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24, they/them ✨Artist and aspiring writer✨ NSFW ACCOUNT!! I repost weird stuff so be warned babes

[satoruined]

18+ infodumping his load

nerd!gojo is in complete disbelief that you,of all people—the campus golden girl—are bouncing on his dick and demanding a physics lecture. the only thing keeping him convinced this isn’t some far-fetched wet dream is the sting of your acrylics digging into his shoulders. (he swears he could die happy right here.)

“toru, tell me about… what’s his name? feynman?” you chirp in a girlish soprano, like you’re genuinely curious and not split open on his cock. “the guy who did that… quantum thingy?”

he stares up at you like you’ve just asked him to solve the navier–stokes equations mid-thrust. glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, pale feathery lashes clumped with sweat, god. this fucking nerd is so fucking pretty.

“you-you wanna talk about richard feynman now?”

“mhm.” you nod enthusiastically, walls clamping around his cock to drive home the point. “make me a scholar, baby.”

his hands fly to cup your ass, not to dictate the motion, not even to knead—just to hold. like he still can’t quite believe this isn’t some fever-dream where the prettiest girl he’s ever seen is squeezing the life out of his cock.

“he, uh, he worked on the manhattan project,” he manages, voice cracking when you grind forward. “nuclear physics, path integrals—oh fuck-” his head tips back, adam’s apple bobbing. “you don’t even care-”

“i do care,” you insist, leaning in until your breasts press together right under his chin.

“c’mon, toru. give me your nerd facts. i like them!”

he pushes his glasses up with the back of his wrist, deep inhale. “richard feynman,” he starts, voice breaking around a moan when you squeeze down on him. “he—uh, he revolutionised how we understand quantum electrodynamics. instead of—oh fuck you’re so tight—just doing impossible integrals…”

you let out a little hum of encouragement, pressing your hands to his chest and stroking gently. “go on, toru.”

“he… came up with… these diagrams,” he stammers, voice cracking on every syllable as he struggles to lecture and survive your relentless, delicious onslaught at the same time. “feynman diagrams… they let you see… particle interactions.”

“mm.” you furrow your brows, pretending to be studious when in reality your pussy is wringing him out. “like… doodles?”

“y-yeah, doodles, but they—hah—they could predict how subatomic particles scatter, how photons and electrons-” his voice dissolves into a whimper and promptly chokes on the rest of the sentence as if your pussy just erased his train of thought.

“you’re so hot when you talk nerdy shit.” you purr, a wicked grin spreading across your face.

“now… tell me about star wars. i know you’ve got thoughts.”

a shaky, breathless chuckle escapes him.

“thoughts? i have entire dissertations.”

you lean forward, pressing a lazy kiss to his cheek, which is (predictably) aflame with an unmissable pink.

“then prove it,” you murmur softly, hips grinding down to punctuate the demand. he groans, absolutely wrecked. he’s not sure what’s going to make him come first—your pussy, or the chance to prove lucasfilm’s misunderstood genius while balls deep inside the most popular girl on campus.

[owwllly]

kabedon

[mintmatcha]

sick and twisted breeding fantasy of older farmer convincing a pretty young thing to be his wife. h

she blushes and twitters under his attention, but denies him, claiming "papa would never let me!"

and the farmer thinks that her pa cant refuse if theres a bump growing....

[mintmatcha]

invites her over as a friend to just sit on his porch, with heavy pours of cherry bounce and sweet wine. he assures her nothing funny will happen, cause they wont even go inside his home....

[mintmatcha]

"im gonna keep asking you to be my baby 'til you say yes."

she buries her head into his shoulder with a bashful giggle, the alcohol starting to hit.

"my dad wants me to date boys my own age."

"you dont need a boy," his hand slips on to her thigh. "you need a man. "

"what's the difference?"

"man's gonna take care of you. bring home money, keep you happy, hold you at night-" in a bold move, he reaches up her skirt and pats the front of her pussy. her hands fly down to clasp at his wrists, but he doesnt move away. keeping his hand there, he thinks, will get her used to his touch. "a man makes this feel real good."

he curls a single finger, running over her clothed slit.

"a boy would just stick his cock in here," he hums. "but a man knows to play with his wife. make her feel real good. keep her full."

[crushmeeren]

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❥ When you’re definitely not just friends with them…(▰˘◡˘▰)

❥ Note; this is posted from my ٭ * ٭ [DRAFTS] * ٭ * ….. I proofread as much as I was able to with this concussion. ( ˘ ³˘)

When you look back at it, you’re unable to pin point the exact time frame that the two of you became more than “just friends.” For a while, you both denied, denied, denied that there was anything more going on.

You were certain you’d never hear the end of it from your friends if they learned their speculation was right. Not to mention if the rest of the world were let in on it.

Because when you’re just friends, you don’t bounce on his cock in the backseat of his car until your thighs are screaming. You don’t let him take over and thrust up into you with a rough determination that makes you scream out his name. He doesn’t fuck you so infuriatingly well that you slam a hand on the window to brace yourself and allow your fingers to streak through the condensation that’s inevitably built up.

When you’re just friends, you don’t let him eat you out and circle your clit with his tongue until your pussy is drooling onto the sheets below. He doesn’t stretch you out with deft fingers and curl them into your g-spot until you ride his face and cum so furiously your thighs shake.

When you’re just friends, you don’t push the head of his cock past your lips and drag your tongue up and down his shaft in the bathroom at your friend’s home in the middle of movie night. You don’t sink your nails into his toned thighs and let him fuck your throat while you’re down on your aching knees. You don’t let him plant your ass on the edge of the counter and slide his thick cock inside you over and over until you both reach the end.

When you’re just friends, you don’t trail sneaky open mouthed kisses up the side of his throat and over his jaw until he shivers when you think nobody’s looking. You don’t make out in the movie theater and miss half the movie as a result. You don’t let him take you home and hook your legs over his elbows until he can bend you in half and make you squirt.

When you’re just friends, you don’t stay up all hours of the night texting and talking on the phone. You don’t spend every other night in his bed and laugh brightly when he says “can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it back.” You don’t get butterflies each and every single time you lay eyes on him.

When you’re just friends, you don’t hide your feelings and wallow in self pity when another girl so much as looks at him.

And when you finally are more than just friends….well, all the teasing and poking fun is worth it. All the questions and smug looks are worth it, if it means he’ll keep gazing at you as if you hung the moon and stars.

You never really were just friends….were you?

bokuto, KUROO, hinata, izuku, KIRISHIMA, kaminari, yuuji + any of your faves!

[satoruined]

18+

toji fushiguro is, first and foremost, a realist.

rent is optional when he’s squatting in your house and eating your food. assassinations pay well enough, but contracts are sporadic; meanwhile, horse racing and kyōtei swallow whatever cash he earns. simple math says he’ll always be broke. pragmatic math says at the end of the day, he’ll still be crashing on your couch. because he’s a man who knows where his talents lie, besides violence.

“i swear, woman. if you keep squeezin’ me like that,” he rasps, chin glistening, “i’ll start charging interest.”

“you already owe me for rent, toji.” smirking, you tug hard at his hair, forcing him back down. he hums noncommittally, sucking brutishly at your clit before shoving two thick fingers inside you.

you: homeowner, bill-payer, victim of his freeloading. toji: tenant, parasite with a head game so good that you start rationalising things like, well, at least the water bill isn’t that high since you’ve started showering together.

the thing is, he’s thriving: roof over his head, meals covered, pussy on tap. if this is rock bottom, he’s turned it into a fuckin’ penthouse suite. toji fushiguro has, against all odds, unlocked his best man-whore life.

[satoruined]

18+

for as polite and composed as suguru geto seemed, you hadn’t anticipated how utterly depraved he could be once you’re both naked. you'd baited him with: "you probably only say 'good girl,' right?" and he'd smiled, that quasi-affable curl of lips, like he was saving the punchline for later.

later, as it turns out, is now.

inky black hair cascade around your face like a dark curtain as suguru leans over you. and somehow, despite the roughness of the situation, you're still smiling—smugly enjoying your own little cat-and-mouse game.

"so," regarding your boyfriend through a sultry half-lidded gaze, "what's it gonna be then? sweet compliments? wholesome affirmations?"

he raises a brow. "that what you want from me?"

"not really. but i'll settle. bet you don't even know how to dirty talk. too proper to try."

"proper?" he hums, idly toying with your breast, thumb circling the stiff peak like it's what's holding his attention. but the shift is instant—the sardonic curl of his mouth, the wicked glint in his eyes—something sly and serpentine slipping into his expression. "oh, sweet girl, if you had any idea the things i've thought about doing to you, you'd never accuse me of being proper again."

"…what things?"

one long finger pressed to his lip, as if he's mulling it over.

"for starters? i'll discipline that smart mouth of yours," his hand wraps lightly around your throat, thumb stroking your pulse. "and watch you fight not to choke on it. you may think you're clever now, but let's see how sharp that tongue is when it's too busy slobbering all over my-"

upon seeing the flabbergasted look on your face, suguru pauses.

"what?" he pouts in faux innocence, though his eyes are glittering with mirth before continuing. "i was about to share…how i intend to keep you plugged nice and full of my cum, and you’ll still feel me between your legs tomorrow."

"fuck," you hiss, cheeks burning. "how are you even saying this shit? you're a virgin, same as me!"

an impish smirk flickers across his face. "so? i've got quite the imagination. perhaps—dare i say—a better one than yours."

"pfft, you probably moan like an loser."

he proves you spectacularly wrong by grinding his hard-on against your lower abdomen and moaning straight into your ear.

"nghh… mphm—fuck…" the sound is a masculine rasp, needy and so fucking sexy, vibrating straight through you—namely between your legs. lightheaded with lust, you notice the sticky evidence of your arousal, panties clinging to you as if mocking your bravado. this is so unfair, you think bitterly to yourself.

a soft laugh escapes, fingers tangling gently in your hair as he nuzzles at your jaw.

“what? you said i couldn't moan. sounded pretty good to me."

"…you’re insane-"

"for this pussy, of course," you shudder when his tongue traces along the cartilage of your ear, before nipping at the lobe. "insane about the way you'll sound when i finally fuck the brattitude out of you. can't wait to hear you beg."

you can only gape, his vulgarity rendering you speechless.

"that's right," he croons, mocking and affectionate in the same breath. "all i've done is talk, and you've already got that lost, cockdrunk look on you. suits you, by the way."

you smack his shoulder, the indignation of your action completely undermined by the stickiness between your thighs.

"i didn’t expect you to be this… this-"

"suave?"

"gross." your voice cracks, and your inner monologue groans at your own weakness.

"gross, huh?" he murmurs, prying your thighs open and hoisting over his shoulders, "don't worry. you’ll be moaning for more of my 'gross' mouth soon enough."

and just like that, your teasing has completely backfired.

[sahchan]

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[satoruined]

18+

roommate!geto who always calls you princess in a tone so dry you can’t tell if he’s mocking you or trying to make your brain leak out your ears. probably both.

roommate!geto who’s insufferably good at playing the long game. you think you’re teasing him—walking around in tiny shorts, eating popsicles like a suggestive brat—but he’s the one leaving your vibrator out of batteries and pretending he has no idea where the charger went. “you sure you don’t wanna ask me for help instead?”

roommate!geto who saunters out of the bathroom shirtless, towel slung low on his hips, fully aware that your eyes are fixed on the deep cut of his v-line. he catches the exact moment you drop your spoon into your cereal; a knowing smirk curling at the edge of his mouth while water trails down his chest in slow rivulets. “you’re welcome,” he says, hair tie held between his teeth as he gathers his hair into a bun. then, cocking his head slightly, “you want a better look, or you good with the preview?”

roommate!geto who is sooo petty. one time he got high and leaned over the couch to whisper in a seductive tone, “you wanna kiss me, huh?” then laughed it off when you threw a pillow at him. two weeks later, when you’re drunk and do try to kiss him, he pulls back slightly, lips a hair’s breadth away. “oh, so now you want to?” (he kisses you anyway)

roommate!geto who watches you strut around the apartment in those flimsy little sleep shorts, then hums, “you sure you’re not doing this on purpose?” without looking up from his phone. and when you say no, scandalised, he smirks and goes, “then fix your face, princess. you’re pouting like you miss my fingers.”

roommate!geto who is weirdly domestic the morning after he fucks you dumb. hair half up, skin adorned with pink crescents your teeth have left. humming while he busies himself with making breakfast. “you want eggs or… wait. can you even sit right now?”

roommate!geto who generously allows you to borrow his hoodie, then asks for it back while you’re wearing nothing under it. “hand it over,” he says faux-affably.

roommate!geto who keeps the place clean but passive-aggressively complains if you don’t. he’ll just wipe the counter pointedly while sighing, “amazing. i love being the wife.”

roommate!geto who hears the shower running and your voice calling faintly down the hall— “suguru? can you grab me a towel?” or “shit—my clothes fell, i think they’re in the hamper-”and he doesn’t answer. the silence stretch so long that you wonder if he even heard. then your phone buzzes on the edge of the sink. i didn’t hear you clearly. what do you need? cock? towel? new clothes? you stare at it, water still slicking down your thighs. he still barges in with whatever you asked for—tossing it onto the counter without looking at you.

roommate!geto who fingerfucks you on his bed, saying “you moan like a liar,” when you try to be quiet. makes you say what you want out loud. “hm, you don’t need to cum. not if you’re going to lie to me about how bad you want it.”

[goddesswitchsam-deactivated2025]

Saja Baby Art

[antiwhores]

Rage-baiting reader who LOVES fucking with her pro-hero boyfriend.

Randomly texting him “How’s patrol?”

Like always, he answers with calling you because he can’t text with his big ass gloves. Its all according to plan.

“It fucking sucks.”

He sounds tired and definitely pissed off. You don’t blame him, a night shift in the streets full of the recklessness of the weekend will do that to any hero.

“Sucks as in boring or sucks as in chaos?”

“Sucks as in low grade idiots that can’t even live up to being villains are up and down the fucking city.”

Well, you were in the city. Nothing too unusual yet but you know that if you were to tell him he’d loose his mind. So you did tell him.

“I think you’re just unlucky because it’s pretty calm on my walk.”

Theres a pause on the line. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think that he hung up.

“What the fuck are you doing walking around the streets at midnight?”

“I had to run to the corner store because I was craving some of those cheap ice creams!”

“You’re at the one across the street?”

“No. The one on the-“

He almost smashed his phone in his bare hands.

“You’re at the one by that shady bar?! I told you not to walk alone at night and especially not there!”

“Yeah! The other corner store was out of stock. I had absolutely no choice.”

The store was fully stocked on the ice cream. You just wanted to take a risky walk to piss off your boyfriend. Not the best idea but his reaction felt worth it.

“Go back into the fucking corner store and wait. I’m coming to get you.”

“Mmm… no.”

You couldn’t hold back your laughter at his frustrated attempts at forming words. He was trying so hard not to yell at you.

“I’ll see you tonight, though. Love you!”

He was walking menacingly by your side five minutes later.

[confessionsandcreampies-deactiv]

waking the mha men up with a blowjob

katsuki bakugo… didn’t wake up easily, except for this. the second your tongue dragged along the base of his cock, you felt his stomach tighten beneath your palm. he stirred, brow twitching, mouth parting with a low grunt. “hhnn… fuckin’—” his hips jerked, half-asleep, already leaking. you kept sucking slowly, taking him deeper, feeling him twitch against your tongue. his crimson eyes cracked open, heavy-lidded, locked on you under the sheets. his voice was wrecked with sleep. “you’re fuckin’ filthy.” but his hand dropped to the back of your head, fingers tightening in your hair. guiding you, needing you. “keep goin’, baby,” he groaned, biting down on his fist. “just like that. fuck…” and he melted for you. thighs shaking, hips grinding up into your throat, all his morning aggression melting into raw, whimpering surrender.

izuku midoriya… moaned in his sleep before he even fully woke up. you felt his thighs flex on either side of your face as your lips sealed around his tip, your hand stroking him slowly. when his eyes fluttered open, he looked confused for a second, then pink rushed to his cheeks. “b-baby… wait—” he panted, “are you…?” you hummed, eyes looking up through your lashes, and that alone made him groan and collapse back against the pillow. “oh god—” he whimpered, hands grabbing the sheets. “th-this is okay? you—you wanted to—?” you nodded gently, and he lost it. he was gasping, babbling little praises through his moans, fingers curling into your hair as he slowly gave in. “you’re… so good to me,” he whispered breathlessly. “fuck, i’m gonna come…”

denki kaminari… “mmmnnn… oh my fucking god,” denki moaned, eyes still closed, as your warm mouth slid down his cock. you saw his fingers twitch at his sides, then his hand clumsily found your head, stroking through your hair. “i love you,” he mumbled sleepily, then whimpered. “oh my god—i love you so much.” you giggled around him and he shuddered, back arching. he finally opened his eyes, wild and hazy and full of need. “wait. are you real? this isn’t a dream?” he whispered. you gave him a little suck and he nearly sobbed. “nope. all real… fuck me,” he groaned, biting his lip. “you’re literally gonna kill me with love and head. what a way to go…”

hitoshi shinsou… you were already between his legs when hitoshi woke up half-hard, mumbling something incoherent as your lips wrapped around him. his violet eyes cracked open, confused at first… then glassy, heavy-lidded when he realized. “…holy shit,” he breathed, thick and hoarse. “you’re really doing this right now?” you hummed in response, and his hips jerked. one hand drifted into your hair lazily. the other was over his eyes, like he was trying to hide how much he was falling apart for you. “you’re such a tease, pretty,” he groaned. “waking me up with that mouth? you tryna ruin my whole day?” but he didn’t stop you. no, he thrust up into your throat, teeth gritted as his control crumbled. and by the time he spilled on your tongue, he was moaning your name like it was a prayer.

shouta aizawa… you always had to be careful with shouta. he was a light sleeper, but once you got his cock between your lips, he didn’t stop you. “you really don’t know how to behave in the morning, do you?” he muttered groggily, but he didn’t pull away. his fingers lazily threaded through your hair as you sucked him slow and deep, curling your tongue just the way he liked. his hips rolled gently. his chest rose and fell with quiet groans. even half-asleep, he guided your movements with soft, sleepy grunts and dark praises. “good girl… just like that…” and when he finally spilled down your throat, he tugged you up into his arms and whispered, “next time, i’ll wake you up like that.”

hizashi yamada… “wahhhh—good mornin’ to meee—!”you laughed around his cock, which made him yelp. “holy shit, sweetheart! are you really—?!” your eyes flicked up at him and he saw the devilish glint. his hand immediately cupped the back of your head. “oh, babe. you’re tryna blow my mind before i even open my eyes?” he was loud, of course. moaning and praising, talking a mile a minute between gasps. “that mouth is magic, i swear—nghhh!—shit, you were born for this—!” you swallowed him whole and he whined, hips twitching. and when he came, he was breathless, clinging to you, hair a mess, wide smile on his flushed face. “best wake-up call ever, baby. what’d i do to deserve you?!”

best jeanist… was always composed. prim, pristine, pressed like a freshly ironed shirt. but not when you woke him up like this. your mouth was soft and warm around him, slow and graceful. you moved like silk against denim, and he stirred with a startled gasp. “ah—wait, my dear…” his fingers clenched the sheets, brows furrowing. “you… you’re being rather indecent this early—” you pulled back, only to lick the underside of his shaft, and he choked on his own breath. “…good heavens.” his long fingers slipped into your hair as he tried to keep his dignity, hips rolling into your mouth despite the tight control he normally had. by the time he climaxed, his voice had dropped to a desperate whisper. “such elegance… such wickedness…”

fat gum… always slept deep, arms wrapped around you like a bear hug, but the second your lips wrapped around his cock, he jolted awake with a loud, confused moan. “whuh—sweetheart… what’re you… oh, oh damn—” his big hand gently cradled your cheek as you worked him with slow, loving motions, tongue swirling, taking your time. “holy hell,” he breathed, chest heaving. “you’re… you’re really doin’ that, huh?” you nodded with a happy hum and he shuddered, blushing from the tips of his ears to his chest. “you know i can’t say no to you…” he whispered. and when he came, with breathless curses and praise spilling from his lips, he scooped you into his arms and kissed your forehead like you were his whole world.

keigo takami… you’d barely started when keigo’s eyes fluttered open. “damn, baby,” he rasped, sleep still thick in his voice. “i must’ve saved so many lives to earn this…” you didn’t stop. just sucked deeper, stroked his thigh, made him tremble under your touch. he grinned lazily, ruffling your hair. “mm, you always this hungry in the morning, or am i just that irresistible?” your moan made him twitch in your mouth. he hissed between his teeth. “fuck—okay, okay, you win—” he chuckled, then groaned. “y’know, this isn’t fair. you give me head before coffee and i’ll never get out of bed again.” but that didn’t stop him from gasping your name as he came, wings twitching and eyes glazed with pleasure.

dabi… wasn’t supposed to sleep. he wasn’t the cuddly type. but something about you made him crash beside you, one arm slung over your waist, shirtless and scarred and far too relaxed. so you took advantage of it. your tongue was on him before the sun had even fully risen, and he groaned the moment you sank down. his eyes opened half-lidded, glowing blue in the dark. “you’re gonna kill me one day,” he rasped, like gravel. “waking me up with that filthy little mouth…” you hummed in response and he hissed, head tilting back. “shit,” he whispered, fingers threading into your hair. “you like me like this? all soft and sleepy for you?” he didn’t last long, cursing through clenched teeth as you swallowed him down, licking him clean like the messy, obedient girl he loved.

tomura shigaraki… twitched under you like he was having a nightmare. but when your mouth wrapped around him, his whole body went still. silent. barely breathing. “…are you serious right now?” you looked up, cock already heavy on your tongue, and he blinked slowly, red eyes dark and gleaming. “…fuck.” he groaned as your head bobbed, knuckles digging into the pillow, his voice scratchy and wrecked from sleep. “you’re insane,” he muttered, thrusting up into your mouth. “what the hell—who does this? who wakes up and decides to ruin me?” you smiled around him, and he whimpered. he came hard and messy, panting, overstimulated. and after, he tugged you up against his chest with a trembling sigh. “stay,” he mumbled into your hair. “you’re… fuck. just stay.”

spinner… wasn’t used to this kind of thing. soft wake-ups. affection. you. so when he felt your soft, warm mouth on him, gently stroking with your hand, he panicked a little. “wha—wait, are you—? shit,” he whispered, cracked. “you really wanna do this? for me?” he was already twitching in your mouth, so the answer was obvious. his hand gripped the edge of the blanket like his life depended on it. his breath came fast, uneven, as you took him deeper and deeper. he let out the tiniest, broken moan. “you’re… incredible,” he gasped. “i don’t deserve this.” but he came anyway, body coiling tight, thighs trembling. and afterward, he whispered shyly against your forehead, “next time, let me wake you up like that.”

[yenayaps]

wip: sexually frustrated sukuna x gagged reader

cw: nsfw, sukuna

“And I’m not shaming you or your sex life by the way,” he adds, now crossing the line into over explaining because he is on a fucking mission right now. “I'm just letting you know that I’m an option. You’re fucking laughing, what’s so funny?”

“It’s nothing, I just thought you were done trying to persuade me.”

“I’m not. My cocks also fucking huge,” he says flatly, and that definitely catches your attention quicker than he thought it would. It encourages him to keep going. “You’d like it too.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Because I know how to use it?” he says, as if it were fucking obvious. “I’d probably give it to you just how you’d like without even asking.”

“Sounds like you daydream a lot.”

“More than you know,” he admits, the sexual frustration peeking through. “I’m also not lazy. If I know I’m hitting a spot that makes you feel good, I’ll keep going until you’re digging your nails into my back and cumming around my cock. I’ll fuck you through it too, and when you’re a crying mess? That’s when I know you're done. Not that I’ll stop. I’ll put you in a new position and do it all over again until you're worn out."

Your heart drops to your stomach. He’ll know you're done when you’re crying? You turn to look at your door for a moment while he rambles on. One side of you is thankful that it’s shut and locked, while the other side grows slightly concerned that you are alone in a room with Sukuna, who just basically just admitted he’d fuck you into a coma.

“And I like it ugly,” he casually goes on. “You’ll be crying and begging for more, then wonder why the fuck would you ask for that just seconds later. Tears running down your cheeks. Hair messy from me pulling on it. Cum all over your face, stomach, tits, leaking out of your pussy and dripping down your thighs.”

Oh my god?

“I’ll fuck it back into you too.”

[blkkizzat]

yena baby when you said gagged the freakhoe in me assumed literally gagged as in bound and gagged. not like gagged as in stuck.bffsdhbvksjhdfbkj. im screamingggggggg.

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meanwhile my nasty ass is like:

[crushmeeren]

𖤐 ━ ˗ˏˋ i had to write out this possessive billy bullshit, cuz the idea in my brain is like the fucking jaws theme song. i cannot escape and the brain worms won’t leave until i write. it. out. even tho this character is so wildly out of realm from what i usually write, i’m dipping my toe in.

𖤐 ━ ˗ˏˋ for me and the ten billy loomis fans on tumblr.

𖤐 ━ ˗ˏˋ cw ꒱ cursing, possessive billy, jealous billy — bro’s a little unhinged in this, billy who wants you to crawl inside his ribcage, consent is a turn on, fucking in the backseat of his car, choking, getting caught.

Talking to Randy Meeks is charity work. You’ve never met someone who talks so much bullshit and says absolutely nothing at the same time.

You should’ve made Billy come to the video store alone.

Randy caught you browsing the horror section, riding up on his dumb fucking movie cart and almost knocking you over. You pretended not to see him, fingers tracing along the spines of different classics like you’re studying for a test.

“And so, yeah, in 1978, Jamie Lee’s first horror movie role —,”

“Was in Halloween. Yes, I know Randy. You’ve told me this about a hundred times.” You roll your eyes and give up, finally facing him.

He grins, crossing his arms as he leans against the shelf, trying to seem cooler than he is. “Smart girl. Surprised you remember.”

You give him a unimpressed look, hoping your thoughts of “please hurry back Billy, for the love of god,” will reach your boyfriend telepathically. “Right. It’s not like I’m dating the biggest horror fan known to mankind or anything, idiot.”

Randy makes a face. “Gross. I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.”

“Whatever.” You turn to walk away but Randy catches your wrist, squeezing. You stare at him incredulously. “Randy, you don’t want to do that,” you warn.

“Oh I think I do. I wanted to ask if you’d study with me after I get off work tonight.”

“There’s not a chance in hell my girlfriend is doing shit with you, douchebag.” Billy steps up beside you, looking pissed beyond belief. You sigh in relief.

Randy drops your wrist as if it burns. “Why the hell not?” He protests, puffing his chest and raising his chin a little.

“Because you’re a spineless creep who’s too dumb to understand what goes on in class,” he bites. “She’d fail if she looked at your shit.”

“I’m smarter than you, asshole! She’s asked to borrow my notes before!”

Billy grins, a nasty twist of his lips. He steps closer, lowers his voice. “Oh yeah? Well she let me hit it raw the first we fucked and I’ve done it every time since then.”

Your jaw drops. “Billy!” You hiss. “What the fuck!” Embarrassment eats you alive as you smack him the shoulder so hard it hurts your hand.

Randy goes bright red. He sputters something about needing to restock candy upfront and vanishes, Billy sneering as he runs with his tail between his legs.

You’re pissed at Billy, of course. And, as pissed at yourself as you are for this, his blatant possessive behavior turns you on. Bad. Your pussy throbs.

You twist a hand in the sleeve of Billy’s flannel and drag him towards the door, pinching his side when he waves his fingers at Randy with a smug smirk.

At his car, you point to the backseat with a scowl. Billy laughs and opens the door, sliding in. You speed to the other side and join, slamming the door shut.

Billy looks far too amused.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Billy!” You smack him in the chest this time.

Billy rolls his eyes, still smiling. “A whole lot of shit, babygirl. But you already knew I wasn’t about to let that little prick flirt with you in my face.”

“What if I wanted to study with Randy, huh? You’re just not gonna give me a choice?” You challenge, looking him dead in the eye.

That wipes his smile clean off. His face darkens, brows pinching together. “You don’t get a fucking choice. You’re my girl, mine. You’re not hanging out with Randy so he can try and worm his way into your pants.”

You huff, staying silent. Billy sighs and rubs his eyes with the heels of his palms. “Just, c’mere,” he pleads, taking your hand and tugging. You slide into his lap, straddling him, the ache in your pussy becoming harder to ignore.

“You know I don’t want to be with Randy.”

“I know.” Billy holds your hips, thumbs rubbing over the bone. “Do you still love me?”

You smile softly, pressing your foreheads together. “Of course, dummy.”

Billy brushes his lips over yours, whispering, “then show me who you belong to.”

You groan. Nobody can judge you for how hot under the collar Billy’s jealousy gets you, or why you let him get away with so much bullshit. He’s just… Billy. And you’re in love with him.

His hands slide down your thighs, then up under your skirt, as you press hot kisses along his jaw, down the side of his throat. Sucking a hickey where it’s just this side of too high to cover without a turtle neck. Billy moans and grips your ass, tilting his head to the side.

Your hands run down to his pecs and stop to squeeze, then trail lower to play with button on his jeans. “Pull them down,” you demand.

Billy raises an eyebrow. “So bossy. You want my cock so bad, huh?” he teases, unbuttoning his jeans and shoving them, along with his underwear, to mid thigh. His dick bobs and smacks his lower belly, the sound muffled by his shirt.

“Duh,” you tease back, eyeing his cock. “Now help me so I can ride you.”

Billy hums, sliding your panties aside with two fingers, taking his cock in hand with the other until his tip presses against you. “Bounce on me, baby. Let me feel the tight pussy that everyone wants a taste of. That’s all for me.”

You sink down slowly, head dizzy with Billy’s words. “You’re so fucking jealous,” you moan. His cock stuffs you so fucking well, and you let out a little sigh when your ass meet his thighs.

“You’re goddamn right I am,” he says through his teeth, lashes fluttering. He wraps one hand around your neck, applying pressure. The other smacks your ass hard enough to leave a mark, grabbing a handful. “Now fuck me, baby. I know you can.”

He keeps his hand on your throat as you ride him. Guiding you with it. You cling to the seat behind him, nails digging into soft fabric, and the harder he squeezes the more blood rushes to your face.

“Billy,” you wheeze, pussy clenching tight and relaxing over and over. M’gonna cum! Feels so good, please make me cum.”

“Yeah? Anybody can see through these windows, ya know. Watching you take my dick like a good girl. So pretty.” He stares with such intensity a shiver rattles your spine. His cheeks are bright pink when he breathes, “I’d let you crack open my ribs and hide next to my heart if you wanted.”

Morbid words send heat flaring through your limbs. Billy frees your throat and the intake of air buzzes in your head. You bury your face in his shoulder, listening to Billy pant as he grinds his hips against your ass, cumming with a whimper.

You never even notice Billy staring out the window with a shit eating grin, flipping Randy off as he stands frozen in shock not even ten feet away from the car.

[crushmeeren]

⋆ master list

⋆ cw ꒱ just fluff! but rin being a little shit is a warning all on its own.

Rin would admit he wants to marry you in a TikTok.

He’s not forgetful, he doesn’t have a slip of the tongue. Rin’s just nonchalant about it because it’s the easiest decision he’s ever made.

Atsumu’d begged him to make one. Literally got on his knees and pleaded. Something about having two professional volleyball players / long time friends being great for views and press for both teams.

Blah blah, Rin didn’t really listen.

It’s filmed at Onigiri Miya because Rin thought he might as well see Osamu too. Rin knows he’d be butthurt if he visited Atsumu only while in town. It’s after closingand they’re sat at the counter, Osamu on the employee side out of camera view, wiping things down.

“We’re gonna taste test my idiot brother’s new onigiri today,” Atsumu says to the camera, grinning as Osamu gives him the middle finger. “It’s got spicy tuna and —,”

“My wife loves spicy tuna.”

Atsumu looks at him like he’s grown a second head. “Yer wife?”

Rin rolls his eyes and stares at Atsumu. “Yeah. My wife.”

“Ya don’t have a wife, Sunarin. Do ya need yer head checked?”

Rin punches Atsumu in the arm. Hard. “I will once she says yes, dumbass.”

The twins lock eyes before Atsumu shoots Rin a nasty glare. “Whatever,” he grumbles. “Don’t punch me so hard, jerk!”

“Oh? Self proclaimed world’s best setter can’t handle a little hit?”

Atsumu wants to punch the smug grin off Rin’s face.

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

Rin has the nerve to not even tell you about the conversation before the TikTok’s sent to you a million and five times. From friends, family, Atsumu — and it goes viral. EJP Raijin even reposts it.

A text waits for Rin one evening after practice.

from : wifey material 💍

“That was the worst proposal to ever exist. I’m not saying yes until you come up with something better, Rintarou.”

[crushmeeren]

⋆ just uh…. i’m filled with the images of baby & mystery. this possessed me out of nowhere.

⋆ cw ꒱ ⇢ so, yeah. getting fucked by baby and calling mystery in the middle of it. cursing, biting, raw dogging, phone sex i suppose, cream pie. fem reader. this is baby x reader x mystery coded, like y’all are all three in a relationship — you just so happen to be getting fucked by baby while mystery is out.

master list

Baby bites.

Not as hard as Mystery, who leaves you looking like a chewed up dog’s toy, but still. Baby is a fan of sinking his teeth in for a taste.

“Ow!” Sharp canines threaten to break the skin over your collarbone and you hiss, fisting Baby’s hair with one hand. Smacking the back of his head with the other. “Baby, fuck — too hard,” you whine.

Baby moans and clutches the sheets. He grinds his hips, cock pushing inside your pussy as far as he physically can get it, and sucks the skin between his teeth. You clench tight from the sharp sting and with a wet pop, you’re freed. “Mmm, but you look so sweet wearing my hickeys like a necklace. One more?” He pleads, rolling his hips. He pouts playfully, batting his lashes.

“Promise we’ll call Mystery after?” He promised to call your missing partner two hickeys ago.

Baby rolls his eyes. “I promise I’ll call Mys, okay?”

You tilt your chin in invitation and Baby is chewing on your throat again. He marks you up then sits back on his heels, admiring. Proud of his handiwork. Baby searches for his phone in the sheets, making a happy noise when he finds it, and FaceTimes Mystery.

“Hello?” Mystery’s voice crackles through the speaker. Baby pinches your clit and you cry out. “Baby? What are you guys doing? Are you okay?”

“Hi Mys,” Baby sighs, pulling his cock halfway out, pushing in so you’re completely full of him. Baby’s finally moving and he feels insane inside you. “Our angel wanted to call you. Since you’re missing out.”

“Missing out on what?”

“I’ll show you if you’re alone. Can’t have just any loser seeing her naked.”

Mystery pauses. “Just a second.” There’s some shuffling, a door shutting and locking. “I’m alone. Show me,” he demands.

Baby snickers. “Smile for the camera, sweet angel,” Baby coos, flipping it so Mystery has the perfect view of you sprawled out beneath him as he fucks you slowly. He runs his fingers over fresh, aching hickeys and you whine. “Look what I did, Mys. She was missing your marks, so I filled in.”

“Fuck,” Mystery breathes. “It’s so pretty Baby. Makes my teeth ache. I wanna tear into both of you.”

Baby’s cock twitches.

“When will you be home Mys?” You chime in, reaching a hand down to play with your clit. Baby’s fucking at a snail’s pace, but it’s enough friction to have you headed towards that hot burst of pleasure.

“Can you flip her over, Baby?” Mystery suddenly asks.

You clench down on purpose, not wanting him to pull out. “Fuck,” Baby moans. “Her pussy doesn’t wanna let me go. Greedy little thing.” Despite your best efforts his cock slips out. “Flip over. You don’t want Mys to be sad, do you?”

You shoot him a look and roll onto your belly, lifting your ass in the air. “Yeah, I’m sure he’d be real sad with the previous view.” The sharp smack to your ass makes your breath catch, pussy tightening around nothing. You keep quiet.

“Oh? No more attitude?” Baby taunts, thumb on your pussy to spread you apart. He eases back in, sighing in relief when his pelvis touches your ass. “What do you want to see, Mys? Hard? Slow? Should I edge her?”

“Hard,” Mystery whines. “Fuck her hard for me, Baby. Please.” He’s breathless, the slick sound of him stroking his cock is loud enough to be heard through the phone.

“Aw, that’s my good boy,” Baby praises. “You want me to fuck you hard for Mys, angel?”

You almost don’t realize he’s talking to you. Too focused on how big Baby’s dick feels in this position. “Yeah — yes, please.”

Baby is ruthless. He rearranges your guts, the nails of only one hand digging into your ass as he spreads you wide open. Holding the phone, giving Mystery the best angle to watch his cock vanish in your pussy and reappear, slicker than before.

“Fuck!” You cry into the sheets, g-spot being hit repeatedly. “Baby, don’t stop — don’t stop! I’m gonna cum!”

“Your cock looks so good, Baby,” Mystery moans. “Wanna eat your cum from her pussy.”

Baby lets out his own throaty moan, hips stuttering. “Mys,” he pants. “Shut your filthy fucking mouth, wanna make her cum first. Not me.”

Since Baby’s hands are full, you play with your clit. Fast circles, fingers slipping and touching where Baby’s cock stretches you. The bizarre sensation startles you, a pleasurable heat spreading through your limbs as you cum.

Mystery sucks in a sharp breath and exhales shakily, whining your name. Whining Baby’s name.

Baby doesn’t last a second longer. The feel of you falling apart, the way Mystery pleads for him. Yeah, he’s gone. His dick throbs as he grinds into your ass, bending in half to bury his face against your shoulder blade.

Heavy breathing is the only sound for a moment. Baby pulls out, warm cum trailing down your thigh. “Don’t move,” he warns. “Wanna see her, Mys?”

“Please.”

It’s obvious Baby is showing him a close up of the mess he made of your pussy. “Poor Mystery. You wanna eat her out so bad, huh? Sucks you’re not home. I’ll have to do it for you.”

Mystery whines.

You push your legs out from under you, landing on your belly. “Baby don’t be so mean to him.”

“He’s so cute when he’s pouting!”

“I’ll be home soon,” Mystery says. “Maybe it should be your turn to get that bratty attitude fucked out of you, Baby. I know you like it when we shove your face in the sheets.”

You giggle, sure as hell Baby has gone tomato red in the face as he curses at Mystery and hangs up the phone.

[crushmeeren]

i wrote this in like an hour so if it’s rough i’m sorry 😭😭

[crushmeeren]

when they’re fucking you in doggy and they bend forward to reach a hand between your legs and play with your clit????

when he whispers “just wanna feel you,” and pushes your shirt up to your shoulder blades to kiss along your spine???? calling you good girl when you cum on his cock??????

right i’m totally normal about that. swear.

[actuallyvalerie]

I want to test if Tumblr will deny this post or not