. “Just breathe sweetheart. You’re already halfway done, we’re so proud of you.” He praised her before bending down to press a light kiss to her cheek.
Her head rose up from the damp shoulder. “Keep going, please Jude. Feel so full and pretty.”
That was all Jude needed before inching himself in slowly again, stopping when his long cock disappeared fully into her ass and his vision became blurry at the overwhelming feeling. “Fuckin’ hell babe” He marveled in awe, petting her hair sweetly.
Bianca was crying at the feeling of both holes being completely stuffed with two thick cocks. They paused once again to let her completely take in the feeling, her eye’s rolling at the back of her head in pure bliss.
“She’s the best, isn’t she?” Kylian boasted, dick throbbing in her wet heat.
“Like a dream.” Jude agreed in a lust filled daze, hands now moving down to her hips to stare at her plump ass.
As her moaning became louder they began to pick up their pace, Kylian going first and Jude following quickly behind to match.
Kylian knew her body well and used it to his advantage, angling his hips in the way he knows she likes causing her toes to curl tightly. He pulled Bianca into a tongue heavy kiss, his mouth vibrating with each of her high pitched moans.
Jude wasn’t concerned with the kissing couple in front of him, content with knowing he held a special place in her heart as well, proven further by each cry with the snap of his hips against her ass.
They separated for air after a while but Bianca was still focused on the pleasure, reaching one hand around Jude’s arm to lazily imply for him to hold her closer and he gladly complied.
Meanwhile, Kylian’s hard cock was drenched in her juices, rubbing and grinding against the most sensitive part in her body. He stayed constituently on that spot until tears were rolling down her face, old mascara leaving dark trails with the salty water. “Hahhh- daddy, daddy, daddy please more! Love your dick so much” she practically screamed out.
Kylian knew that meant to go a bit faster and he smiled affectionately her her words. “Since you asked so nicely, princess.”
His targeted thrusts hit harder and quicker, leaving her drooling into his bare chest. “Being spoiled today because you’ve been so sweet. Listening to me like the good girl you are even if you’re whoring yourself out.” Kylian grunted out in between thrusts.
Her cries switched between the their names, grinding her body senselessly against both of them.
Jude was in time with Kylian, getting lost in the slippery tight sensation that sucked him in with each motion of his cock.
Everything felt too hot.
Too steamy.
Like things were too good to be true, and to some degree it was. This trio wasn’t meant to last forever, but none of that mattered now. All that did was their approaching orgasms and the bond that they all shared together in this moment.
Kylian and Jude were tied together by this woman they both had immense care for and would do anything to keep her safe, and happy.
For now, this was all they needed.
“C-can I cum daddy?” Bianca begged, raising her eyes to meet Kylian’s big brown ones.
Kylian instantly gave her the go-ahead. “Yes, honey. Make a big show for us. Help her out Jude.”
Jude spit on his fingers and brought them to her swollen clit and rubbed circles intently, both of them never stopping their thrusts. “Yes! yes! Jude please don’t stop, wanna cum for you.”
“Yeah? Gonna cum for me, sweetheart? ” Jude teased in her ear before nibbling softly.
Bianca nodded frantically clearly teetering at the edge of her euphoria. “Cum all over our cocks. Let us feel what your pretty pussy can do babe”
In a second her walls her spasming around them, waves of her orgasm washing over her as she cried their names over and over again. Kylian couldn’t believe it was possible for her to get even tighter.
Kylian continued to fuck her, feeling himself get close to his end as her juices spilled down his cock, creating erotic noises as he fucked her thick liquid back into her. “Such a dirty slut for us” Kylian borderline groaned as the bed frame smacked against the wall.
Jude continued rubbing her to prolong her high, enjoying the way she was shaking around his fingers and the look of her pouty lips moaning his name.
She craned her head so their lips could meet even if it was at an odd angle in an open mouthed kiss, lacing her saliva with Jude’s as her orgasm slowed down. “Thank you, thank you.” She choked out, feeling slightly less energized now.
“Anytime, Bianca” He gave her one last peck before she collapsed onto Kylian and kissed up his neck and thanked him.
Kylian pulled out of her in a rush, realizing he was getting too close to hold back any longer.”Where do you want it princess?” He asked, jerking himself off above her pussy.
“My tits.”
Kylian and Jude’s eyes met for a split moment, a silent understanding forming of what they were going to do next. Jude gently pulled out and pushed her onto her back as they both crowded above her on the bed, throbbing hard dicks in hand.
Bianca looked pleased as ever, pushing her boobs together and spitting all the saliva she had onto them until they were slick and shiny.
Jude went in the opposite direction of Kylian and fucked the valley of breasts together, both of their dicks inevitably brushing against each other in the process.
They were too horny and too close to care, enjoying the way the soft flesh of her body felt against their aching cocks, and the way the fattiness of her breasts bounced with each of their thrusts.
Bianca let the words flow off of her tongue with ease, wanting to get them there but also meaning everything she was saying. “You look so good while you fuck my tits, pretty boy.”
“Need your big load daddy, I’ll do anything you want for it.”
“Next time I want you both to cum inside me and fill me up so good”
That’s what made Jude give in first, spilling his creamy white seed all over her supple breasts, some of his cum leaking onto Kylian accidentally as he let out a soft whine of her name and a string of curses.
He wasn’t far behind Jude so the second Bianca started to beg for it he was painting over Jude’s sticky cum with his own. “Such a good fucking girl” Kylian rasped as his cock spurted his load onto her skin.
“Fuck Kylian it’s so much! So fucking hot” Bianca giggled excitedly as he came.
Kylian pulled her into a kiss his orgasm stopped,not pulling away for a while as they whispered praises to each other. “Took it so fucking good for us like I knew you would.”
Jude left into the bathroom to grab a few wash rags and when he came back Kylian was asleep next to her on the left, legs laced with hers. “Come here, you can’t be shy now” Bianca told Jude, patting the spot to her right.
Jude quickly wiped at her breasts before settling next to Bianca, kissing softly before his tiredness began to wash over him. “You really are everything I want” Jude told her as he pulled away.
“You are the perfect man, I don’t deserve you” Bianca smiled at him and laced her arm with his as they got more comfortable.
They all drifted asleep, fulfilled and completely at peace.
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𝔸/ℕ: 𝕊𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕒 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕪’𝕒𝕝𝕝! 𝕀 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥! 𝕒 𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖 𝕚 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕒 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝔸. ℙ𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕙𝕦𝕘𝕤! ! 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙!
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Ghoul and Ghoulettes Smut HC's
I absolutely needed to throw all of my ideas out there, and this isn't even all of them
Warnings: breeding kink, biting, nipple play, choking, dacryphilia, puppy!Mountain, size kink, praise kink, body worship, foot fetish, roughhhh sex, feminization, strap on play, and oral (female and male recieving)
Word Count: 2,334 words
Swiss:
He absolutely has a breeding kink
Loves to bite on his partner, leaving marks just from scraping his fangs over their skin
Could spend hours just sucking on his partner's nipples, loving the way they squirm and whimper as he licks and laps at their rosy buds
Speaking of whimpering, he absolutely loves a noisy partner, as he himself cannot shut up during sex. He loves being vocal, moaning, groaning, whimpering, and especially crying
"Gotta cum in you"
"One more for me, baby"
"Gonna let me knot you?"
"Gotta fuck you so good"
"Such a messy boy/girl/baby"
Loves to watch his partner cry from pleasure, so overwhelmed that all they can do is sob and beg
Wants to watch mascara and tears stream down their face, trace the lines, and lick the tears off of them
Get a hand around his throat and he's immediately gone, stare into his eyes and threaten him with a real sweet promise and he will be putty in your hands
He's willing to get on his knees for anyone he finds worthy, nearly kissing the ground they walk on. He will go to embarrassing lengths to worship their partner
Sidenote: We all know that all of the ghouls are in intimate relationships with each other aka... they fuck
To continue on that: Swiss absolutely LOVES sex with Cumulus, something about how plush her thighs are around his face, the squish of her tummy against his as he fucks into her, and the jiggle of her tits as she viscously rides him. He just has something for the way her body envelopes him and reacts to each movement he makes.
Aether:
Aether likes to be reminded that he is bigger than his partner (if true), likes having them under him, watching them drown in his presence
Def hard dom vibes, will do anything for his partner to service them but will not take any brattiness, he won't be asking them to do anything, he will be forcing them to obey
Will fuck the brattiness out of anyone, he once got Dew to stop bitching about how bad his fingers hurt from practice by giving them something else to do
Likes to have his nipples played with, I HC that he got them pierced at some point when they were on the road. He saw just how much Dew loves having the jewelry played with and had to know what it was about.
Please touch his nips.
Wants to put his hands to use, will use them to jack off any of the other ghouls before a ritual, or sink them so deep into his bandmates until they are whimpering and sobbing into his shoulder
He misses touring with the Ghost Project but doesn't shy away from sending videos to his pack mates, reminding them of just how much he misses fucking them
Phantom:
He has a ginormous praise kink, with him being so new and unsure of everything it can be overwhelming, but the moment Swiss opens his mouth to say, "Pretty boy really does have some talent" at their first rehearsal, Phantom can't get it out of his brain until later that night as he whimpers and moans in the shower
He's so bendy??
Likes when his partner forces him into different positions, wants his partner to shove his knees above his head as they hold him and fuck him into the bed
When he first gets involved with the other ghouls, he is almost always the bottom, a bit too shy to be bratty or take control of a space, but once he gets a bit more comfortable he works his way up to topping Sodo, but having to rely on (to Sodo's excitement) his quintessence a bit much
He tends to be a bit quiet in his day-to-day life but is very expressive in his body language, his eyebrows are always responding and his posture is a giveaway of his emotions
His quietness does translate to his loudness during sex, he's normally quiet and tries to swallow his noises as much as he can, but when his partner gets him too worked up he can let out little whimpers and groans that are soooooo meek, but it definitely gives his partner a sense of achievement
He likes his hair being played with, tugging, braiding, brushing, just about anything will make his heart tug simply because his partner wants to play with his hair
Sodo:
He's a brat...
What more do you want me to say?
He wants to get pissed off and have someone put him in his place, force his face into the bed as they pound him from behind, tell him that he's dramatic and ridiculous, degrade him and remind him of just how rude he can be, but he is never, ever, left to feel alone or unwanted.
Sodo has some separation issues, fearful that his pack will leave him to be alone, that they will ostracize him, that one day they will get sick of his antics.
Due to these fears, he needs reassurance. He loves his rough sex, loves when his fellow ghouls degrade him, but he needs the aftercare after.
Like Sodo wants to lay in bed or in the bath and cuddle until he falls asleep, he doesn't ask for much but he just wants to be held and reassured.
He's kinda like a kitten after sex, he just makes little mewling and purring sounds and squishes his face up against his partner
Enough kitty dew, Sodo will do just about anything and everything with his partner
Want him to choke you? He's there in a second
Want him to cry when you fuck him? Don't even have to ask
All to say, Sodo is pretty much all game for anything his partner wants. But, I think that comes from the people pleaser in him.
Rain:
He's babygirl.
He wants to be rammed into the bed while being called pretty
Put him in some frilly lingerie and embarrass him and he'll be blushing like crazy
When he blushes, it's not only his cheeks. His chest erupts in blooms of red and pink, his ears get red like cherries, and his neck becomes a beautiful light pink.
He wants to get all hot and embarrassed in front of his partner, he wants tears to flow from his cheeks, and he especially wants them to lick said tears off of his cheeks when their done
Loves to have sex in water, sign him up for shower sex any time
He wants to be in touch with his element while his partner sucks his soul out of him, or while he shoves them against the wall and desperately fucks them
He likes to have sex in the lake that is near the Abbey, on the bank or while in the water, wants to just be in his element and in his partner
Isn't afraid of domming sometimes, he will put someone in their place and fuck them until they're crying desperate
He is very clumsy
He tends to get a lot of bruises, he wants to look at them and see how the blue, purple, and yellow stain his skin
He especially likes when his partner pushes their thumb into the bruises, a cry erupting from deep in his chest
Wants the pain to intervene with his pleasure, sting through just as he feels good
He falls a lot, he has a hard time with his exceptionally long limbs, this translates into his sex quite often
He's bendy, tied up like a human pretzel, and he wants to be treated as such. He likes pulling his knees up and holding the backs of his knees, he especially likes when Aether pushes him back, up, and over so that his knees are over his head and pushing into the bed.
Please... he's the definition of Babygirl
Mountain:
He's just so biggggg
He looms over his partner, and it comforts him to know that
His hands especially are big, can wrap them around his partner's neck and they easily cover the entire front
He likes to shove his hands in his partner's mouth, make them gag and swallow around his fingers and see the way tears prick in the corner of their eyes just from the mere size of his hands
His large size also translates to his cock, and boy does he love to watch the way his partner's body swallows him and eagerly takes him
He has a foot fetish, sorry
He loves to give foot rubs, using the excuse that he just wants to "relieve some stress" for his partner, but they both know how much it affects him
Their foot in his lap and hands, his cock is twitching in his pants, saliva is pooling in his mouth
It's not long before he's drooling over them and kissing up their legs, begging to be inside of them
He likes to be called things like, "pretty boy", "beautiful", and "little thing"
Make him feel pretty, he's so big and he's always equated with being so masculine, he wants to be someone's little toy
As much as he loves being the dominant one, he wants to be humiliated, wants to submit to someone
He wants to sob and scream for his partner, bow to their feet and worship the ground they walk on
He wants them to tell him just how bad he's been, shove his face into the ground and watch his tears dampen the carpet
I also am a firm puppy!Mountain believer.
Cumulus:
She's so soft, and everyone knows it and wants to benefit from it\
She loves when she gets to dom her partner
Likes watching tears flow down their face, especially likes when they wear mascara or eyeliner, the streams of black only encouraging her more
Likes when she gets to shove her partner's head between her thighs, not only does she enjoy the blinding pleasure they give her, but she likes that she gets to see their eyes roll back, hair get all jostled from her fingers, and tongue lapping so deliciously at her folds
She wants to see bruises on her thighs from her partner gripping her too tight
Please squish your face in her tummy and thighs, she's so soft and comfy, it's a real turn on for her if you squeeze and love these places on her
She def has a strap and uses it frequently
The boys in the pack beg for her to use it on them, hearing stories from Dew about just how rough she was on him, he couldn't walk for quite some time after
Cirrus and Sunny are very familiar with her strap and beg for it quite often
She is waiting to fucking Rora with her strap, too nervous to break her down too quick
Cirrus:
She's mommy. She expects to be called such.
She likes standing above her partner, making them feel small under her stare, shrinking into their own embarrassment
She wants to ride her partner and pretend that it isn't affecting her at all, stare in their eyes and see the tears as they form
Her fingers are dexterous, nimble, and lithe
She wants to shove her fingers in every place possible
Shoving her fingers into her partner's mouth, forcing them to swallow and gag around them, she wants them to swirl their tongue around her digits and sob as she deprives them of all sensations besides her fingers in their mouth
Shoving their fingers in their hole, watching them sob and writhe around her, their hole squeezing on her fingers
Although she wants to stretch her partner out, she doesn't plan on utilizing their hole, she wants them to impale her
She'll leave them leaking and stretched, only for her to sink onto their cock/strap
She is desperate to leave marks on her partner, scratching and sucking all over their skin. Going as far as drawing blood after digging her nails in too far
Cirrus wants to look at the marks afterwards, run her hands over the cuts and bruises with care, pressing kisses to all of the parts of their skin that are still sensitive
Aurora:
She's such a princess
Which also means she's a pillow princess, she loves when her partner takes care of her, she feels like it's proof of their dedication for her
She wants her partner to tell her how pretty she is as she lays there and takes whatever they give her, little tears pricking her eyes as she gets so incredibly overwhelmed with pleasure
She wants to be overstimulated and overwhelmed, she will take whatever her partner gives her, even if that means her body is writhing and begging for them to stop
She likes when her partner gives her hickeys all over her body, she likes when she can look at the purple blooms all across her beautiful skin
She especially likes when her partner rubs their hands all over her when she's sore after sex, pressing their fingers into the bruises forcing a small moan to leave her lips
She wants to be called such lovely names, make her feel pretty
"Princess" and "Pretty Girl"
She will also become a bit bratty if she is called anything different, when her partner calls her "messy girl" when she's got a bit of their cum dripping out of her mouth she immediately pouts and becomes a bit more resilient
She's just so soft and pretty
The pack is so gentle with her, but she snapped at Mountain one day and begged him to absolutely wreck her, that she's "not made of glass, now please fuck me"
She ended up sobbing as he folded her in half and fucked her within an inch of her life
After that, the pack was a little less gentle with her and realized that she can take more than they originally thought
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Hi! I was wondering if you’re okay with Tsuji betraying/hurting his first love the Reader and Shibaman helps them get better and they fall in love while Tsuji regrets what he did.
Omg broke my own heart writing this
Low key, I based this off of a dream I had the other night lmaooooo
I hope you enjoy!!
Much love ~ ember
As Long as You're Happy
Pairing: Tsuji x fem!reader x Shibaman
Wc: 2.1k
Warnings: angst, heartbreak, cheating, mentions of crying
“Leave me alone Tsuji. You can’t take that back and you can’t hide it anymore. We’re done. Take your girl and leave me alone.”
You had gone to a local coffee shop after school before heading to the library to wait for your boyfriend Tsuji. When you walked into the shop, you were greeted with the most unpleasant surprise. Tsuji, your now ex boyfriend, with his arm around another girl, whispering in her ear something to make her obviously blush. As soon as the door opened, and the bells hanging from the frame jingled, there was no turning back. When he heard the bells, he turned around to see a mix of emotions on your face. Shock, hurt, anger, all of it unable to be hidden. Shock took over his expressions as well, though you were so overtaken with emotions, you can’t recall what he had said to you. All you knew was that you had to get out of there as fast as you could. If there was one thing you would never let him see, it was that he made you cry.
Walking back out of the shop, you round the corner and immediately take off running, tears now falling from your eyes. When you have to stop to catch your breath, you find that you have gone all the way to Oya High, undoubtedly the last place you want to be. Not that you know many people there, but one of the other two people that you happen to know is standing out front. When he sees you, he hesitates to approach you, seeing the tears running down your cheeks, despite your attempts to hide your current emotional state.
When you finally make eye contact with him, you take off running again before he can make his way to you. Running and running, you kept going till you couldn't go anymore. Sitting on a park bench in front of an empty kiddy swing, you finally give yourself time to breathe, and think about all of the events that have happened within the last half hour. Confusion, anger, sadness, even self doubt, are all of the emotions running through your mind. Consumed with emotions, you didn't hear the person walking up behind you. Lightly, the mystery person places their hand on your shoulder, startling you out of your hunched position on the park bench.
“Y/n, i'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you, but why are you crying?” the deep voice making you freeze, you never thought that Shibaman would have followed you, especially after running away like you did earlier.
“Shibaman? I'm fine, I just needed to think for a minute.” You reply, wiping away the tears and mascara running down your cheeks.
“You're clearly not okay, y/n, please, tell me what happened.”
Hesitating to answer, you know that Shibaman is one of the few people that you can trust, but this is his best friend, and just because your relationship is ruined, you don't want to ruin their friendship too. Despite that, the tears returned, and you told him everything that you saw, everything that you said, and everything that led up to your current situation.
Without another word, Shibaman walks to you and pulls you into a hug. Holding you tightly, you feel an odd sense of comfort from him. Crying into his shirt, he never moved away from you, simply holding you close to him, and letting you release the emotions building up from within. After, he offered, more so insisted, on walking you home, comfortable in the silence, only talking when you wanted to. He knows you and he knows that when you are upset, you need your time to think, but still that is not something he is willing to risk your safety for. Arriving home, he walks you to the door, and pulls you in for one last hug.
“Don't worry y/n, everything will be alright. I won't let him or anyone else hurt you again.” With that, you expressed your approval by hugging him tighter, as if that was even possible. Returning inside, you spend the rest of the night ignoring calls and texts from Tsuji, ultimately leading you to turn your phone off completely.
The next day, you woke up, and turned your phone back on. Tons of voicemails and text messages from Tsuji flooded your notifications. You were about to turn your phone off again when you saw one from Shibaman.
Hey y/n. I’m sure you turned your phone off so that Tsuji would stop blowing you up (i don't blame you), maybe tomorrow we can go somewhere fun? Get your mind off of things? Let me know what you think!
For some reason, that message itself made you forget about everything else. Almost bringing a smile to your face, almost. Replying that you were down to go somewhere fun, you were surprised when he answered immediately, saying that he was on the way to pick you up. Quickly getting ready, you put on an oversized tee shirt and jeans, with a pair of white converse, and make your way to the living room with anticipation to see where the day leads you.
That was the first of many “hang outs” with Shibaman. He took you to your favorite coffee shop, obviously not the one where misfortune struck, but the one you treat yourself to on the weekends. After that the day was spent at a local arcade, and then a park to end the day. It became a weekly thing for the two of you to hang out, and it always felt like more of a date than the ones that Tsuji took you on. Yes, he would take you on dates, but sometimes it just felt off. Slowly, you begin to realize that your feelings for Shibaman are becoming romantic.
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How could I have been so stupid? I mean, she was amazing. She was everything I've ever wanted, and I hurt her. How could I hurt her? God I want her back.
Tsuji’s thoughts spiral through his head, unable to allow him to focus on anything. He's in the middle of a fight, and all he can think about is you. Three months after he got caught, and he desires you more and more each day. He wants to make things right, but how can you fix a situation like this? He wants to talk to you, and show you how much he loves you. How much he will always love you. He knows that Shibaman hangs out with you often, however, he is not aware of the feelings that are developing. He appreciates Shibaman for looking after you, especially knowing that he is the one that hurt you, he trusts that Shibaman will take care of you. However, he is too focused on thoughts of you to think about the possibilities that could come of that.
“Shibaman, I think I'm going to talk to y/n tonight. I don't know how, or if she will even let me, but I have to talk to her. I have to tell her that I still love her.”
“Don't you think you've done enough? She cried herself to sleep countless times. You're the one who cheated on her, you have to deal with the consequences. But stop hurting her. Let her heal.” Shibaman retorts, having had enough of Tsuji’s antics.
“I just want her to know that I care about her. I need her to know that I will never forgive myself for what I did.”
“Enough is enough Tsuji. She needs to heal, and the only way she can do that is if you leave her alone.” Standing, Shibaman scoffs at his friend, disappointment evident on his face. “Let her be Tsuji. She doesn't want to hurt anymore. Seeing you wont allow her to heal. Don't go see her tonight, for her sake.” With that, the boy walks away, over with the conversation.
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It's been five months since you and Tsuji broke up. Finally, you feel that your heart is healing. Finally, you feel happiness again. But still, there is something about seeing Shibaman that just makes your heart flutter. Has this always happened? How have I not noticed this before? Your thoughts rolling through your head, as you see Shibaman waiting outside of your school building for you. As you walk closer to him, panic starts to set into your stomach.
“Hey Shiba.” You say with a gentle smile.
“Hey y/n! How was your day?”
“It was okay, but I dont think I'll be able to hang out tonight, I have a ton of work that I have to get done for tomorrow.” you bluntly reply, to which Shibaman is taken back by. Never have you canceled on hanging out.
“What happened? We always hang out after school? Something must have happened.” He says, concern starting to fill his voice.
“Nothing happened, I just have a lot of work tonight.”
“Okay, why don't we go to a coffee shop, and we can work on it together?”
Thinking, you agreed, knowing that no matter what you say he will come to some sort of solution that involves the two of you spending time together. A battle that you would lose.
Sitting at the coffee shop, Shibaman takes half of the work that you have to do, and gets busy right away. Reluctant to let him help, he proves that he is actually great at the things that you are needing help with, after he shows you one completed assignment that did not have any mistakes on it.
Something about that makes the butterflies in your stomach come to life. Everything about him makes you feel safe. He makes you feel more appreciated than anyone else. Before you know it…
“I like you…” you blurted out, breaking the silence between the two of you.
“What?”
“I'm sorry… forget I said anything. Thank you for helping me…”
Without another word, Shibaman pulls you in for a passionate kiss. In front of the entire coffee shop, he pulls you in and shows everyone that you are his girl. Everyone, including Tsuji.
“You're mine, pretty girl.” He says, earning a shocked smile from you.
The rest of the night is spent completing your work, walking around town, and finally watching the sunset atop of a small hill, with the most perfect view. A rather late notice date, but an amazing one, nonetheless.
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“How could you? Whatever happened to bro code?”
“Don't even think about bringing up anything like that after you cheated on her! You made sure that if anyone was going to support her after that, that it would be me. I can't help it any more than you can. But I am not going to give her up. You are the one who hurt her, and I was the one who picked her up when she was down. If you wouldn't have cheated on her this would have been different.”
“My own best friend, stealing my girl from me.”
“She's not yours anymore. You lost her when you went messing around with other people. She's my girl now. Either you can get over that or let it get between us. That choice is up to you.”
The boys are now battling for you, without you even knowing. At the end of the day, they both know that if they're gonna survive Oya High, they have to do it together. Coming to an agreement, they decide that you will never be a topic of discussion between them. Leaving the school to head to their respective homes, Tsuji is left heartbroken. Not at the fact that his best friend is now dating the love of his life, but that he was foolish enough to hurt you in the first place. He knows that none of this is your fault, and he wants to tell you that, but the last thing that he wants to do is hurt you again, so he keeps his distance.
Every now and then he sees you out with Shibaman. He sees your smile, hears your laugh, and it brings all of the memories he has of the two of you back to him. His heart breaks over and over, but he knows that you are happy, and that's all that matters to him. All he has ever wanted was for you to be happy. Even if he is left with all of the memories of you two together. Even if he is the one with the broken heart. None of it matters as long as you are happy.
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Afar || M. verstappen
Summary: Max has been so busy with f1 it seems he’s forgotten about the girl at home waiting for him
Genre: angst
Warnings: max being a dickhead, no happy ending
Max X fem! Reader
It was nights like this, the nights I’d sit in the dark on the couch watching tv, waiting for max to come home. I’d sit in pity, god I didn’t even know where he was anymore.
Tonight was our Third anniversary, I feel so stupid for even trying. I looked around at the dinner I had made for us, the candles, the effort into making the house look nice.
Now I was here 2:26 am, no sign of max, no calls, no texts. I was sitting, Mascara running down my face, crying in the dress I had been saving my money to buy especially for tonight.
But it was all for nothing. Everything was for nothing. I was on my second glass of red wine when I heard the door open to see a tipsy max walk through the door.
“Y/n?” God I hated that, he stopped using pet names, he doesn’t even know me anymore.
“Max, I’ve been waiting for 6 fucking hours” I pointed a finger at the candle lit dinner
“Why? You never told me we had a date night? Don’t fucking blame this on me” he accused and I just laughed
“Really max? It’s our anniversary” I looked at his blank face, he couldn’t think of a reply
“Where were you max?” Tears were now welling up in the eyes as I gave him a stare
“I was out” he muttered, I rolled my eyes and gave a huff, I could see the guilt washing over on his face. He was about to answer but I’ve had enough.
“Max I can’t do this anymore, do you even love me anymore?” I questioned, all the rage coming up
“Of course I do! I love you I promise” he was trying to defend himself but someone who loves me wouldn’t stand me up, someone who loves me would care for me.
“No you don’t, you’re always at work max, I only ever get to see you on 2 days of the weeks and you spend those partying or something!” The tears were now streaming down
“You can’t tell me what to fucking to with my life y/n” he was angry
“You don’t Call Me ‘Baby’, or ‘Schatz’ anymore, also I’m not telling you what to do I just wish you’d acknowledge me” I whispered
“You’re so dramatic” he rolled his eyes and laughed at me
“You’re not the man I fell in love with” he looked pale, he had nothing to say
“I can’t do this, us, we aren’t meant to be together” I walked past him. He grabbed my arm.
“Y/n, baby, no, we can get through this, it’s just a small fight, I’m sorry I’m sorry”
“Just fucking leave me alone” I whispered, walking out the door to leave him drowning in his sorrows.
“Y/n please stop we can try again” he shouted as I hopped in the cab I ordered around 5 minutes before our fight.
“Goodbye max” the cab driver stayed silent, understanding what was happening.
🕊️ (time skip) 🕊️
“It’s okay y/n” I sat in the arms of my bestfriend Isabelle
“Was i the problem?” I questioned rhetorically to myself
“No y/n, he was a dickhead, you’re fine and amazing, now I have ice cream so do you wanna watch tv?” She passed me a tub of chocolate chip cookie dough and we ordered takeout.
Max POV
how could I let someone that I love so much just walk out the door. I let the love of my life go. How could I be so fucking stupid.
I was left in our shared home. Her perfume was still lurking around the place. The onyx shadows mimicking her as if she was still here but the house was silent, empty.
It’s like a piece of my heart was ripped out. The feeling inside me was hollow. Felt like I had nothing left. The one thing that helped me, cared for me, celebrated with me, got me through my downfalls.
I miss her already, i miss her laugh and her smile. I want her back. I want her back so so bad. I would give anything for just one last kiss. I regret it
I Moped down to the floor, vodka in hand. Tonight was something I didn’t want to ever remember.
🕊️ (time skip) 🕊️ (1 month later)
Y/N POV
It was race weekend, and as much as I hate to admit it, I need to see him. I want to see him, so every Friday Saturday and Sunday I spend watching him, my love.
I spend my hours watching him from afar.
#maxverstappen x reader#f1#fluff#cute#f1 imagine#formula one#angst#no happy endings#max verstappen one shot
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Royal Flush-Part 4*
Pairing: Mafia!Ransom Drysdale x Plus Size Reader
Summary: No one messes with the Drysdale family and lives to tell the tale…
Note: I’m sorry this part took so long to get out 🥲but anyways I hope you guys enjoy 😁
Warnings🛑: mafia!au, soft!dark!ransom, mentions of violence, mentions of firearms, use of firearms(not by reader), mentions of murder (not by reader), mentions of sexual acts, arranged marriage, forced relationship, manipulative relationship, graphic violence, mentions of torture, mentions of kidnapping, smut(unprotected vaginal sex)
Please make sure to read the warnings before continuing, you’re responsible for your media consumption.
Part 3 Part 5
“Find whoever did this, bring them to the warehouse. I’ll meet you there after I get my wife home and secure.” Ransom ordered, a stiff nod from Hector came before they separated.
Ransom got you home safe, watching you carefully as you entered the house while he was on the phone with god knows who. This feeling of defeat sat deep in your chest, that shop meant everything to you. It was your home away from home, now destroyed with bullet holes and broken glass.
You trudged up to your bathroom taking a look at your horrid appearance. Hair a mess, mascara stains down your cheeks and around your eyes, puffy face. Sniffling, you grabbed a cotton round and some makeup remover and got to work. Tears slowly kept raining down no matter how much you swiped at them.
Ransom watched from the doorway, his heart breaking. He knew how much this meant to you and it made him a million times more angry at Franelli for making his girl cry. He would pay, they would all pay for every single tear coming from your eyes.
“My love,” Ransom whispered, closing in as he turned you to face him.
“Will you hold me?” you asked, gripping tightly to his biceps.
Ransom didn’t hesitate and pulled you tightly into his arms, wanting to keep you there for the rest of your lives so you’d always be safe. He was in love with you, he knew that now. He remembered in the beginning when you two swore not to fall for each other, yet it took less than a year for his heart to belong to you. Maybe it had always been you, Ransom could recall how much he flirted with you when you two were teens.
Now, as you stood weeping in his arms, he vowed to do anything and everything to destroy the Franelli’s once and for all.
Gently, he took your face in his hands, brushing away the tears that had now stained your cheeks. Leaning down, Ransom brushed his lips against yours in a sweet kiss. He didn’t stop as he laid kisses to your cheeks, nose, forehead, even your closed eyes. You wanted to forget everything, to be completely consumed by him, your Ransom.
He pulled away only to reach and turn on the shower, proceeding to remove his clothes then helping you with yours. The hot water streamed on your tense muscles as you stepped in with Ransom following behind. Turning, you faced the handsome man before you.
“Ransom?” you murmured, running your hands down his chiseled body.
“Yes my love? I’m here.” he assured as he drew you in closer.
“I need you, please.” you whimpered, laying a gentle kiss to his lips.
“Sweetheart, I’m-” he started, taking against your lips that kept kissing his.
“Please baby,” you begged, reaching one hand to his dick that was already semi hard.
“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me.” Ransom groaned, smashing his mouth back to yours.
Suddenly, you were in his arms with your back against the tile wall. Your hands and his were everywhere, touching, groping, feeling each other’s wet, slippery skin. Lips caressed anywhere possible of reaching, tongues explored and teeth clashed.
Ransom couldn’t wait any longer, giving himself a few strokes before entering inside of you. A breathy gasp escaped your lips, loving the stretch that warmed you to the bone.
“Ransom, baby, I-” you moaned, head tipping back bumping into the wall.
“Shhhh baby, just feel me.” he smirked, slowly gliding in and out.
Ransom wasn’t fucking you, no. This was making love, something the two of you had never done. You knew once you’d gotten yourself here that this love was real. There was no other way to put it, but were you ready to say it out loud?
Hot kisses to your exposed neck brought you out of your thoughts, as well as Ransom’s thumb finding and circling your clit. You couldn’t help but moan so loud as Ransom finally picked up his thrusts, your hands pulling his face back to yours as you kissed him hard. Panting against his lips, you felt your orgasm closing in.
“I love you,” Ransom whispered, then you came so hard your legs shook around him.
Ransom met Hector at the warehouse, guards surrounding the area. As he entered, he saw just the man he’d hoped. Franelli himself was sitting bound and gagged, blood and sweat dripping down his face. Along side him were his goons that Ransom suspected was apart of almost killing his wife.
“We’re gonna make this simple, even though that’s not my style. You see, you were stupid enough to cross me by coming after not only my wife but two innocent girls employed by my wife and I. It’s pathetic really that you’d go after women just so you can prove you have the bigger dick which we can see now isn’t true…I mean it took no time for my men to find you.” Ransom explained while pacing in front of the men.
“An eye for an eye Drysdale.” Franelli spat, Ransom having enough and punching the bastard in the ribs.
Franelli wheezed, spitting more blood out on the dirt covered floor.
“Tsk, tsk,tsk…that’s definitely broken.” Ransom chuckled, picking up a crow bar.
“Now, you’re gonna hand all of your money and assets to me and I’ll be the new head of your family as your last will and testimony. Then I won’t have to kill everyone you love and I can go home to my wife and finish filling her with my seed until she has my heir.” Ransom went on as he twirled the bar.
“Fuck you and your stupid bitch!” one of the goons piped up.
Ransom grinned menacingly and winded his arms back, smashing the crow bar against the man’s face. He howled in pain, but Ransom wasn’t done. Taking the bar up again, Ransom bore it down on each of the man’s fingers until he was begging for mercy.
“Enough!” Franelli screeched, pulling against his restraints.
“Hector, please bring in Mr.Cline so we can get this shit sorted.” Ransom ordered.
“I was going to have so much fun with her, after I beat the shit out of her…I was going to take my time to show her what a real fuck is like.” Franelli gurgled, an evil smile on his bloody face.
Ransom saw red, his fists raining punches down. No one would ever hurt his wife again, no one would dare lay a fucking finger on his girl ever and Ransom would make sure that message got across.
“You sick fuck!” Ransom roared, Franelli’s blood splattering all over him.
“Ransom! Enough! We need him alive long enough for the signature!” Hector called, somehow managing to pull Ransom away.
After Ransom’s men untied Franelli, Mr.Cline slid the document to him, helping Franelli lift his hand to grab the pen. Ransom held his gun to Franelli’s head, the click of the safety being turned off made the weak man’s hands shake.
“There, you have your money! Now let us go.” Franelli huffed as the guards tied him back down.
“Now where would the fun in that be, oh no I’m going to blow your fuckin’ brains out then deliver you to your dumb ass family.” Ransom grinned, aiming straight for the center of Franelli’s head.
He pulled the trigger, then watching Franelli’s lifeless body flop.
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FemLit 0429 - 10 things a submissive need but won’t say out loud
1. Please touch us
Cuddle us, spoon us, grab the small of our backs. Kiss our foreheads and make us feel small. We crave your hands all over us. We love them no matter where they happen to land—be that on our asses or up our skirts.
Just. Touch. Us. It reminds us that we’re yours.
2. Take pride in us
Relish in the fact that we’re yours—that we belong to you and no one else. Smile when we enter the room because you know we’re walking toward you. It lets us know you care. It makes us want to be better for you.
3. Let us cry
When we are sad or angry, or pissed the hell off. When we drink too much…especially when we drink too much, let us cry our eyes out. Let us be messes, with mascara running down our cheeks and pints of ice cream in our hands. Let us be okay with not being okay once in a while. This one requires no action from you, just that you be okay with it when it happens.
4. Forgive
Despite how hard we try, we will make mistakes. We will fuck things up, say things wrong, do things crazy, and when that happens we need you to forgive us. We’re not talking immediate forgiveness, or that a price won’t often be paid for it, but forgiveness that comes eventually. We need to know that the slate has been wiped clean, all trespasses have been forgiven…and when it happens, don’t forget to let us know. See number 5.
5. Communicate…. often!
We need this.. If we don’t discuss something, it will fester in our brains forever, eventually driving us crazy. A three minute conversation could ease hours of worry for us once an uneasy feeling sets in. If that can be prevented with a few sentences, please take the time to speak them. Honestly, like two seconds of your time could stop our heads from exploding….and you don’t want to clean up that mess, do you?
6. We want you to make us feel pretty
Not that you don’t make us feel super sexy pretty darn often, but once in a while, it’s good to actually hear. Tell us our ass looks great in our yoga pants, that our hair looks especially shiny today. Tell us you like our new boots. Notice something small and compliment us about it, and our hearts will swell for days. Compliments let us know what it’s like to look through your eyes. Those are glimpses of the world we don’t often get to see.
7. It’s the little things
Some of these are sounding cliche, but are just so fucking true. Sure, your big gestures of grandeur are admired, but it is often the small things that get our cheeks turning red. Leave a note on the mirror in the morning telling us to have a great day. Sit next to us during a movie you have no desire to see. Take the dog out in the morning so we can sleep in for an extra 10 minutes, remember what ice cream we prefer to eat when we cry. If you do these things, we’re yours for life.
8. Remember things
Speaking of little things, try to remember them. Things like how we take our coffee and the name of that bitchy girl who sits next to us at work. Remember anything. Three weeks from now, bust out some silly story we told you over dinner one evening in great detail. Remember something we’d never expect you to store into your internal drive. Remember our first concert together, and our best friend from kindergarten’s name. The more obscure the better.
9. Deal with us
When we’re singing in the car. When we drink too much wine. When we completely melt down. Deal with our pasts, and when we don’t feel pretty. Deal with our stretch marks and insecurities, our early bedtimes and exhaustion. Deal with our mood, and how we load the dishwasher the wrong way. These things silently tell us that you’ll be by our sides regardless of how nerdy, silly or utterly hopeless we can get.
Finally, the most important thing we need from you that we’ll never say out loud:
10. Be the most stable thing in our lives
Be stronger than us. Be the one person in our world that won’t turn on us or walk away. When life becomes scary and confusing, and we just need something solid to hold onto, please be our anchor. It’s because of you that our awful days are easier to get through. Don’t be perfect. Just be there. It’s the only real requirement on this list.
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