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ma1dita · 2 months

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im begging on my knees for you to see my vision of riding Luke in the driver’s seat of a car after a stressful and dangerous quest 😩😭 THE TENSION!? THE ROUGHNESS??

🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥

mdni

luke castellan x reader

a/n: it's 7am... i... don't know either. smut. unprotected sex. semi public. slight exhibitionism

wc: 835

riding luke in the driver's seat of a car he stole while accompanying you on your first official quest.... having a car was a quicker way to get the job done he said, and chris also reasoned the old lady they carjacked won't know what she's missing. with two sons of hermes against you, even if you disagreed with them they still wouldn't hear a single complaint from your lips once you could sit in the ac instead of trod through the summer midwestern heat.

a week later you're sitting in the parking lot of a motel in rural illinois. one second you're grinning over the success of your quest and waiting for chris to come back with the room key and the next second luke's pulling you over the console into a bruising kiss that makes his cracked lips bleed. days ago you remember watching luke pick the locks of this car just as easy as he flicks your belt open just now, your knees digging into the hot metal of the seatbelt mechanism next to his thighs as you rise up from your haunches and he can see the sweat glistening on your tummy, back arching over the steering wheel. your shirt flies over his shoulders and lands somewhere in the backseat. shorts following as quick as he can pull them off you, slick rubbing against the meat of your thighs so much that when you sit back down on his lap he can feel it through his jeans---the heat isn't just coming from the red glow of the motel sign almost vibrating with the words 'open 24/7'.

he presses your back across the wheel, one hand snaking up to your throat and the other dragging your panties to the side for him to peek and prod at in the dim light. with his seat leaned all the way back, he watches you like you're something out of the porn magazine chris jokingly nicked from the gas station earlier, shiny with sweat and something he can smell, desire reeking from every pore of your tired body. demigod aside, you're a fucking fever dream, a nasty thought that keeps luke hard at night until he can jack off when everyone finally goes to sleep in cabin 11. the only thing he'll be thanking the gods for is the fact that his brother left you two long enough for a quick fuck.

"luke, we're still dirty," you mumble, but he knows you couldn't care less, both of you covered in blood and grime and unable to know where he ends and you begin once his fly goes down and you sink onto him like a perfect mold. this is filthier---the feeling of your pussy clenching down on him tight with every thrust of your hips downwards like he'd ever want to leave this small slice of heaven.

"f-fuck, just like that...you're so tight f'me..."

you grab onto his curls to make him look at you in the dim lighting, dipping your fingers into his mouth as you rock your hips hard and he sucks on them like they're covered in nectar---sharp tongue and plump lips dancing around your digits despite the dirt under your nails but he's entranced by the way your eyes roll back once he starts fighting against your rhythm. it's not a competition but with every noise that spills from your lips as he pistons into your sopping warmth, he thinks he might be winning.

"so dirty baby... you're right... feels too good to stop though huh?" he grins at the sound of sticky skin slapping once he bucks his hips up faster. through the steamy windshield, he can see curtains rustling in the windows near where he parked the car. maybe it's the way the whole vehicle is shaking with the force of your hips, the headlights he accidentally turned back on when taking your clothes off, or maybe its the way you're screaming his name like you want someone to hear.

"oh, luke, i can't! slow down, people are gonna...see!"

you're holding onto his shoulders and peeking at his face through teary lashes and this motherfucker has his tongue between his lips smiling---mortals be damned. they can watch if they want, regardless he fucks into you like he means it. until you fall apart on his cock and there are red handprints on your hips from where he pulls you off of him, the both of you pulling at his cock with his hands over yours until hot streaks of cum paint your tummy to your tits.

there's a knock at the window. rolling the window down at eye level, luke makes eye contact with chris who looks at his brother with a knowing grin. you've thrown your head onto his shoulder in embarassment, sandwiching the multiple stains and fluids between your shaking bodies.

"shower's open. you guys were... occupied so i went ahead. you both need it," chris smirks, before sliding luke the extra key card.

and he's right. the both of you need a shower. good thing the next step after getting dirty is scrubbing each other clean, right?

#jo's 23rd birthday bash ⋆｡°✩#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x reader smut #pjo x reader #percy jackon and the olympians

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tojisprettywife · 2 months

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Your Fav fairies and their wands

{note: this is the so called 'surprise' hahaha💀. i'll be describing men of jjk's copulation wand🪄 (according to me). it's my first time doing it. hopefully, it's fine and makes some sense. the basic drill, unedited, not proof read. minors DNI.}

< @jkumiplace here u go, what i was talking abt 😭.>

warnings: heavily 18+, idk copulation wand and its components explained. nsfw under the cut.

First let's talk about the man, i write the most about.

Toji Fushiguro

everyone attaches 'big cock' with him for a reason, bc it is big. and this man is in his 40s so def, he's uncut. with two prominent veins running along the length, the tip is red but it is in between his skin tone and red. the tip may be slightly curved, so it perfectly grazes your sweet spot. he's so thick and girthy, he stretches you out so well. def a shower. the shaft's skin tone is two shades darker than his skin tone, and has a bit of a brown hue. again, heavy balls, so round, so cute. breeder balls, that are heavy and slap against your clit each time, so harshly during backshots. his precum is salty but cum though, viscous, literally thick, white, and salty plus bitter makes you gag each time you try to swallow it, but fills your pussy so full, gracefully dripping out your tight hole as he pulls out. his pubic hair is not trimmed, unkempt for sure, but when he starts dating you, he might think abt it twice. also has a very visible happy trail.

6.5 inches in length, 5 inches in girth, uncut.

Nanami Kento

more of a grower, than a shower. 6 inches. perfect. what you want need he has it. def cut, pinky aww and has a mushroom tip. has a dick, you wanna worship, bc he trims, it's perfect. hygiene? 20/10. his shaft is the same color as his skin tone, the base might have a slight red hue. precum is clear, slightly salty but with a hint of sweetness, cum though is milky white, not so viscous, tastes salty yet with a hint of sweetness and a pinch of tanginess. takes good care of himself, and has well kept nails, so he doesn't hurt you while fingering you. eats fruits, and drinks adequate water, so he doesn't taste like battery acid, rather sweet and nice. i know he has something addictive in his cum. and yes balls <3, round and soft, loves it when you suck on them.

6-6.2 inches in length, 4.5 inches in girth, cut

Geto Suguru

another big dick attached behind his name. he def has a size that you can't fit easily, your jaw would hurt. loves it when you choke on it. shower, not much of a grower. uncut, no one can convince me otherwise. he has a slight curve upwards when erect, slightly, again bruises and brushes against your g spot so well, a red-ish-pink tip, and quite a few veins running along the length, the skin color of the shaft similar to his skin tone, with a hue of brown. precum is salty and sticky; cum whew is slightly clear yet milky white, not much viscous viscosity of mango juice tastes salty and slightly bitter and can be sweet at times. well kept and trimmed if he is in a relationship, otherwise unkempt. his balls are not so big, but sensitive. a light happy trail! when he stretches his arms above his head, his tee lifts up giving u a small peek of his happy trail. (he might do this on purpose lol)

6.4-6.6 inches in length, 5.01 inches in girth, uncut

Gojo Satoru

ah yes, the lover boy. his dick is pretty. like he doesn't have much pubic hair, it's super light, so he doesn't need to do much work. cut, pinky tip, leaks a lot of precum. the shaft is the same skin color as his skin tone but has a pink tint to it, with two veins running along the side of it. weirdly enough, this man takes care of himself pretty, as counterintuitive as that sounds. his nails are done in a nail salon, drinks water adequately, eats fruits, and he smells amazing. i bet when he sweats, it doesn't even smell. hmm, his cum is less viscous, pretty easy to swallow, and sweet! a little salty. he has very sensitive balls, loves it when u fondle them and ride him plus loves it when u suck on them while giving him a head.

6.8-7 inches in length, 4.2 inches in girth, cut

Higuruma Hiromi

im pretty sure he is cooped up in his office all the time yet i'd say he is more of a grower than a shower. uncut, again no one can convince me otherwise mushroom tip, is darker than his skin color, shaft is a bit lighter compared to his tip. his length is quite average but girthy, you can't take him without prior prep, fingering. he doesn't leak precum much, it has a more mucus texture, slightly salty w a pinch of tanginess; his cum though, is thick and milky white, bitter at times can be sweet depending on his diet. it's hard to swallow his cum, leaving a slightly bitter, acidic aftertaste on your tongue. his balls def small but heavy, likes how it sounds when it slaps against your ass. takes care of himself better when he is in a relationship.

5.7-5.9 inches in length, 5.56 inches in girth, uncut.

(hint. hint. the names!)

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chaotic-iguana · 9 months

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OKAY OKAY!!

Soft! Joel where he’s had a rough day & reader looks after him. Gives him a bath & all that goodness. No smut just pure fluff of Joel needing readers comfort and reassurance 😭😭😭😭😭

HELLO my love yes ofCOURSE i got u. let’s fucking GO:

Burrow | joel x reader

set in the refuge universe

wordcount: 0.38k

You could see it in his eyes the second you opened the door for him. The weight of the day clung to him, from his slumped shoulders to the red rims of his eyes. The smudges under his lash line. The wrinkles on his face looked deeper, cheeks more hollow.

You said nothing, just grasped his hand lightly and led him towards the bathroom, stopping outside only to gently pull his clothes off of him. Fingers soft as they cradled his skin, skimming his ribs and the v of his hips as you knelt down to shimmy him out of his jeans. When you straightened and looked at him, there were tears glistening on his cheeks. Reaching a thumb out to swipe them away, you tugged your own shirt over your head and ripped off your trousers, turning the water on and adjusting the temperature for it to be just the way he liked it.

You climbed into the shower, him clambering in behind you, and ran a washcloth under the water to wipe it over his arms, legs, and chest with such reverence it felt almost laughable to be treating a man of his size as if he were fragile. Though that wasn’t too far from the truth. Hands massaging soap into his hair, your nails scraped his scalp and he tensed for a second, before melting into your touch even further, sighing in relief. You tapped his cheek to make him tilt his head back, repeating the soothing circles into his hair to rinse it out. Joel reached for your soap, but your hand came around his wrist - or tried to. It was so thick that your fingers didn’t touch - but in this moment, you couldn’t care less. This was for him. You didn’t want him to reciprocate.

The both of you stood under that shower long after the water ran cold, Joel pressing his face into your collarbone as he slumped against you, gripping you hard enough to bruise - desperation making him wrack in shuddering sobs. You couldn’t do much but circle your arms around him, holding him just as tightly. You’d let him burrow into you and hide in your skin if it meant he’d feel whole again.

And so you held him until he did.

hello loves, as always - thank you for reading. comment your thoughts or find me on ao3. stay hydrated and have a great day! taglist (lmk if u wanna be taken off, no hard feelings): @imherefordeanandbones, @theywhowriteandknowthings, @josephquinnswhore, @millerscoffee, @nostalxgic, @sscorpiiio, @pedrosaidsheispunk, @its-nebuleuse, @sofiparallel, @mandoisapunk, @bastardmandennis, @pawnshopb1ues, dividers by @reveriesources (the best.)

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sunlightandsuffering · 3 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/sunlightandsuffering/743958271343427584/i-actually-tried-to-read-the-comments-but-past

I don’t deserve you 😭❤️ I actually just commented on your newest drabble on the dark blog!! My guilty pleasure would be under the table shenanigans during the dinner double date in MM but I know you haven’t written that yet so don’t worry!! I’m just curious about your ideas 👀

BABY ILY U DESERVE EVERYTHING! I HAVE TRIED LIKE 1000 TIMES TO WRITE THIS FOR U I HAVE LIKE 6 ITERATIONS SO ILL GIVE U MY BEST ONE SO FAR 😭😭 I’m having trouble with the tension or something it just keeps turning into a meme instead so I think after this scene where like they fight that Eren is gonna pull out the big guns under the table! HES GONNA STEAL COLTS CHAIR NONCHALANTLY !! AND THEN THE HAND ON THE THIGH ACTION WILL START! And after that it’ll be all magic 😈😈 and Mikasa will be forced to react but we’ll see my writing usually gets away from me 😂😂

“I hear seafood can be a real aphrodisiac,” Hitch says breathlessly as Eren hands her another oyster, her face flushed and Eren smiles wickedly at the change in conversation.

“I guess later on we’ll find out.”

Mikasa restrains herself from reaching across the table to stab Eren with her fork. Their plates are thankfully cleared before Mikasa can follow through on the desire.

Because Eren’s hand is grasped in Hitch’s, and she’s smiling up at him with such adoration, Mikasa can barely take it. The entire restaurant suddenly seems too suffocating, and she stands abruptly before she can do something stupid like strangle the blonde girl.

“I’m going to wash up before dessert,” She excuses herself and without another word she’s gone, off towards the bathroom without a look back.

Even the women’s washroom seems too cramped, and she bypasses it entirely to head out the large fire exit a little past the kitchen where chefs are barking out orders. The cold air is a relief as she steps outside into the brisk winter air, she hadn’t realized just how hot she’d been inside.

Mikasa fans herself lightly, flushed from emotions other than just her raging jealousy, fuck her stupid sex magic, fuck all of it.

Her musings are interrupted by none other than the problem himself, the back door slamming shut behind him, and immediately she greets him with a murderous glare.

“Antagonizing me during dinner, really, Eren?”

Eren shrugs casually, unphased by the accusation, “It’s not antagonizing, I was trying to make you jealous.”

Mikasa scoffs, looking away from him to stare out into the dark alley, a few dumpsters and a stray cat their only audience.

Before she can respond she can feel Eren’s dark presence looming behind her, his breath at her pulse, “And it’s working.”

Mikasa refutes this vehemently, “It’s not–”

She is cut off by a kiss that goes straight to her head, so ruinous that all protests leave her mind at once, the harsh possessive grip of his hands at her hips, lips bruising her own.

He’s walking her back towards the wall of the alley, and she’s sealed between cold brick and the addictive warmth of Eren’s body, caging her in. He kisses her like he’s trying to convince her of something and fuck it whatever it is she’s convinced, her hands knotted in his hair, yanking him closer.

They go blow for blow, he squeezes her ass, hauling her up into his arms, she pulls his hair, pulling it from its tie. Let him explain that to Hitch, the hair she’s been covering all night, she was the one who got to touch it first, mess it up.

They kiss like they fight, with more passion than she’s ever felt in her life and probably more aggression than is appropriate.

He slams her back into the brick wall so harshly that for a moment the breath is knocked out of her but there is no reprieve, Eren stealing the air from her lungs as he follows her with kisses.

But she’s not to be outdone, bites his bottom lip so hard she draws blood, digs her nails into the firm muscles of his shoulders.

“Fuck Mikasa,” he grunts shoving the hem of her shirt up, rough hands hungrily exploring soft curves, mapping out every inch of smooth skin

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thesightstoshowyou · 1 year

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Cold Comfort

John Ryder (The Hitcher 2007) x F Reader (NSFW)

Terror, pain, and a little softness.

Warnings: Dubcon, blood, gunplay, piercing trauma, nail trauma, face fucking, violence

A/N: OKAY so I was talking about this with @theartofslashing over TWO years ago 😭 Forgive me for just now getting to this lmao.

I can’t find it on YouTube anymore, but there is a deleted scene in 2007 The Hitcher where John—laying next to a sleeping Grace in her shitty motel room—plays with her hair, then runs his hand up and down her side. Half asleep Grace, thinking it’s Jim, gently grabs his hand to hold it. John pauses, then rips his hand out of her grip and slowly gets up off the bed, shoulders hunched, this puzzled and almost distressed look on his face. He rubs and inspects his hand like it hurts, like her soft touch burned him.

@theartofslashing said about this scene “…honestly the more often I replay this... he seems so... fascinated by her? Like... he doesn't even really know how to deal with his own attraction? …possibly because he just DOESN'T know how to relate to people without hurting them?” AND THAT IS SO SPOT ON with how I see the 2007 version of John Ryder.

So let’s explore this a little. This is the same reader from my other Hitcher fics in my Masterlist.

Soft, yellow light spills across your face, leaks through your eyelids until you’re aware of its glow. Cheap, scratchy sheets grate against your bare skin, the musty smell of old linen and something metallic wrinkling your nose.

Slowly you shift and—OH GOD you hurt; straining, sore muscles, stinging flesh, dull throbbing in one of your fingertips. Then there’s the ache between your thighs, a pain you’ve come to associate only with…

John.

Your eyes fly open. A dingy, water-stained ceiling greets you. Across the room is a bulky television perched on a cracked dresser, some generic art screwed to the wall. To your left, an ancient, brass lamp sits atop a rickety, particle board nightstand.

Wildly, you rip the comforter off your nude form and glance down. The sheets below you are soaked with crimson—your blood. It’s a fucking murder scene. Your body is riddled with cuts and bruises, your finger twinging sharply until you release the bedding from your white knuckled grip. Your hand shakes as you examine your digits.

You’re missing a fingernail.

You recall the noise you’d made when John had ripped it off with a pair of pliers. Your face burns.

It is then you notice the gentle trickling of water and the steam pouring from the open bathroom door. Your foggy brain clunks and whirs as things start to fall into place all at once.

You’d stayed the night.

You’d stayed overnight with John.

You’re still here.

He’s still here.

He’s going to want you gone.

You need to get out of here.

Gritting your teeth to silence your groan of pain, you claw your way off the lumpy mattress. Frantically, you locate your clothes—jeans, shirt ripped to shreds, jacket, where are your underwear—pulling on whatever you can find until you’re mostly covered.

You reach for the door, pause…where’s your bag? You need your bag. Scanning the disorganized room—jesus, there’s blood on the wall—you spot the corner of black leather peeking out from under the bed.

In two steps you’re there, wincing when you bend down to retrieve it. Sling the strap over your shoulder, scurry back to the door, grip the lock, turn—

“Going somewhere?”

You freeze, stomach lurching. Swallowing thickly, you turn. John leans against the bathroom door frame, arms crossed, jeans hanging off his hips, short hair still damp.

His expression is impossible to read. Is he upset? Apathetic? Is he fucking with you? It’s so hard to determine.

“I, uh…I figured you’d…that I should just….” You motion vaguely over your shoulder toward the door. Your heart still races when he stares at you, blood rushing like floodwater in your ears.

You think…no, you know he meant to kill you that first night he’d picked you up. And you’re positive you weren’t the first. Again, you wonder how many others there were, or have been since you’d met. John’s killed, and you could so easily be next.

So why do you keep coming back?

John says nothing to your stammering, instead leisurely crossing the room toward you, one unhurried step at a time. He watches you shake like a leaf in the breeze, his dead gaze trailing down your body, assessing your torn shirt, your bloody skin. You notice his jaw tensing and relaxing and you’d be worried if you didn’t already know this is just something he does, an unconscious habit.

Briefly, you wonder if anyone else knows this about him.

Thoughts derail when he reaches you, grips your shoulder, pushes you to your knees. Your rubbery legs crumble instantly and you grunt when your sore body protests your abrupt thump onto ancient carpet.

You open your mouth to say something but any words you might have uttered leave your tongue in a terrified squeak as John produces a handgun from his back pocket. His rough hand grips your hair, twists your locks around calloused fingers. Stinging pain in your scalp stills you, fear of ripping your hair out and angering him holding you frozen in place.

Stop curling your toes, he’s got a fucking gun—

“J-John,” you whimper, your terrified expression reflected in nickel plating as the 1911 is brushed against your cheek.

He ignores your plea, or perhaps revels in it, judging by the way his lips curl minutely at the corners. “Stick out your tongue,” John murmurs, voice a low rumble that raises goosebumps along your skin.

Breath shaking, lips quivering, you don’t take your eyes off his face as you open your mouth and tentatively allow your tongue to unfurl. A tremulous whine escapes your throat when the barrel comes to rest on your tongue. Furiously, you blink away tears, silently pleading, begging.

The slide slips past your lips. You cough, gag, retch when the caustic scent of gunpowder and sharp metallic tang hit the back of your throat. Cold metal glides along your tongue as the gun is removed, then pushed back in, as much as will fit.

A hitching sob sounds around the gun. Terror wreaks havoc on your sanity, every panicked thought racing around your skull over and over and over. Is his finger on the trigger? Is the safety on? Is this it?

This is John you’re talking about, so your worst fears are most likely true, but you don’t dare look away from his piercing green gaze. You’re sure, somehow, that if you glance down to check his trigger discipline, John’s restraint will snap and your brains will end up splattered on the scuffed, white door behind you.

Drool pools in your cheeks, spilling over your tongue and down your chin until it drips onto your jeans. When John finally, finally pulls the barrel from your mouth, spit trails with it, little droplets pattering onto the carpet. You gasp and resist the urge to spit out the acrid gun flavor.

Is it relief you feel? Or dread? That can’t be the end of it….

John doesn’t release your hair when he sets the pistol on the dresser. One hand now free, he works his pants open, hard cock springing free. The leaking tip is at your lips before you can even think to protest.

Heated flesh follows the same path the gun took, though this time is much less gentle. In seconds, you’re choking, gagging, swallowing as he forces himself into your throat. Too soon, your nose sinks into the light brown curls at the base of his cock, the scent of cheap, powdery soap momentarily overpowering your senses when you struggle to breathe.

A pathetic, muffled gurgle sounds around the length stuffed in your throat and John huffs, gripping your head with his other hand. It’s vicious, the way he pulls out and slams back in. Your shoulders tense, hands curling into fists on your thighs when he pistons his hips, every inch of him claiming your mouth.

Tears spill unchecked down your face, frothy spit pours off your chin, mucus clogs your airway. You can barely focus, vision blurring and lungs burning. Still, that hateful part of you activates under John’s rough treatment and you feel the telltale twitch of need in your belly.

Suddenly, there’s a swift click near your ear. It’s a sound you recognize. Your eyes fly open and dart to your right. John’s pocket knife is clutched in his palm, blade still caked in your dried blood from the night before. Through wet lashes, you quickly look up at him, watch the grin pull at the corner of his mouth.

“That got your attention,” he rumbles. You feel cold steel against your ear lobe, hear the quiet clink when the tip of the blade hooks into your earring. You only have a second to brace yourself….

Sharp, splitting agony rips a muted, scream from your aching throat when John tears the hoop completely out of your ear. Warmth spills down your neck, your anguished sob so distorted as he resumes his frenzied pace. Maybe you moan then too, your legs shifting and grating together when pain becomes confused in your ruined synapses, another little jolt of want coursing through you.

Nobody knows how to hurt you like John.

Again you look up at him, dazed, teary, and reverent. John meets your gaze, grunts, then pulls you all the way down on his cock. Salty heat paints your throat, his breathy sigh delighting your fuzzy mind.

The gasp you take when he finally releases you is so wet it sounds like you’re drowning. You cough and cough, quivering hands coming up to clutch your burning ear. The piercing is gone, completely torn out the side of your ear lobe. Another sob wracks your tired frame.

John kneels in front of you and you don’t even think, just fall forward against his bare chest. His arms come up, wrap around your back, his fingers carding through your hair. Such a light touch for such calloused digits. You go slack, rest your weight against him, bleed onto his shoulder as you reign in your haggard breathing.

It’s nice. It’s calming. It’s comforting. It’s…it’s….

It’s like you both come to your senses at the same moment. Your eyes go wide and John stiffens. He’s…holding you.

You barely get your hands under you in time to catch yourself when John drops you. Hastily, he stands and strides across the room.

“Get out.”

You don’t need to be told twice. Clutching your jacket around your broken body, you stagger to your feet, grasp the handle, throw the door open. Early morning sun blinds you and you half stumble from the room, gripping the wall for stability. Furiously, you wipe away the fluids still dripping from your face as you hurry across the parking lot to your vehicle.

Collapsing into your car, the door squeals when you slam it shut. Your hand flies to your heaving chest, heart hammering against your palm. What the fuck are you doing…?

Tentatively, gingerly, your hand slides from your chest up to your shoulder. You can still feel the warm weight of John’s arms cradling you to him. Nervously, as though your thoughts might be broadcasted, you wonder what it would be like to kiss him.

Your expression sours and you shake your head. Keys jingle when you produce them from your bag. Your car thrums to life and you exit the parking lot as quickly as you dare.

What the fuck are you doing?

From behind the motel room curtain, green eyes follow your retreat.

#slashers #john ryder #john ryder x reader #the hitcher 2007 #thesightstoshowyou #slasher x reader #yooo I wrote something #celebrate with me #kinda want to write an entire backstory for him #since we know nothing about him #reader insert #thank you to all two of you who will read this

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berryunho · 2 years

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PLS THE PPT UGIGIGI I wish I had x-Ray vision to see under the blacked out text 😩💔

BUT ITS STILL ICONIC BAHAHAHA and I can’t wait to see what comes with the supplies crew! 🫣

Throw back to when mc wondered how Mingi’s hair was still orange CFRCTGVBYJ but she didn’t say it looked patchy so either Mingi ended up listening to Yunho and ended up doing a good job or Yunho decided to take matters into his own hands and do it for Mingi himself 💀

ALSO OUCH I WAS THINKING OF MAKING BINDER INSERTS TOO BUT NOW IM SECOND GUESSING CAUSE I DONT WANNA RISK LOSING MY NAIL 😭😭 I hope that it didn’t bruise too much afterwards or that your nail doesn’t fall off 💔 and so sorry that you got Covid omg I hope that your symptoms aren’t too bad and I wish you a speedy recovery!

- Stay safe and get lots of rest! Love, 🍓 anon

hehehe the ppt was so fun to make when i first had the idea LKFDJSKFLJ i have always been a writer but literally JUST for my bestie like her personal ff author (except more so when we were like 13-15 [bestie and i have been kpop stans since 2014...] and little armys LMAOOO) (they are all Very Cringe & self indulgent but. they're part of me and i still have all of them saved in my google docs and.... there are actually like 2 or 3 good ones in there and im proud of little me for writing them FKLJSD:KFLJ) AND SO anyways getting her approval of the fic was very important to me and she even read the first like ... 10 chapters before i uploaded them anywhere and encouraged me to post on ao3 bc i was SO scared to share my writing publicly and DSFSKJFLKDJS yeah that's the reason i made the ppt

PLSSSSS be careful if you use any type of sharp instrument and always be aware of where your fingers are if you do use one bc ... yeah that didn't feel good LMAO it actually wasn't as bad as i thought it was thankfully so it's quite alright by now :] my nail is just shaped very strangely now LOL

but thank you sm dear 🍓 anon :'] covid has been ... very weird and not at all how i expected it to be tbh like ... everyday i wake up with completely different symptoms and i hardly have a cough at all and its just very ... interesting ... but um im a 'high-risk' covid case bc im 'severely' immunocompromised bc i have. many diseases. so honestly the fact that i avoided it for this long is kind of amazing! but thanks to said high-risk category i qualified for a paxlovid prescription so i should be able to avoid the hospital 😎😎 and ALSO thanks to my immunocompromised state. the CDC recommends that i isolate for TWENTY days (compared to the FIVE recommended for a 'healthy' person) as i will most likely be contagious and symptomatic until then so! im not working (or leaving my house) for the rest of the summer! and hopefully ill be able to get some creative juices flowing ... 😎

but hehe thank you again !! i am sleeping a lot and drinking a lot of water !!! stay safe yourself and beware of sharp cutting tools!!!

#🍓 anon #answered #personal #:LDKJFSLKDJ #fr covid is weird idk what i expected but not whatever this is

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absolutvirgin · 3 years

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❛𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬❜

𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔— oikawa toru, ushijima wakatoshi, miya atsumu, suna rintaro, and matsukawa issei x f!reader

𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒆— haikyuu!!

𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎— one-shot

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆— nsfw

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔— gangbang, toxic relationship, mentions of divorce, neglect, mean!toru, impact play, breeding, vaginal penetration, anal, double penetration, fellatio, rough sex, hints of infertility, dub-con, sorta somno?, degrading, use of housewife slut and whore, cervix kissing, humiliation, filming, nipple play, spit as lube, masturbation, use of cunny, creampie, unprotected sex, squirting.

𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 — part of the “toxic” collab with @iwasbunny ALSO I HAVENT FORGOT BOUT DAY 2 OF MY KINKTOBER IM JUST HAVING A HARD TIME 😭

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 1.7k

it was true, you and toru had been attempting to get pregnant for almost a year now. you had stopped taking birth control, had sex extra during your high fertility days, even went to see doctors for assistance. nothing was working. toru was angered, and your relationship slowly became more toxic over time.

toru decided to take it into his own hands. he called everyone he knew. he only got two responses. matsukawa issei and ushijima wakatoshi. when toru explained the situation to his ex-rival, ushijima mentioned two other names. he had gotten their contacts at nationals in his second year of highschool. toru agreed, he was desperate, what else could he do?

he circled the day on his calendar. he encouraged the other men to book the day off of work. it was the day your most fertile day in your cycle. if you didn’t get pregnant after this, it was a lost cause.

at first, when you came home from running an errand to find five huge volleyball players in your living room- you almost lost your mind. toru quickly explained the situation. “since you’re a worthless little housewife who can’t seem to get pregnant, i thought they might help me fatten you up. you’re going to be a good little housewife and do what i say, isn’t that right?”

you were shocked, and to be honest a little humiliated. he had told these men about your private life, and then he had the nerve to talk to you like shit in front of them! but then, you began to think. you pictured being stuffed full in every hole while your husband fucked his dick into his hand. your thighs had pressed together at the though, eyes glazing over.

“what a cute little slut.” matsukawa commented, his eyes focused on your thighs.

you meekly nodded your head towards torus previous question. you followed them into the bedroom. everyone removed their clothes in silence, your nipples hardening from the cool air. toru made his way over to the chair in the corner of the room. your eyes widened realizing he was leaving you alone.

ushijima approached you first, his hand cupping your tits as his mouth engulfed yours. one hand held your jaw that was sure to leave bruises. his other hand made its way to your nipple, pinching and twisting it. suddenly the other men were also surrounding you. their hands slightly pumping their dicks as the shiratorizawa ex-captain manhandled you. suna rintaro, one of ushijimas contacts slipped behind you, his hand reaching under and finding your wet folds. “such a whore, all wet for five men.” you whined into ushijimas mouth.

“i want her first.” atsumu piped up, another one of ushijimas contacts and sunas ex-teammate. “gonna pump her full.” he snarled, sitting down on the bed. ushijima released you from his kiss, you were panting to gain your breath back. suna nudged you over to the bed. “ride my dick, slut.” you nodded quickly, rushing over to hop on his lap.

his dick wasn’t long, maybe 5 inches. but the girth on this man was unreal. you whimpered and whined as you slowly lowered yourself onto him. he wasn’t having it though. before you could react his hands were on your hips, and he pistoned into you. “holy shit, holy shiiiit.” your nails dug into his shoulder, eyes rolling into the back of your head. he felt amazing. while he was fucking your pussy so hard, fingers began to prod at your other hole. you tried to protest, but they wouldn’t listen.

groans echoed throughout the room as the others fucked their fists. matsukawa spat lazy on your ass, watching the spit travel down your crack. without warning he plunged three large fingers into your ass. you tightened around atsumu so nicely that it had him spilling his seed into your womb. he continued fucking it deep into you, and it wasn’t long until the warmth in your stomach spread and you began to tremble, calling for atsumu.

“such a dirty fucking slut, screaming another’s man name. and with no fucking shame.” toru hissed, as he too came from the sight of you creaming on miya-sans cock. matsukawa continued his assault on your asshole, now fucking with all four of his fingers.

“my turn.” ushijima spoke, sitting next to atsumu. matsukawa retracted his fingers and atsumu lifted you off his soft cock, placing you on ushijimas lap. the olive haired man slapped his erection on your ass and lower back, motioning for you to sit on it. but when you moved to allow him entrance, he surprised you with entering the backside instead. his dick was so long and girthy but the burn felt so good, you couldn’t help the loud cry that escaped your lips.

“i’m gonna fuck your cunny, and you’re gonna except all my seed, is that understood, whore?” matsukawa had leaned in, whispering in your ear. you nodded quickly.

“yes, sir.” you had seemed to forget how big matsukawa was. his dick was longer and wider than any you’d ever taken before. it stretched you out so full, and when he bottomed out his tip was uncomfortably pushed against your cervix. ushijima began to fuck into your ass, his cock rubbing against your pussy walls and matsukawas length. matsukawa began to thrust in sync, each thrust as painful as the next. tears streamed down your face, eyes clamped from the unbearable pain. “too big, can’t take it all.” you whined, receiving a slap across the face from atsumu. matsukawa smirked as he picked up his pace, hitting harder against your cervix earning louder cries of pain.

“shut her up!” toru barked from the back corner. in seconds your head had been tilted to the side and a long dick violated your last empty hole. suna fucked your mouth with force, gagging and gurgling noises emitting from you. you tried to breathe through your nose as your ass, cunt and mouth took three big dicks. it was all too much.

your eyes open and you realize suna has his phone pointed towards you. he’s been filming this all along, and you cum almost instantly at the humiliation, your moan sending pleasant vibrations through the boys cock. suna grabs the back of your head, forcing your nose to bury in his bush of pubic hair. he cums down your throat, cock twitching with each rope of hot cum he releases. “swallow.” he orders, removing his limp dick from your cavern. you glance up at him, looking at the camera lense and swallowing. you then stuck your tongue out, proving you had swallowed it all.

suna grins down at you. now that your mouth was unoccupied, your moans raised in volume and both ushijima and matsukawa continued to relentlessly pound into your two other holes. you began whining from the stimulation, it was almost too much.

it felt like forever until they both came. ushijima unloading in your ass first. it took a few more minutes until matsukawa came, pushing so deep into you you had passed out.

when you awoke, you felt numb. cum covered your chest, face and lower regions. outside the window it was dark and you were now on the floor. and the four men still surrounded you, suna now inside you. “toru, please.” you whined, reaching for your husband. “want you to fill me up.”

“am i not enough, whore?” suna growled, grabbing your chin and spitting in your face. in response, your walls clenched around him.

“even with four other cocks, you still want mine? guess i’ve trained my little housewife better than i thought.” toru stood from the chair, making his way towards you. “want my cock in your cum filled hole? such a greedy whore.” the brunette tsked. with a low, deep groan suna came inside you. your pussy was overflowing with a mixture of cum, and he was afraid if he pulled out, the seed would leak out. “don’t worry slut, i’ll fill you up just how you like it, let you be my own personal cumdump. how do ya like that?” you whined, nodding your head.

toru motioned for suna to move, the cum leaking out, travelling down your ass and forming a puddle on the floor. “i’ll show them how it’s done, hm?” you blabbered in response, squirming in anticipation. toru wasn’t huge. he was an average length and girth. but he knew how to fuck you so good. with his two fingers he attempted to stuff as much of the other men’s cum back inside your fluttering hole. then, he slammed into you. he lifted your leg over his shoulder so he could find the best angle. even with how numb you had been, toru was hitting such a good spot that the pleasure was incomparable to anything else you had felt that night. tears began streaming down your face once again, hiccups and mewls leaving your lips. your hands attempted to grasp onto your husband but he just kept hitting your hands away. “you’re so much prettier when you shut the hell up.” he snarled. “look how disgusting you are.” his eyes darkened, his face forming an expression of disgust. “but you love it, don’t you?” he chuckled darkly, slowing his fact paced thrusts in order to fuck you harder.

“if you’re not pregnant after this, i’m fucking leaving you.” toru spat, hand reaching down to pinch your clit. pleasure wracked through your body in a warm wave, entire body tensing and shivering with your release.

“cum- ‘m cumming. cumminggggg!” you don’t have time, or the mind to tell him something is wrong. something is different. clear liquid gushes out, all over your husband. around the room, the other men cum with a groan from the sight. toru adds his seed to your collection.

“pass me a plug.” matsukawa is quick to hand him one. “you’re gonna keep this in until i return, alright?” you close your eyes, tiredly nodding.

“yes, sir.” you can hear toru stand up, the sounds of clothes rustling and belts buckling. then you hear the sound of the bedroom door opening and closing. they had left you all alone, dumb off of dick on the cold, bedroom floor, pussy full of their sperm.

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i was reading thru ur [fem characters] x readers and i realized ure the wlw x reader blog i had followed a while ago :(( sooo sending a momo thirst, can i be part of ur nonnies 🥺🤲

jokes aside 😼👍, ur momo got me feeling some typa way... 😭

feeling like momo would be the type of soft dom mommy that after coming back from a long long day at work at the front lines, a little bruised and cut up, her hair no longer pristine and even a little upset about some of her hero gear missing, would pamper you, just because its her own way of selfcare. you'd run her a warm bath and take the time to properly clean her bruises while the tub fills, and she wouldnt wince at all but youd see the tears pool up in her eyes because shes just that worn out <\3 baths like these are less scent heavy, yet soothing nonetheless. shed sit behind you, chest flush against your back and arms wrapped tightly around your waist, her face neatly tucked against your nape. the warm water would soothe her aching limbs despite her poor posture, and at the end youd help her scrub her back properly and help her wash out oh so tenderly. with the bathroom still steamy, bodies poorly wrapped up in too-small towels, shed sit you at the edge of the tub and eat you out for what feels like hours. with her head between your thighs, her forearms resting over them, hooking you firmly and safely in place, her hands gingerly resting just barely under your chest... if it werent for that pesky little excuse of a towel. stubbornly tucked to prevent even more goods from spilling out. your feet almost clinging to the floor with how youre sitting, almost scared to fall back into the tub with how momo has you shaking, sucking on your clit lazily, tenderly and yet so so hungry. the moment your thighs clamp back around her head, your hand flies to her head, afraid of hurting her you hesitate to either push or pull her in and she ends up nuzzling her cheek against it, almost purring into your touch, the vibrations finishing you off and sending you over what was your first of many orgasms.

in the room youve grown so accustomed to waking up in, youd be greeting by her goddess bed once more. the wine red color of her sets just mesmerizing as ever, or maybe it was just the safest place to crawl to, with how sensitive you felt from such a built up orgasm. on the rare occation that momo does carry you to the room, with nowhere near enough skin touching, the towel doing the bare minimum to keep the harsh cold of the room, your tits perky under the harsh texture, your pussy puffy and fully flushed against momo's skin, bumping you with every step she took, and every teasing "secure" hop shed do to make sure you were still in place despite how tightly your legs were wrapped around her.

all the same... momo would sit on the edge of the bed, would smoothly discard the towel only to not pay attention to your chest at all, but shed also throw you over her lap. and no spanking would happen, she had no reason to punish you when you had already treated her so well, her fingers would knead the skin trailing your lower back, your cheeks and your puffy lips... and spread you as bear as she could in that position that she held you. shed open you up with her own spit, a pity that you couldnt see her battle worn hands, her pretty, long fingers and her almost perfectly manicured nails pushing down on her own tongue, collecting saliva for that greedy pussy of yours that she loved so much. shed rest her fingers against your hole, tentatively pushing, your own juices and her spit making it embarrassingly easy to enter, and the noises she wanted to hear you make. how embarrassing for you... how greedy, sucking her in so willingly and readily, only to clamp down on her fingers as soon as they were in. momo would groan with how much she wanted you, all the same shed remove her fingers and soothe your back into comfort once again, your whines never escaping her.

and momo ever so patient and hungry for you would give you one quest: to get the strap <3 shed leave to rest on the headrest of her bed, the plushness of it almost swallowing her in but it made for the most wonderful sight, with her chest all bare, the scattered bruises along with the ones you recognize to have left there yourself. and her pussy all pretty and puffy right there, you almost wanted to use the strap on her instead! but mommy was still waiting on you!! and youd diligently help her slip it on and secure it, youd chosen the thickest cock too <33 a curvy one that always had you curving against mommy. and momo wanted just that: with her sat up right and resting, you straddling her, warming her cock ready for her, chests flush against one another and your lovely whimpers falling against the crook of her neck. her arms would snake around your waist and hold you in place tightly, pushing in her big cock deep inside you all too suddenly sometimes, but it was all due to your squirming, honest! you just couldnt help but pull away a little while you grinded onto mommy, with how shed pull you in and sigh in relief whenever you fell onto her. ... she was almost sending you over all over again. again and again, following a high, until you both grew needy and momo would slam you down with what energy she still had in her, your plumpy tits rubbing against her face with every thrust. and youd torture her endlessly, with your hands on her chest kneading her down, pinching and pulling at her hardened nubs as you grew near release, and you both couldnt help but pant and groan with the pace you had set. until finally you came, and all the juices that had already collected on the thick cock would start to lazily run down your thighs as you settled, arched into momo as you came down from your high once again, overstimulated and twitchy, still grinding against momo despite how weakly you were whimpering into her neck, and in the same beat youd send her over, with how vividly she could imagine your walls clamping around hee cock, and with every impact that stimulated her click, youd help her ride it as you overstimulated her tits, sore from the abuse you had given it moments prior.

and youd stay there for a moment, cock inside you still, twitching every now and then, with your legs on either side of her and your face in the crook of her neck. momo would grind you into her every now and then but it was almost a comfort thing, with how shed rest with her arms wrapped around your waist still, she genuinely just needed that closeness... but its only when you grow sleepy that she grows aroused once again, with how her trailing patterns across your skin had hardened your nipples... she really wanted to tease you again!

um hehe 😭💞 ~

That was a whole ass fic I held by breath the whole time toes curling clit thumping brb omg lemme kiss you🥺🥺💕

#🧋.answers #I’m shuddering and shaking and also so turned on what the hell #🍡.nsfw #🍡.wlw #cw.mommy kink #cw.strapon #cw.oral #cw.cockwarming #cw.spit #momo x reader #mha smut #bnha smut

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