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grannysword2049 · 1 year
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drunkhazed · 24 days
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i think if you wrote a lil somthin' somthin' about this, it could do wonders. so like, imagine (whoever you think fits the scenario) being your best friend. one thing about this best friend is that he's a fucking pervert. like to the max, always perving on you in particular. and i mean like, he's calling you up every single time he jerks off to you and your insta pics. whether you realize what he's doing or not, you always keep him on call, which only encourages him to keep doing it because nothing feels better than listening to you mindlessly talk about shit he doesn't care about while trying to hold his breath through shooting his load :/
warning. creepy manipulative bestie Jay ;/ masturbation(non-consented)
A notification lights up Jay’s phone screen, shooting up from his bed upon recognizing your username and the alert informing him that you posted a new photo.
“Oh fuck.” 
A new photo trying on a bikini?! No fucking way. He zooms in at first, eyes scanning your breasts, thighs, the contours defining your stomach, the cute way your waist dips; perfect for wrapping his hands around when he finally fucks you.
“Naughty girl.” He laughs to himself, swiping to your chat.
‘Sup.’
‘Ugh, so stressed.’
‘What’s going on?’
‘Boy problems :(‘
‘Call?’
‘Okay ;(‘
He adjusts to sit against his headboard, shoving his shirt up to his chest, pushing and kicking off his shorts and boxers. This is how it’s been for a good while now, unable to find his release without the sound of your voice. Your voice, photos, videos he sneaks of you, voice notes he saves in a file when you’re too busy for him.
Sure, it’s wrong, getting off to your clueless unaware best friend like this. But it feels right, and what you don’t know can’t hurt you.
“Ugh Jay, I don’t know what to do!” You start immediately whining when you pick up the call. Probably thrown onto your bed, kicking your feet like a brat. “He’s driving me crazy!”
He hums from the other end of the call, licking up his palm to lather his hardening length in a layer of spit. “Sunghoon again?” There’s a smirk evident in his voice, biting down on his lip as he starts to slowly stroke his length, taking extra time to engulf the tip with his palm.
“Duh! It’s always Sunghoon!” 
Not true. It was Jake a few months ago. Heeseung the year before that. Always some new guy you’ve developed a crush on, confiding in your best friend to quell your worries, to guide you properly on how to handle your feelings. 
“What’d he do now?” He’s amused, always amused, getting his cock fully hard before you really get into it. Before he can manipulate the conversation to go his way.
“I posted these pictures.”
Yes. The bikini photos. 
“And he viewed my story! Didn’t even leave a like! Didn’t even comment or anything!” You’re extra petulant today, pitchy and whimpering between your sentences. Jay’s eyes roll up, sharp eyebrows furrowing together, imagining all the ways he’d shut you up. Bending you over with your bare ass in the air, smacking your tender flesh raw until it stings and he gives you a real reason to cry.
“That granny bathing suit?” He chuckles, laughing louder at the gasp you let out. “Hoon’s not into that shit.”
“Granny?! You little—“
“What? You couldn’t find something smaller? Too prudish to let your pussy show a little?” He says snarkily, squeezing the middle of his size. “Hoon’s a horn dog you know? All that guy talks about is fucking.”
“I’m not going to post a nude online for everyone to see!”
Jay wishes you would, or at least accidentally send him one. He’d swear to you he’d delete it too, not print hundreds of copies and jerk off on them repeatedly..
“Obviously. Fuck ah—“ he hisses, thrusting up into his fist imagining your naked breasts. “What color are your nipples anyway?”
“What?!”
“Hah— s’joke.” He slurs, recomposing himself. “Hoon, he likes sucking titties.. talks about bald pussy a lot too. You wax or?”
The shocks evident in your voice even through the phone, stuttering and breathing erratically. “Jay that’s—that’s none of your business? What are you even talking about?!?”
“Trying to help, he talks about it a lot in the locker room.” Rolling his eyes, he starts thrusting into his curled fist again. “Likes his girls real smooth.”
“Well, I..I shave..”
“Oh fu—“ he mutes the call quickly, teeth gritted to stop himself from groaning too loud. Gripping near the end of his length roughly with each slide down for the tip to swell, turning an angry red.
“Jay?”
“Uh yeah hah, dropped my coke. Ugh.” He grunts, breathing heavily. “Made a mess.”
He can only dream of the awkward positions you must put yourself into trying to reach your razor between your thighs. Wonders if you squat down to really get in there, how high you can stretch your legs. “That’s good, Sunghoon would definitely like that. Nice smooth pussy to hit raw..”
God, he can picture his cum smeared between your cunt. Thick sticky release dripping out down to your tight rim, itching to ask if you’d let him—well, Sunghoon, hit it back there.
“Jay this.. we shouldn’t be talking about this..”
“Not my fault the guy you want has a major breeding kink.” He informs, lying through his teeth. Never having had more than a few encounters with Sunghoon. “You’re down for that right? Letting him fuck raw? Slide real deep inside that pussy, fuck his cum in and out again and again.”
“He is? He said that?” You sound so so naive, so stupid. He bites down on his lip hard enough to taste blood, groaning and holding his breath in until the veins lining his neck feel close to rupturing.
“Yeah, horny motherfucker he is.” Taking in a long deep breath, he starts to jerk off faster, near abusive how tight he grips his length. “I get him though, nothing beats fucking raw. Doesn’t feel the same with a rubber babe.”
“Really? What—what do you mean by that?”
You’re so innocent and dumb sometimes, nothing but a little empty headed pet needing to be leashed and taken care of. He sighs, hips twitching upward.
“You finger yourself, you know—“
“I kind of, rub around—“ you whisper, sounding ashamed.
“God!” He drops the phone fast, slamming the mute option. Grasping the base of his size hard enough to stop himself from spilling right there. “Sorry uh, fuck I’m seriously.. a clutz, dropping shit.”
“Yeah, you really are.” You laugh cutely, setting sparks off in his stomach. 
“You have to.. feel around inside babe.” Spitting into his hand, he perches the phone between his cheek and shoulder, furiously stroking himself. “Have to get it real wet, skin to skin, feels so hot and—tight.”
“Can’t he just use spit?”
That’s enough to have Jay seeing stars, dropping the phone with a shout, he curses loudly. Cock slapping down against his stomach with each jerking motion, shooting cum up high enough to hit under his chin.
“Jay?”
“Fuckkkkkkkk!” He pants, turning to hit speaker with the tip of his nose. “Stubbed my toe again, fuckfuckfuck. Call you later! Good luck babe!”
Immediately ending the call, he falls back flat on his bed in a daze. Head reeling with all of this new information to sprinkle into his daydreams and night time fantasies.
At this rate he’ll have you putting your pussy directly on the phone, letting him hear how wet you get for Sunghoon, or whoever the fuck. Doesn’t matter as long as he gets to enjoy it.
A text from you gets him to sit up, already reaching for his dick before he can even respond.
‘Should I post this?’
Taking his advice, you found a more revealing bottom, the material hardly even covering the private space between your plush thighs.
‘Not yet, send me more and I’ll help you choose which one to post.’
A sick smile reveals his teeth, returning to sit up as your photos fill up his screen.
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ddejavvu · 2 months
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pairing: anakin skywalker x reader
summary: perv!anakin chooses your panties for you every day
contents/warnings: perv!anakin, afab!reader, 18+ themes, minors dni, jealousy, possessiveness, panty sniffing, slight mention of free use dynamics/somnophilia
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every morning you ask anakin what panties you're wearing for the day.
you know where they are, you have your favorites, you can reach the drawer just fine. by all means, you could pick a pair each morning for yourself. after all, you're a grown adult. but anakin insists on doling them out to you each day, depending on his mood and whatever your plans are for the day.
if he knows you'll be alone with him for most of the day, he chooses sexy ones. lacy, itchy to hell and back, barely-there against the supple curve of your ass. He chooses pretty ones because he knows he'll be staring at them all day; you don't usually bother with pants on days you're home alone with him.
if you're working, or training, or you'll be away from him for some other reason, he'll give you plain cotton ones that are for function, not pleasure. that's not to say that he doesn't use them for pleasure later, inhaling the scent of your sweat-soaked cunt and thighs from the fabric while strangling his red-tipped cock with his vigorously pumping fist.
sometimes he doesn't give you any. it depends on the day, sometimes you not wearing panties is sexier to him than you wearing lingerie, so when you approach him in the nude, long-since having abandoned the courtesy of a towel after your shower, your skin soft and tacky with warm water, he shakes his head. it's one motion, a simple turn-then-turn-back, but it tells you all you need to know.
"Not today." he decides, and that's that; no panties for you.
sometimes he lets you bargain, like you've got some say in the matter. he'll hold up two pairs, one dotted with cherries and the other with hearts. 'Which one, baby?' he'll ask, and when your eyes linger on the cherries, he bites his tongue to stop from grinning. Upon verbal confirmation, he'll chuck the heart ones back into the drawer, and kindly and gently body slam you onto the bed behind you so that he can pull them up over your legs. And, well, once he's on top of you he usually doesn't get up for a while. you might need the heart ones after all; the cherries won't last.
sometimes you whine about it. he hands you off a pair of granny panties that make you feel less-than-desirable, something boring when your stomach roils with excitement.
"Ani," You plead, "Can I have pretty ones today?"
And his nose scrunches, and he glares suspiciously at you, "Why? You're just going to the market." He levels a sneer at you, his words biting, "Fucking the milkman?"
God forbid you're going to work: "Why do you need something more exciting? Who's gonna see 'em, that sleemo who's always hanging around you? Getting you caf, taking calls for you? You gonna let him see 'em?"
He won't hear reason; that the man is your assistant, that his job is to get you caf and take your calls, and that he is not going to be seeing you any less dressed than he normally does.
"That's not it," You huff, but he won't hear you, leaning down with the drab underwear in hand to tap at your ankle. You let him hook your foot into the hole, then your other when he holds the opposite side of the garment out expectantly. He yanks them up your thighs, securing them tight around your waist with a snap of the band.
"That's all you need." He informs you decisively, and no further questions are allowed.
he collects them at the end of the night, too. you sleep without them, because anakin likes to reach between your thighs in the middle of the night and toy with the warmth of your pussy to occupy his restless hands. he needs easy access, so every night when you change out of your day clothes you bring him your panties. it's not an inspection, per se, more of a checking-in what you've checked-out. he'll thumb at any wet spots he sees, something satisfying in their tacky dampness knowing they happened because of he got you horny enough that you were drooling. he'll peer at the lace, ripped from his own hand, and mutter something about needing replacements.
a package full of new sets will arrive on the doorstep days later; anakin doesn't get much money as a jedi, but he uses what he has for what he cares about.
he'll take them from you, tossing them into the laundry hamper in the closet, though you know the moment you're away from him and he wants you, he'll fish them out again just to mash them against his face. you lean in for a kiss after turning in your panties for the night and he presses one to your forehead, stamping it there with a single word, 'Good.'
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ivrxquack · 10 months
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Cod embarrassing moments
Ghost
Once tried to pull a door that had to be pushed for three minutes until you pushed and you guys just stared at eachother in a weird silence
Soap
Got so drunk he almost kissed someone who had the same hair color as you and you almost beat the tar out of him
Price
Accidentally walked into a stall to a guy wanking it to granny nudes was traumatized for the rest of the month
Gaz
Ran into a metal pole while you two were walking
Hesh
A ball rolled up to him at the park and he decided to kick it and hurt his toe really bad
Logan
Him and Riley were outside and a giant Rottweiler ran up on them and they both jumped onto a random guys car who just so happened to be a cop was extremely embarrassed and apologized a lot
Keegan
Once got infront of a crazy driver and pulled up to a red light and the driver was screaming and cussing him out the whole time until he turned somewhere
Konig
Stuttered 9 times at the McDonald’s drive thru and drove off and tried at the next one and still stuttered so he just ate a expired peice of bread and thought about why he’s even alive
Kruger
“Accidentally”ate a rat and got rabies so konig had to hold him down while the doctor gave him a shot(idk why I make him such a qourky guy)
Rodolfo
Swam out 5ft deep in the lake and almost drowned but was fully prepared to die in silence since he was to nervous to say anything
Alejandro
Helped a old lady get her cat out the tree and slipped and did the splits on a branch and the lady gave him a cookie in wich he ate in tears
Horangi
Ate moldy cheese and got extremely sick but refused to get rest and before you knew it he was throwing up everywhere and stiletto slipped in it
Graves
Slipped in mud while chasing his siblings when he was younger and landed in horse poop(we all know he grew up on the farm)
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theehorsepusssy · 4 months
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Hello, I am writing to inquire as to why your name is “the e-horse pussy”. It seems like a strange choice. Thank you for your time.
HorsePussy is my nickname.
Tumblr (2009) wouldn't let me use that name but they would allow "The Horsepussy"
After Tumblr nuked that blog, I was "Thee Horsepussy" for many years
Then I was many other variations and misspellings after they would delete each blog. I've had 7 or 8 of them nuked.
The current tumblr is spelled "theehorsepusssy" with 3 s's and I don't post sex or gore or prolapses or granny porn or hobo nudes anymore.
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sugarhighchic · 5 months
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Simple things to elevate your femininity
Bedsheets
Having your bed looking pink and cute will make you feel like the princess on the pea. A cute heart- or flower print on your comforter or loads of pillows might just be what you’re missing in your bedroom. Make sure to always do your bed in the morning. Nobody likes to come home to a mess.
Jewelry
Wearing simple everyday pieces can really elevate your outfits and make you perceived as more cohesive. Find out if you're a gold or silver girl through looking at your skin tone and the color of your veins.
Body mists / lotions
Find a fragrance you love and stick to it. Layering a body lotion with a body mist of the same scent will make it stick longer, Victoria's Secret offers many flowery, fruity and fun scents. But be careful! Too much perfume can be overbearing and give those around you a headache. Less is more.
Undergarments
Ditch the beige grannies and go for a cute cheeky print instead. They don’t even need to be scandalous, just add some pink or lace and I bet you’ll feel good. Never do it for any man though, just yourself!
Nails
Keeping your nails clean and simple will make you look classy and put-together. Lose the long stilettos and go for an almond or oval shape instead. If you play an instrument and need to keep your nails short, just make sure they’re filed and nourished with a pale pink or nude on top. Adding sparkles on special occasions is always great for a chic effect.
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// sugarhighchic xx
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grannysword2049 · 11 months
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rachi-roo · 9 months
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Hiyaaaa, Rachi! How are you doing? If fic requests are open, may I please request a (romantic if possible) Lee! Fyodor Ler! Dazai fic?
You know how Fyodor is all calculated and menacing? Yeah, that flies out the moment he's tickled. Let me tell you, it's canon (prove me otherwise😂) that this rat man would be the cutest lee. I'm talking cute-ass nervous/anticipation giggles, his eyes furiously trained on the hands of the ler (our whore-I mean Dazai), twitching when he hasn't even been touched yet. And even Dazai is flabbergasted when he hears the rat's tickly laugh. It's uncharacteristically sweet😂. He doesn't even tease him about it because it's so adorable.
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Bungo Stray Dogs: "Did you know rats laugh when tickled?"
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Hi friendo! Im doing fabulous, thank you! Hope you're well! Oooh! Another challenging one~ Thank you very much for the ask! FyoZai is an interesting ship, one I hadn't considered before now 🤔 Kinda gay but we love that XD Tough, menacing men's being turned into jelly at just sight of wriggling fingers will ALWAYS be a favourite! I've written them as kind of frenemies with benefits XD I hope it satisfies! ❤️🩷❤️
Summary: Dazai manages to break into Fyodors temporary secret residence and has an important fact he has to share!
Lee!Fyodor, Ler!Dazai, Ship
Tw: Mild 'suggestive' flirting/ physical contact
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Night fell over the busy city streets, Fyodor was sitting alone in an inconspicuous little motel rental apartment. It's just somewhere peaceful to stop off between his usual stabbing and hacking and whatnot.
The Russian sighed, running a hand through his ebony locks as he lay on the bed provided, wearing something a little less formal for his rest. Just some black joggers and an oversized shirt. Nice and comfy.
As he stared at the ceiling, he felt his eyelids grow heavy, starting to slip closed as his mind began to fog up with sleep.
Ssshuk-
The unmistakable sound of a sliding window being lifted startled the resting terrorist, making him sit up instantly, just in time to see a gangly leg and arm fall through the window.
"Hupsy daisy!" The lanky limbs belonged to none other than Dazai Osamu. He poked his head in with a smirk, looking directly at Fyodor with a chuckle.
"There you are~!" He chimed, pulling himself through the tiny window and dusting himself off. "Geez, I thought the information said room four. I just saw the little old lady next door completely butt nude. Not a pleasant sight." He cringed.
Fyodor was already at his mental capacity limit just by having this goon break in through the window. But he knew this was far from over.
"What do you want, Dazai?" He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He didn't bother asking how Dazai found his location. He knew the goober would probably just say 'magic' or something stupid like that.
Dazai grinned, sitting by Fyodors' side on the edge of his bed. "Awww, c'mon buddy. Do I really need a reason to visit my arch nemesis slash bestie?" He chuckled, kicking his shoes off and turning to sit cross-legged on the bed.
"Dazai," Fyodor sighed, covering his mouth as he yawned. "I'm tired, okay? Can we do this another time? Go talk to Granny next door if you're bored." He turned on his side, nuzzling his face into his pillow, hoping Dazai would just leave if he ignored him.
Obviously, that wasn't going to work at all. Being ignored only edged him on. "But I have a fun fact for you! Come ooooon!" He shook the russians arm playfully.
"Uuuugh... Will you go if I listen to your stupid fact?"
"Yes! Immediately!" Dazai nodded.
"Fine! What is it?" Fyodor kept his face half buried in his pillow before feeling Dazai suddenly grab him and flip him onto his back, straddling his waist and pinning his arms beside his head in one swift movement.
"Aaaalright!" The brunette beamed. "Did you know rats laugh when tickled?"
The floor fell from beneath Fyodor. He felt his stomach drop and then fill with butterflies. His heart rate suddenly shot up as his cheeks flushed with a pink glow.
"I did not know... That rats could do that. No." He felt so very silly at just how immediate his reaction was to a simple word. One damn word!
"You didn't know that? Whaaaat? That's craaaazy!" Dazai dragged out sarcastically, knowing he had Fyodor right where he wanted him.
"No, so, is that all? Or is th-ehee! No! No, stop that." Fyodors' demonic reputation was stripped from him. All Dazai had to do was raise his hands and flex those fiendish fingers, and Fyodor melted like cotton candy in a stream.
Dazai smirked, cruelly edging his teasing fingers closer to Fyodors torso, not giving any indication as to where he would actually strike.
"What's the matter, Fyodor? It's not like you're a rat or anything. Unless, maybe you are? Maybe you're a silly, giggly, ticklish little rat~!" God, his teasing was relentless!
Fyodor tried biting back his anxious giggling as he fought with Dazais hands. Swatting and grabbing at any advances the detective made.
"Stohohp! Dazai! This isn't fuhunnyyy!" He managed to grip both of Dazais wrists, grinning giddily up at his attacker as he tried to catch his breath.
"Oh, but it is funny! It's so, so funny to see you wriggling like a widdle wat!" Dazai smirked, letting Fyodor hold his wrists for a moment as he leaned down, softly placing a few butterfly kisses on his 'friend's' neck, making his shoulders bunch.
"Hehe! N-Noho! Dazai! G-Get ohoff!" He blushed profusely, his feet kicking against the mattress. In the split second that he was distracted, Dazai snuck his hands down, digging into Flydors' sides, kneading into them with his nimble fingers.
"Gotcha, ratty!"
"NYAHAHA! Shit! Shiiit! Naaahaha!"
Dazai put his full weight on Fyodor, keeping him trapped as he gripped his hips, drilling his thumbs into the protruding bone.
"Oh, what a skinny rat you are~"
"Wait! Dazai not thEHEHAHAHAAAAA!"
Fyodor wheezed as he tried to curl up, his hips bucking slightly against Dazais. The suicidal numpty chuckled, making silly false moaning sounds.
"Ah~ Fyodor~ Harder~!"
"GET OFFA MEHEHE! Y-You peheherv!" Fyodor pushed on Dazais cheeks, trying to wriggle himself free.
"You crehehEHEHEEP! AH! Ya ub'yu tebyahaha, ublyudok! UMEREHEHET!"
"Uuuh, no tengo espanol?"
"Screhehew you!"
"Ah~! How forward of you my dear~!"
"DAZAI!" Fyodor grabbed Dazais' hands, pulling them away from his hips only to have his own hands suddenly pinned over his head with one of Dazais.
"Got you nooow~" Dazai grinned evily, wriggling his finger close to Fyodors exposed armpits, enjoying the power he weilded as he watched his helpless buddy writhe and flinch beneath him.
"Stohop teasing! You neheheee! No!"
Dazai gasped, seeing Fyodors shirt had ridden up. "Ohoho! What do we have here~?" He cooed, slowly starting to drag his fingers back and forth over his exposed tummy, biting his lip as he watched Fyodors skin tremble.
"A-Aha! Gh-! Stoahahap! Hah-!"
"Coochie, coochie, cooo little rat~" He dipped his finger into his belly button, earning a satisfying squeal. "Hehe, what a squeaky little rat you are! Eek, eek!"
"I swehear I-Ihihi'm gonna kill you!"
"You what?"
"I'll kIHIHIIIIIYAHAHA!" The Russians body arched as Dazai suddenly switched his tactics, clawing at Fyodors underarm.
"Didn't quite catch that, buddy." Dazai taunted, smiling down at Fyodors' exasperated expression. His eyes scrunched shut, his tear stained cheeks a warm pink hue and his bright unyielding smile filling the room with his loud, relentless laughter. It brought out the sadist in Dazai, seeing his loved one like this.
"I could go all night with you like this~ It's quite a nice view. Tickle, tickle, tickle~"
"Plehehease! No! Noho! Mehercy! AHAHAHAAAAA!"
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Finally, Dazai was satisfied. He hopped off his partner, stretching his arms as if nothing had happened, slipping his shoes on casually as he listened to Fyodors heavy breathing.
"Did I go too hard?" He asked, turning to look as Fyodor curled in on himself, hiding his face in his pillow as he hugged it to his chest.
"Haha, awww, lil' rat is all tired. Darn, look at the mess you've made." He chuckled, gesturing to the bed sheets that had been pulled loose due to all Fyodors thrashing.
He smiled, gently tucking the bed sheets back under the mattress, so they were nice and neat. "Are you really ignoring me now?... Fyodooor?" Dazai chimed, swiping a finger across Fyodors bare foot, immediately getting smacked across the face with a pillow.
"DAMN IT DAZAI!"
"What!? I thought we were having a moment!"
"OUT! Get out!" Fyodor growled, his face beat red, steam pouring from his ears like he was ready to burst.
"But Fyodooor!"
"NO! Y-You're the worst!"
"Okay, okay." Dazai leaned in suddenly, placing a soft kiss on his partner's forehead, making Fyodor need a reboot. "I'll catch you later, ratty~" Dazai smirked, already halfway out the window again when Fyodor tossed his pillow at him.
"OUT!"
"Love you too!"
Fyodor sighed, flopping back down onto his bed with a huff.
"Yeah..."
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katsukikitten · 2 years
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Synopsis: Some how your underwear keeps turning up missing, leaving you to wonder if it's just an honest mixup or if there is a dirty little thief in the office.
Warning: Dom fem reader, subby underwear snatcher Kiri who gets degraded, non con.
A/N : a thot that turned into a drabble thanks to @kingkatsuki for just asking if I was making a fic, lol so here it is, no beta, wc 2253
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Again. It fucking happened again. Rummaging through your clean laundry the agency has once again misplaced your civilian outfit. Well part of it and the part some would consider the most important part.
Your underwear.
Your thong to be more specific.
This wasn't the first time this has happened since starting here at the Red Riot/Dynamight agency.
And it wasn't like that shit was cheap either. 7/30 dumb ass sales and that's if you were lucky.
If you were getting high quality shit, which you preferred, even the few times you were them under your skin tight suit, it was going to cost even more.
Quickly you throw on your dress and hope there isn't some gust of wind as you shove on your dress boots for some dumb ass dinner that the "founders" insist on having with the heros.
An appreciation dinner Kirishima had called it in his email. Most thought it was great but you agreed with your grumpy hero partner that it was a bit stupid.
Still you smooth the almost too short skirt down as you sit, a wrap top that shows the flesh of your solar plexus and makes your tits look that much bigger. The dinner was held at a late night bar you frequented, so the least this occasion would do was help you bring home a play thing for the night.
The dinner goes on as usual and you bring home a delicious treat for the night. Although you miss entirely the pair of red eyes searing your skin even into the late hours of the night.
You don't know about the labored breaths happening across town.
Of a large man sticking your underwear firmly to his nose. Thinking about how your pretty cunt was protected by only a thin black skirt and how only two people knew your dirty little secret of being commando.
You
And
Him
The thought sends him over the edge as his fist frantically pumps his cock, he paints his stomach in his sticky sin as he pants. Eyes lidded and hazed as he tries not to get hard for the third time.
Fucked out but still, he needed more. You just smelled far too good for him to resist.
Each passing week you lose more and more pairs of underwear. Cheeky, full coverage, thongs, hell even the granny panties you had bought to deter a possible painty thief.
But those went missing too.
Hmm, so what was the common factor here?
A question you've asked yourself over the last few months, it takes Bakugou and another hero to walk into the locker room in all black before it clicks. They strip, not caring that your eyes rake over your bodies and it's then you find the answer.
Everyone in this agency wore all black.
A devilish smile forms on your lips as you absentmindedly stare at Bakugou's happy trail and scar, plan formulating to never lose a pair again.
Slamming your locker you rush from the humid tiled room, sans underwear for the third time this week as Bakugou shouts out.
"Oi, quit slamming shit." To which you reply
"Fuck off."
A brisk walk from the business district to the shopping district is a god-send in this summer heat. Even at 8 at night the heat of the sun clings to the pavement making the night a bit muggy.
Scouring through store after store to find good quality underwear in any color other than nude or black, and finally FINALLY you find the most obnoxious pair in neon pink.
You buy the entire inventory, mean cat smile on your plush lips all the way home.
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This morning you were first to change, per the usual, leaving your vibrant underwear in the hamper. Lacing up your boots as Bakugou brings his civi clothes to the giant pile.
"Really?" He sucks his teeth and rolls his eyes, "Ya having that hard of a time convincing people you're a woman?"
He teases as he walks towards the exit expecting you to follow for yet another grueling day with your least favorite boss.
"I'm not afraid to paralyze my boss." You singsong, "My only regret is that it will be temporary."
The day carries on with banter between the two of you and bagging any villain that your eyes land on until it's quitting time.
Much earlier than normal thanks to Bakugou being weeks behind on paperwork earning you a half day.
Heading towards the locker room catching movement out of the corner of your eyes.
Walking towards his office is Kirishima in his hero uniform, something sticks out of his back pocket, something bright.
Something neon pink.
You stand stupefied for a second.
You expected this type of shit from Denki
But THE Red Riot, a man in his early thirties who was just labeled as one of the top ten sexiest men resorted to this level of perversion?
What should you even do?
Confront your boss about possibly stealing your underwear?
Well fuck yea you were that shit was not cheap.
Besides you were a young brash hero, rivaled by none other than stubborn ass Bakugou himself, so confrontation was your middle name.
Quickly you stalk after him, slipping into his office behind him and shutting the door.
Locking it before he can even turn around.
"What's this?" You ask, pulling the underwear from his back pocket.
Pulling your underwear from his back pocket.
"Is this where they've all been going?" Anger sings in your bones until you look up and see the most pathetic look on his face. His brows furrowed, sharp teeth biting on his lower lip and if the mountainous man could shrink he would.
The sight of it sent a jolt straight to your cunt.
"I- it-" He stammers, he never was the best at lying, "It must have ended up in my clean pants. The agency washes all of our stuff together, sometimes I get Bakugou's boxers."
He laughs then, it's awkward and forced as he rubs the back of his head.
"That so?" You fold the underwear inside out, "Funny cause I bought this pair just yesterday, wore them this morning and last I checked Laundry worked overnight."
You step closer and he steps back rattling the items on his desk when he collides with it.
"May-maybe they did it earlier than usual." He tries to produce more excuses but you're having none of his bullshit.
"Sit and stay." You hiss, quirk activating on its own as the large man's eyes widen. He sits on the edge of his desk and the wood groans from his weight.
"Even if that were true Kirishima, which it isn't, you cannot tell me these are clean pants." Your manicured nail taps at the blood and dirt stains on the black fabric, before they trail over his skin. Pointing out the rubble that got caught in his chest hair.
It sends a shiver up his spine and watching the man visibly shudder sends another jolt to your cunt. You lean close to him, glossy lips beside his ear and you can smell the day's work on him. His sweat, the sun, and dirt mingle with his musk making it difficult for you to be angry.
"Just admit it." You purr, pressing your knee on his balls, "You're just a dirty little theif."
He groans loudly enough it makes you gasp. His large cock growing impossibly bigger under his tight pants.
"Oh?" You gently let your nails slide up his nape before you yank his hair roughly, pulling his stubbled face to look at you, "You're enjoying this?"
"Do you know how many times I've had to go commando? How many meetings and dinners I sat through?" He groans at the thought, dick twitching now and you scoff.
"Such a fuckin pervert." You scold, twirling your underwear and watching his gaze glued to the fabric.
You stretch it out displaying the underwear so he can fully see the crotch and g string.
"You like these that much?" He makes a pleading face and nods, the sight of it has you dripping now.
This big powerful man reduced to pouting in a matter of minutes and a few choice words.
"Then have them." You smile, leaning close and grabbing his jaw forcing it open and shoving the fabric in. Just enough he can't spit it out but not too far he cannot breath.
Drool already dribbles down his peach fuzz and his hips buck wildly, hands unable to move.
"Oh." You moan, watching him struggle, watching him look so fucking pitiful with his dirty secret stuck in his mouth.
"I think I know how you can repay me." Slowly you unzip his pants and his cock springs free. Bigger than you'd ever imagined and by instinct your mouth waters. Gathering the saliva with your tongue before making a show of it. Slowly pushing the spit from your mouth and for a split second your spit and his cock are connected before you let it go. A muffled whimper comes from him encouraging you to wrap your hand around his fat cock. It wasn't that he needed the lubrication with how much his cock head was weeping. Sliding the pre and your spit over his length, pumping him slowly as you held eye contact.
"You like this huh?" You let your thumb slide over a thick vein and he sighs, jerking against the strength of your quirk. He wants to pin you beneath him, bury his cock into your cunt until you're clawing at the desk while he pounds into you.
But this? You guiding him, poking and prodding him while he was totally powerless?
Fuck he could get used to this.
"Such a dirty dog." You snarl and a deep groan comes from his throat. His tongue lapping at the cotton in his mouth.
You pull away, zipping down the front of your hero suit and stepping out of it.
His eyes are glued to your crotch, watching the silvery string break when you pull the fabric away. He whimpers again and even more as you bring it to his face, letting him see it up close before you giggle.
"Wow, who would have thought that big, sweet Kirishima was so nasty. So fucking desperate to taste a pretty cunt."
"How about feel one?" You slip your fingers between your thighs, slowly circling your clit. The sight makes him squeeze his eyes shut in concentration, "Is the perverted Pro Hero too busy to fuck?"
You turn around, giving him your ass to see before you bend over slightly. Spreading your cheeks and letting your cunt flutter to the sound of his groans.
Reaching around you take the tip, wondering if you can even take all of him, and slowly guide his length into your eager cunt. The stretch is a delicious burn, furiously rubbing your clit to distract you and it's enough to make you cum.
"Fuck, Eiji baby you're so big." You slur as your cunt grabs onto a few inches of him before you ease your weight onto him. Ass to his pelvis as his cock head gently kisses your cervix. You've never felt so full in your life.
And Kirishima had never seen so many stars, your pussy still greedily trying to milk him from your earlier orgasm. It drives him mad that he can't fuck up into you, especially when you take too long to rock your hips so, so slowly.
But you find some sort of rhythm, moaning almost too loudly as you use him like a dildo.
"You're such a good toy." He watches the shudder go down your spine as you push and pull yourself on him, "Angled just right."
You're panting, babbling almost when you should be in total control, but damn if he just wasn't a perfect fit.
You cum again and again as his cock hits that sensitive spot in your velvety walls.
Shaking as your knees give out and your nails bite into his thighs as you steady yourself. Pussy gripping him so tightly.
Kirishima groans wildly, loudly, and he's about to lose his load in an embarrassing amount of time.
"Don't cum." You hiss and now physically he can't. His swollen cock head hitting your insides just right. Being squeezed beautifully by your snug cunt. The very thing he's dreamed of with his nose buried in your underwear late at night.
And now he was being denied?
On top of that the command from your quirk is worse than edging.
As you grind him, giving him full view of your gorgeous ass and watching his cock disappear into your sloppy cunt he cries. Fat tears falling down his cheeks as he fights your quirk, pulling out the underwear you stuffed into his mouth.
"Please, please…" He begs and fights further against your commands to grab at your hips and his demonstration of power makes you squeeze him tighter. Creaming his cock with a muffled moan. Slowing the rolls of your hips as you fuck yourself gently through the feeling.
His cock throbs inside of you begging for release before you pop off of him suddenly. The anguish that watches over his face is delicious.
Fucking salivating.
"Aht aht." You wag your finger and your ass with your drooling cunt, turning around to press a bruising kiss to his lips, pulling away with a glint of malicious mischief in your eyes.
"Only good men get to cum."
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BTVS “Every Outfit” “Intervention” Xx
Technically only two looks this ep but such variations!!!
Of course Buffy would wear a T-shirt, sweater and overcoat to go to the desert, I’m not surprised considering she’s the girl with the greatest coat collection in Southern California!!!
Buffy-Bots outfits is ICONIC! I love everything about it, from the fuchsia of the top to the nude tone of the “granny” skirt! I even love her little tights! The standout however is the studded leather jacket, completes the look!!!
I find it very interesting that this is what two mens idea of what a trendy fashionista like Buffy would wear … CHOICES
The beachy buffy season five hair makes a return for its final appearance in the show! An iconic era in hair and for the show honestly!!!
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