Hello! 💕 Can I Request Semi-public Sex With Mohawk Mark? You Make Him Unhinged Like He Actually Is

Hello! 💕 Can I request semi-public sex with Mohawk Mark? You make him unhinged like he actually is and I love that. (And I know this is very specific but.. can you include the doggy position? I feel like he’d be very into it, and the reader’s ass in general.)

BENT FOR A KING — mohawk! mark grayson x reader

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WARNINGS: smut, semi public sex, swearing, slight degrading, getting caught.

Hello! 💕 Can I Request Semi-public Sex With Mohawk Mark? You Make Him Unhinged Like He Actually Is

It starts with his hand around your throat.

Not hard. Not yet. Just enough to make you breathe a little differently, feel the weight of who he is. Mohawk Mark—unhinged, dangerous, and untouchable—rules this world with blood-stained hands and a half-smirk that never quite reaches his eyes. You’re lucky he hasn’t crushed you under his boot like the rest of them.

No, he’s chosen you.

And tonight, on the rooftop of a crumbling building overlooking his broken kingdom, you’re reminded exactly what that means.

“Stay quiet,” he murmurs into your ear, voice low and hot. “Or don’t. Either way, I’ll still fuck you like you’re mine.”

His hand slides down the curve of your back, and the moment it reaches the small of your spine, you know exactly what he wants. You always do. He’s a man of habit, of power, and of instinct. His fingers grip the flesh of your hips, tugging you into position, pulling you closer to him as though you’re the only thing that matters in this world—this world he rules with fire and blood.

You can feel his gaze on you even before he speaks, his eyes burning with an intensity that both excites and terrifies you. It’s the way he looks at you—like you’re the most precious thing, but also the most breakable. It’s not just that he wants you—he needs you. The kind of need that consumes everything in its path.

His obsession isn’t just about your body, though that’s a large part of it. He’s consumed by the way you respond to him—how you give in to him, how you arch for him when he demands it, how every inch of your body fits into his hands like it was made just for him. He sees something in you that no one else does—a rawness, a vulnerability, a surrender that he can’t find in anyone else. The power he exudes comes with a deadly confidence, but with you, it’s different. There’s a tenderness hidden beneath that twisted exterior, a need to control, but also to keep you, to protect what’s his.

You drop to your hands and knees, the gravel biting into your skin as you do, the roughness of it grounding you in the reality of your situation. The city sprawls beneath you, its flickering lights barely reaching your high perch, but there’s a strange sense of thrill that makes your heart race. The risk—the fact that someone might look up and see you like this, used, wrecked by him, the king of this crumbled world, it ignites a fire in your chest.

But what feels even more dangerous is how you don’t care. Not even a little bit.

You’re here with him, in the most vulnerable way possible, but it’s an honor. It’s more than just sex, more than just being his favorite. It’s a privilege that you can’t find anywhere else in the world.

There’s no one else who would ever claim you like this—no one else who could. He owns you, yes, but in a way that’s deeper than possession. You are the only one who gets to see the cracks in his armor, the only one who gets to feel the raw, unhinged version of him—the one who could tear down everything for you, or burn it all to the ground if anyone ever tried to touch what’s his. You’re his, and he makes sure everyone knows it.

And there’s a twisted satisfaction in knowing that the world watches him rule with bloodshed and fire, but only you get to experience the darker parts of him—the parts that are soft and broken, the parts that see you not as a trophy, but as the one person who can hold him together when the rest of the world wants to tear him apart.

Being with him isn’t about just giving your body. It’s about surrendering to him completely, trusting that no one else could ever hold the same power over you, the same hold on your heart. When he calls you his, it means something. It means you’re the one person who can shatter him, who can make him feel something real in this warped world. It’s an honor to have that kind of access—to be his addiction, his salvation, and his destruction all in one.

His hands grip you tighter, pulling you toward him, and the thrill of being seen as his breaks through your every thought. You close your eyes for a second, feeling the weight of his presence, the honor of being the one to witness it. You know that, as broken and twisted as he may be, you’re the only one who gets to call him yours.

That’s the honor. And it makes every part of you ache to keep giving more.

Mark pulls your hips back into him, hands rough, greedy. His nails bite into your skin. “Fuck… look at you,” he groans, one hand gripping your ass hard, spreading you open so he can stare. “Made for me.”

You whimper when he slides in—slow just to tease, but you know he doesn’t have patience. Not really. Not when he’s like this.

He slams forward, and your breath escapes in a gasp. His thrusts are brutal, rhythmic, like he’s trying to fuck the shape of his cock into your body, so no one else could ever forget who you belong to.

“Say it,” he growls, fucking into you hard enough that your palms scrape against the gravel. “Say who you’re for.”

“You, Mark—only you,” you gasp out, voice broken and sweet.

He growls like an animal. One hand snakes up to tangle in your hair, yanking your head back so he can lean over your trembling body.

“Damn right. The whole world bows for me. And you—” he punctuates the next thrust with a sharp slap to your ass, making you moan helplessly, “—you bend over for me. Perfect little thing. My perfect fucktoy.”

The way he says it—it doesn’t feel demeaning. Not from him. Not from the man who’s torn empires apart with his bare hands, who’s crushed entire rebellions for daring to even look at you the wrong way.

You know what you are to him. Not just a toy. Not just a body to fuck.

You’re the center of his madness. His favorite obsession. His only softness in a world he rules through fear and fire.

And when he calls you his perfect fucktoy in that low, hungry voice, it doesn’t make you feel small. It makes you feel chosen. Desired so completely that it borders on worship—twisted and dark, but real in a way nothing else in his world is.

He shows it with every punishing snap of his hips. With every brutal thrust that steals your breath and leaves you gasping for more. With the way his hands clutch at you like he’s trying to mold your body to fit him—like no other shape exists but the one you make together.

“You’re mine,” he growls again, more animal than man now. His hips slam into you with a desperate rhythm, frantic and raw. “You don’t breathe without me. You don’t come unless I say.”

Your moans are soft, broken things, muffled by the way your cheek presses against the rooftop, but he hears every single one. Lives for them. You can feel how deep it runs—this need to own you, brand you, bury himself so far inside you that even death wouldn’t tear you apart.

His grip on your waist tightens. One hand drifts back to your ass, squeezing it, spreading you wider like he wants to see the way you swallow him whole. He groans—low, filthy, reverent.

“Look at that,” he murmurs darkly. “Even your body knows you’re mine. Takes me so well.”

You can’t speak. Your voice is lost in the pleasure, in the way his cock keeps hitting that spot over and over, making your toes curl, making your thoughts go white. But you feel it—how much he needs this. Needs you.

And underneath all that violence, all that terrifying strength, there’s something else. A desperation. A fear of losing you.

Because in a world he could destroy in a heartbeat, you’re the only thing that matters enough to keep. And he’s going to fuck that truth into you until it’s carved into your bones

You lose track of time—of everything but the sounds of him. The raw rasp of his breath, deep and grating, almost primal as he fucks you with relentless force. Every exhale he takes is a promise of something darker, something more savage that you need him to give. The rhythm of his hips becomes your only anchor in a world spinning faster and faster, leaving you gasping for something, anything, to hold onto.

The sting of his hands on your skin is electric—each touch searing, a claim. His fingers grip your body like he’s afraid someone might take you from him, like this—this very moment—is something he can’t afford to lose. His nails scrape over your flesh, marking you, and the pain only drives you higher, deepens the hunger coiling inside you. It’s as if your body is made for this, for him, for the way he owns every inch of you with just a touch.

And then there’s the heat building deep in your core, growing impossibly hotter with every thrust, every roll of his hips. It’s frantic, it’s all-consuming, a molten fire flooding through your veins, turning your mind to mush. Your body can’t take it much longer, but you don’t want it to stop. Not now. Not when you feel so alive, so completely his.

Your voice starts to waver, climbing higher and higher, until it’s a desperate cry. It’s not just the pleasure anymore—it’s the way he’s tearing apart everything you’ve ever known about yourself. The way he’s filling you up in every sense of the word. Your voice gets breathless, broken, like you’re drowning in him, in his touch, in the heat he’s flooding you with. And Mark? Mark lives for it.

His grin stretches wider, lips pulling back over clenched teeth. His eyes gleam, almost predatory, like he’s watching you break, like he wants to see you shatter completely under him. It thrills him, that power. That control. And every strained, breathless sound you make only pushes him further, encourages him to go harder, faster. He wants to hear your voice crack, wants to taste every shred of desperation in the air between you.

His hands grip you tighter, pulling you deeper into him as if your body was a tool meant for his pleasure. But you know, deep down, it’s not just about that. He wants you—wants to claim every inch of you, and the dangerous part is that you’re more than willing to let him. Your submission isn’t out of fear, but out of respect. Respect for the man who could crush the world beneath his boot, yet chooses to keep you close, tangled in his every whim.

His voice cuts through the air, dark and rough, just as commanding as his actions. “You like this, don’t you? Knowing that no one else could ever have you the way I do. No one else gets to see you like this. Not like me.” His breath hitches as he thrusts into you, his fingers digging into your hips.

You bite your lip, barely able to suppress the moan that threatens to escape. You can feel the rawness in his voice, the possessiveness, and you can’t help but smile, your body betraying you with its eager response. “Yes, Mark,” you breathe out, voice trembling. “Only you. I’m yours, all yours.”

His growl sends a shiver through your spine. “Damn right you are.” His hand comes down sharply on your ass, the sound of it echoing across the empty rooftop. You gasp, but it’s not from pain—it’s from the satisfaction of knowing that each strike is his mark, his claim.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he mutters, the words nearly lost in the raggedness of his breath. “You arch for me like you were made to. Every part of you… made for me.”

His words are like fire, igniting something deep inside of you. You feel his grip tighten as he begins to push deeper, harder, faster—his rhythm wild, untamed. You can hear his breath grow more frantic, like he’s losing himself in you, like he can’t control the force of his desire.

“You’ve got to be mine, don’t you?” he growls, his voice rough, hungry. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine.”

You arch your back more, meeting his thrusts, every inch of you burning with need. “I’m yours, Mark,” you gasp, your words shaking. “I belong to you. Only you. I’ll always be yours.”

He growls, low and pleased. “Good girl.” The praise is a rare gift from him, and it makes you shiver. His hands move to your hair, tugging it back so he can lean down, his breath hot against your ear. “You’re mine, and no one else gets to have you like I do. Not now, not ever.”

A dark thrill pulses through your veins at the thought. The idea that you’re the only one who gets to feel this—the only one who knows what it’s like to be held by him, controlled by him, taken by him.

His pace doesn’t slow. If anything, it picks up—faster, harder, until the world around you disappears. The only thing that exists is him, the hard press of his body against yours, the raw intensity of his thrusts, the sound of his voice demanding your complete submission.

“Don’t ever forget who you belong to,” he grits out, his hand tightening around your throat again, not enough to choke you, but enough to remind you of his dominance. “I’ll make sure you remember. Every time I fuck you, you’ll remember who owns this body.”

You gasp again, your voice shaking with need. “I’ll always remember, Mark. I belong to you. Only you.”

His lips curl into a dark smile against your skin, and for a moment, his pace falters as if he’s savoring the sound of your words. “That’s right,” he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You’re mine. And you’ll never forget it.”

“That’s it,” he murmurs through a wicked grin, his hand clutching your hip, forcing you back against him as he slams into you with unrelenting force. “Let me hear you scream. Let me hear how badly you want me, how fucked up you are for me.”

You can barely form words anymore. You’re so close—so close to the edge, your body trembling with anticipation, but still, there’s something inside you, something twisted and desperate, that wants to drag this moment out. You want him to keep breaking you, keep pushing you, to keep using you until there’s nothing left but his name on your lips and the raw burn of his hands on your skin.

His laugh comes out in short, jagged bursts, almost cruel in its delight as he watches your body tremble, your breath hitching with each deep, punishing thrust. He can feel it, too—that delicious tension, that impending explosion.

“Come on,” he urges, his voice low, almost mocking. “Let go. I’m right here, baby. I’m right fucking here.” And that’s it. That’s all it takes.

The heat inside you bursts wide open. Your body goes rigid, muscles locking as you lose yourself completely in him. The cry that rips from your throat is nothing but a raw, guttural thing—a mix of pleasure and surrender. And Mark, Mark watches you as you fall apart for him, watches as your whole body shakes with the force of it.

And with a final growl, he follows you, burying himself deep, claiming you in every possible way. He finishes with a low, satisfied groan, burying himself deep and holding you there—his hands gripping your hips like he owns every inch of you. And he does.

“Next time,” he whispers, lips brushing your skin, “we’ll do it on the Capitol steps. Let them all see who you belong to.”

And the worst part? You want that too.

You collapse forward, trembling, skin slick with sweat, knees sore from the gravel, but it doesn’t matter. None of it does. Not when he’s still inside you, so deep it feels like he’s fused to your spine. Not when you’re dizzy from the aftershocks, from the way he took you—like he needed it, like he’d fall apart without it.

You feel him exhale behind you, breath ragged, chest heaving against your back as he leans over you. His hands are still on your hips, thumbs rubbing absent, possessive circles into your skin, grounding himself in the feel of you.

“…fuck,” he breathes, more to himself than to you.

There’s something wild in the way he touches you now—softer, almost reverent. His fingers trail along the bruises blooming on your thighs, the prints he left behind, the heat radiating off your skin. He doesn’t apologize. He never would. But there’s a tenderness in the way he shifts, lowering you gently onto your side like you’re something breakable. Something precious.

“You okay?” he asks, voice quieter now but still rough, still his. His mohawk flutters in the wind as he hovers above you, studying your face like he’s looking for cracks, for signs you might slip through his fingers.

You nod, breathless. “I’m yours, remember?”

That gets a smirk out of him—crooked and dark, but it’s the closest thing to peace you’ve ever seen in him. “Damn right you are.”

He lies beside you on the rooftop, pulling you into his chest like a dragon curling around its treasure. The stars blink above the ruined skyline, and for a second, the world is still. He tucks your hair behind your ear, fingers rough and calloused but shockingly gentle.

“I hate this world,” he mutters. “Filthy. Weak. Useless.”

You hum against his chest. “But you like me.”

He pauses. The kind of pause that means he’s battling something inside—something he never lets anyone else see. Then he answers, low and deadly serious:

“I don’t like you. I need you. You keep me from turning this whole fucking planet to ash.”

His fingers trail down your spine, resting low over your ass—his favorite place, the one he claims over and over like it belongs on an altar. “If I lost you… there wouldn’t be a world left.”

You believe him.

You shift closer, tilting your head up. “You’ll never lose me.”

He kisses you then. Not soft. Not sweet. Just real. Teeth and heat and need. The kind of kiss that says: You’re mine. Forever. Even if I have to tear through every universe to keep you.

And you kiss him back, silently telling him what he already knows. You’d let him.

You’re still on the rooftop, curled in his jacket, legs weak and heart slowly returning to a steady rhythm when you hear it— the crunch of boots on gravel below.

You freeze.

Mark doesn’t even flinch. His eyes snap open from where he was lazily nuzzling your shoulder, his body already tense, ready. On edge. “…Hello?” a voice calls from down below. “Is someone—shit. Hello?”

You move toward the edge of the rooftop, careful but curious, peering over with Mark’s massive jacket barely covering your thighs. Below, a young man—probably a patroller or worker—stands in the alley, looking up. His eyes land on you, wide, startled—

And then his gaze lingers. He gasps. “Oh—uh—I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—!” His face goes red as he stammers and immediately looks away, hands raised in apology. “I thought the place was empty!”

You blink at him, unsure whether to laugh or cover yourself more tightly. “It’s okay. Just… don’t look.”

He nods furiously. “Right, yes, of course, I didn’t—I wasn’t—!”

But that was enough. Behind you, you feel it: the air shifts. The weight of fury. The silence before the storm. And then, in a blur of motion, Mark is gone. CRACK—the impact below echoes up like thunder.

You rush to the edge again just in time to see the man slammed into the alley wall, feet off the ground, Mark’s hand tight around his throat. His naked body gleams in the moonlight, but modesty is the last thing on his mind—his rage is all-consuming.

“You looked,” Mark snarls, voice low and lethal. “You looked at her.”

The man chokes, hands clawing at Mark’s wrist. “I—I didn’t mean—”

“She spoke to you. You spoke to her.” Mark’s grip tightens. “That alone’s worth breaking your spine.”

“Mark!” you shout, grabbing the edge of the rooftop. “Stop!”

He doesn’t. “I should fucking kill you,” Mark growls, eyes glowing like a warning. “You think you get to see her? Get to hear her voice?” You leap down, landing hard and stumbling, Mark’s jacket still clutched around you. “Mark, please. Stop.”

He growls, muscles trembling with restraint as he glares at the man, who’s turning pale under his grip. You move in front of him, pressing a hand to his chest. “He didn’t touch me. He didn’t even try anything. He’s just a dumb kid who looked up at the wrong time.”

His jaw is clenched so tight you can see the muscle ticking. You cup his face, forcing him to look at you instead of his prey. “Please, Mark. For me.” He breathes through his nose. Once. Twice. Then he rolls his eyes with a grunt and drops the man, who crumples to the ground, gasping for air.

“You should be dead,” Mark growls at him. “You even dream about her, and I’ll rip out your tongue and force you to swallow it.”

The man whimpers and crawls backward, disappearing into the shadows without another word. Silence returns. You look up at Mark. “You didn’t kill him.” He tilts his head. “Don’t act like that wasn’t impressive restraint.”

You laugh softly, stepping closer. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I am,” he says, dragging you flush against him, voice dark and low. “And you love it.”

His hands settle low on your hips—palming the curve of your ass again, possessive and unrepentant. “Let someone try that again. Next time, I won’t ask for permission.”

You kiss him, rough and quick. “Next time, don’t make a scene while I’m still half-naked.” He grins, wicked and wild. “That’s your fault. Walking around looking like sin in my jacket.”

And before you can argue, he lifts you into his arms like nothing in the world matters but you and takes off into the sky.

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squ1shygutszz666

9 months ago

the only thing you’d willingly let slap across your face is his cock.

after he’s done ramming his length down your throat, he gives you a second to catch your breath, watching his drenched dick glisten with your saliva. your face is so fucked out and the only thing he can do is chuckle and admire how your mouth is still wide open; tongue poking out as you pant for his cock.

“such a pretty slut for me.”

his smirk is heard through his words as he strokes himself with one hand while the other grips at your hair to force your head under his dick.

still holding his length, he swipes his balls across your mouth, tongue immediately latching around them and lips puckering up while he drops them further into your gob.

he can’t help clenching his thighs when he feels you suck around him, loud groans erupting from his chest.

“fuuuuck yes… juuust like that.”

his sounds and curses are like words of encouragement to you so you carry on as best as you can — even though you feel entirely brain fucked — to please him with all your might.

the loud, wet noises that are made only make his ears perk further before he feels his core tighten and dick throb.

your eyes are screwed shut as he shoves his balls in your mouth as far as he can; stretching the corners of your lips and causing them to pain.

when he feels the rush within him grow, he’s quick to empty your gob and leave you gasping for air while he quickly jacks himself off over your face.

“want your cum !” he can only bite his lip and grin at how desperate you still are despite just being full to the brim with his dick.

his jaw drops at the sight of your droopy eyes and laid out tongue before pointing his tip at it and releasing all his cum. you’re sure not to waste a single drop, swallowing all that entered your mouth as he becomes a grunting mess.

“what a good girl.”

he thrusts himself into you one last time, lips wrapping around his length before pulling out with a pop.

the beam on your face has his cock twitch, hand moving to tap his tip against your cheek a couple times, smile only widening.

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squ1shygutszz666

11 months ago

" WATASHI WA STAR! "

✩ɞ You're a fucking star. And they want a taste of it.

cw. MDNI, [SEPERATE] fan (except Nanami) (Toji, Nanami, Choso, Geto) with celeb reader, female implied reader, mild stalking, POC implied reader (specifically African/African American, but not secluded to such), semi-public sex, caught sex, piv, oral (m & f receiving), unprotected, creep tendencies, squirting. (Ps. Not too much on perspective shifts, I low-key was fighting demons trying to stay on 3rd person perspective but I gave up..sorry..)

wc. 6,776

TOJI FUSHIGURO ☆ backstage pass.

It wasn't every tour you offered such an amazing type of pass for your millions of fans. The back stage pass. You avoided it, you didn't like the idea of people looking at you from behind stage, getting in the way between songs, or even abusing the opportunity. But, when your team pointed out how much money you could make, how this could boost your morale, how could you refuse?

When it was announced that you were offering such a deal, the amount of people who made posts, videos, tweets about it, the amount of people that pleaded in your dm's about you saving them a ticket was overwhelming to say the least. It was mère weeks of the constant buzz about the special pass that was limited to 3 people. The seconds felt like minutes, the minutes felt like hours, the hours felt like days for all the fans who would be coming to your Japan show that was in a couple of weeks.

Launch day was terrifying. The second the tickets went for sale, Ticketmaster crashed from the amount of people trying to fight and pay their way to the special pass. After it was fixed, and the many apologies given from yourself and your team. The first 5 were sold. But so were the 200,000 open seats that very day. Was it record breaking? Nearly, did it break headlines? Definitely.

That was a few weeks ago. Now it's the day of your concert. You weren't nervous, you've done this for years, I mean how could you be? The thing you were slightly anxious about was the 3 fans who'd be backstage with you. They aren't only back stage, they get free food, a meet and greet with you, back stage seats to watch you perform, and they get to listen to your unreleased single before anyone else. What if they were creepy old men who want to hurt you? What if they had a bomb, or gun, and wanted to kill you? Those thoughts ran through your head as someone knocked on your door.

"Y/n? Backstage pass holders are here. It's time for you to greet them." Your manager called through the door*

"Alright, thank you." You shook the nerves and opened your dressing room, following your manager out to the empty foyer except for the single man standing there.

You approached the smiling man. He wore nothing but black, but you could see the small logo of your logo on the left side of his all black shirt, under his leather jacket. It was clearly your merch.

"Hello." You spoke to the man. You studied his face as you spoke. He wasn't half bad looking. He was taller than you, he had well defined muscles under your merch, and he had a scar on his lip. He smirked and looked down at you.

"Hey, princess." He said too casually. You frowned at the nickname, unsure how to feel about it. Your mind didn't like it, but the butterflies that filled your belly proved otherwise.

"Is it just you?" You asked, looking behind him. He chuckled and looked behind and around himself.

"Guess so," he smirked. "Guess it's just you and me backstage." You frowned even more. Damn, now you have to entertain him for the "meet & greet" portion, and after the concert for when he hears your unreleased song. It's going to be a long night.

"Okay, well, thank you for purchasing the backstage pass. You'd be the first to enjoy the luxury." You said plainly, trying to fight the fact the longer he looked at you, the more shy and flustered you felt. Okay, you were lying. This man is hot. You imagined things about him you shouldn't..like how his scar might feel on your-

"princess?" He waved his hand in front of your face, chuckling. "There she is." You blinked and looked up at him. God, why does he have to call you that? It makes you even more flustered and those damn butterflies don't know how to fucking die. Did he even say anything? All you heard or saw was those highly inappropriate and fanciful visions of him and you indulging in- activities.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" You asked, no longer slightly flustered, but very flustered. He had his phone out and looked at you

"Yeah, I said my name's Toji, can we take a photo for my son?" His tone was a bit snarky and I rolled my eyes. He had a kid? I mean, makes sense, who wouldn't want a man like that to get them preg- damnit what the hell is going on with you?!

"Oh, yeah, sure! Just a photo?"

"Yeah, unless you wanna do a video or something." He said nonchalantly. I shook my head. "no, it's okay." He only chuckled at that and positioned his phone to take a selfie. He wrapped his larger arm around your waist and pulled you close, heads touching. He brought his hand to your left tit and secretly placed his hand on there as if he was innocently trying to hold you close. He took a few more and you pulled away, trying to seem unbothered, but damn did that turn you on.

He put his phone away and smiled. He knew you were flustered. I mean it was obvious by how slightly red your face was, even under all that makeup, your ears were a little red. He could tell from the way your eyes flickered to his body as often, if not more often than he did to you. You bit your lip occasionally, and stared at his longer than necessary. He wanted you, and now he can tell you did too, but he wouldn't admit that. He continued to study your body language, and he then noticed, it was almost too discreet to see, but he knew what he saw. You rubbed your thighs together, and not because of how you stood. He knew he had you. The breath y/n was falling for him. If not that, somewhat into him.

"you okay princess? I hope my company isn't...bothering you." He smirked as he stared you down.

"H-Huh?" You stuttered like a damn fool. God, you're the y/n, why the hell is this nobody making you feel this way. Especially this quick! It's been what, maybe 20 minutes, and you're already thirsting over this stranger! Ugh! Get a fucking grip!

"You've been staring off into space, I'm starting to think all that money I paid to see your cute face was f'r nothing." He teased as he crossed his arms.

"No! No, it wasn't for nothing, I'm just a bit..nervous! Nervous for the show, you know?" You tried to lie. It was so fucking obvious you were lying. You've bragged to the world at how comfortable you were on stage and how when you performed for half a million, you were only nervous that you might slip or fall in the heels you wore, but not from the amount of people looking at you. He knew it was a bold face lie, and he found great joy in your flustered state.

"Hmm, is that so? I guess I see no lie in that." He said, emphasizing the lie part. Damnit, now you were aware of the fact he knew you were lying. He definitely knows you're into him. But you can't be! I mean all those dating rumors, fan theories, I mean hell, what if you lose your following!? You sighed. Fuck...why were you giving in so damn easily? Why was he making you feel like this..I mean all he has is a pretty face! And a pretty body..and voic- fuck!

"Uh..what time is it?" You asked, trying to change the subject from the roaring thoughts filling your mind. He laughed and grabbed your wrist with your watch on it. "Hmmm, I wonder princess. It's almost like you have a watch on your wrist." Of course he'd be sarcastic, of course! Just find every fucking opportunity to make you embarrassed, huh?

"O-Oh.. I knew that." You tried to play it off. It was only 5:30, and your concern starts at 7. You had maybe an hour left with him alone before you had to be brought back into your dressing room to get ready for your concert. He continued his grip on your wrist, and that's when he did it. He pulled you to him. Right in the middle of that empty foyer.

"you know princess, I paid a whopping $2000 for this backstage pass. It wasn't easy getting the pass. And it certainly wasn't easy making sure I was the only one you'd be seeing tonight, so I think I should make it worth the money, don't ya think?" He smirked as he said that inches from your face. "You got a room we can go to? So we can..chat a little?"

You knew exactly what he was insinuating. He had you flush against him. He was whispering lowly in that deep, seductive voice of his. He was luring you in, and it was working. You should be pulling away. His wandering hand down to your ass didn't go unnoticed, yet you didn't pull away. You only nodded and that's how you found yourself bent over on your vanity in your dressing room, hair wrapped manically in his thick fingers as he fucked you from behind, forcing yourself to make eye contact with him.

"yeahhh, that's what 'm fucking talking' about." He growled as he stared at your pretty tear stained face. All that damn expensive makeup you wore just for him to find a game in trying to take it off by tears alone was comical to him. Your legs felt like jelly, and the mean arch you were in was borderline painful, but he hit it so fucking good!

"ah-ah-ah!" You cried as his rough thrusts hit deeper and deeper. Your eyes rolled and crossed and molded into hers as you felt him in your gut. He planned this, that's what's so infuriating about this. He had the condoms ready, the fresh tattoo of your name, small, but visible right above his dick. He had all the right things to say and things to do to get you to the point of letting this- stranger fuck you!

"T-Toj-" he cut you off as he brought his lips to your ear in a mean smile as he stared at your tear-stricken face in the mirror. "Shhhh, princess. Just let me take care of you." He chuckled. His hand that was on your hip was now on your breast, fondling and pulling at the nipple. He moved his other hand from your hair to your neck so he could pull you up, and fuck you like that. God you were so hot. He just wanted you all to his self. For 5 fucking years he wanted you. Yeah, it was creepy, maybe just a little, but he never did anything diabolical! He put posters and pictures of you up in his son's room so he has an excuse to see your face. He always saved your photos, screenshot them from any platform you posted them on and put them into a hidden album. He never missed an album or single released from you. He wished he could travel the world with you to see you at every concert you had, but he wasn't a millionaire.

"Love this pussy, love this body, love this voice, and fuck I love you." Any person in their right mind would find his words creepy, but you weren't in the right mind, you didn't even think you had one at the moment. His words only brought you closer to your release. After a while, he let go of your tit and neck and pulled out. He picked you up like a doll and brought you to the couch in the dressing room. He sat down and had his arms around your legs in a full nelson. He inserted himself and began fucking you like that. He let out the hottest groan you've ever heard and you cried from pleasure in this new position.

"Fuck me!" You whined as he chuckled. He grabbed your jaw and kissed you, nothing but spit and teeth as he fucked up into you. He muttered things no woman would want to hear from a stranger.

"Makin' it real hard not to put a baby into you, just so everyone can know you're mine.. maybe take ya home with me, show you off to my kid..you know he'd love it, right? He wouldn't let you go, oh no he wouldn't. How's that sound? Knock you off this high horse your own and mommify you, domesticate you." No, no, no, he didn't mean that, he couldn't have. But of course, you didn't reply. You brain was mush. All these words did were turn you on to the point you came without letting him know.

"Naughty fuckin' girl. Did I say you could cum? So fucking greedy, don't know what to do with ya." He meanly said. He started rubbing your cunt, continuing to fuck you. "Since you like cumming so much, let's just see how much more you can, princess."

Stupid backstage pass.

NANAMI KENTO ☆ post premier.

Oh the actor life. Full of filming, premiers, releases, interviews, fame. You were currently one of the highest trending actresses of 2024. Next to Margot Robbie, Zendaya, hell even Anne Hathaway. You had movies, after movies, after shows coming out for a couple of years, and each a rising hit. You were currently at the red carpet of your newest movie. You wore a beautiful black dress that was tight and long. It had a draped back, that showed off your beautifully toned and clear back. The draped part hung low and perfect right above your ass, and your hair was just as pretty. It was a wig that looked stunning on you. It was long, and the curled layers added to the elegance. You were currently resting your hand on your co-star, Kento. He was new to the acting industry, but any movie you were in with any co-star made every actor seem like an A-list actor.

The paparazzi and journalists loved your chemistry the best. Kento was a fine man. Had good morals, spoke nothing but respect and admiration for you at interviews. He had high respect for you in person with the way he looked, spoke, and touched you. He kept his hands to himself, or at respectable places on your body like your arm, which many other co-stars didn't. If he saw your dress was slipping down too much, or the people taking a gazillion photos of you focused on your chest or lower region, he'd cover it up with his hand or body. Those actions didn't go unnoticed by anyone. Everyone praised and fawned over your relationship. It almost seemed like your relationship in the romance movie was...real.

You and Kento soon began to enter the elegant and high class theater, but before, you were pulled gently by him for an interview with a well known journalist for a well known magazine.

"Kento, y/n. Tell us about the dynamics in your movie before it's released to the public." The Australian man asked, more focused on Kento for the moment.

"Well, our characters are from 2 completely different worlds. Y/n's character is lively, fun, not as well off as my character, but she brings joy to the people around her, like in real life. She brings joy everywhere she goes. My character is more reserved, well off, and a bit more modest and stoic. Much more like myself, I prefer to stay out of the spotlight. I think it's a very common trope in most romance movies, but the plot and acting really make our movie stand out, and I'm excited for all to see." Kento said as he looked at me, the journalist and camera.

"And as for you, Y/n?"

You smiled and looked at Kento. "Just as he said, but I'd like to add that our characters may be completely different, but they fit together so well. I think we balanced each other out quite well, and as you will see in the movie when it comes out, the chemistry between them seems almost fanciful. But I think that's what true love should look like." You smiled up at Kento, and the journalist couldn't even tell if you were actually talking about the characters, or yourselves. He smiled, and nodded.

"Well, we're excited to watch your movie when it comes out." You and Kento nodded as well, and waved as you both began to head into the theater. You kept your hands around his arm as you both walked and he leaned down and kissed your exposed shoulder.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he looked at your face. You looked up at him and nodded.

"yes, I'm excited to watch our movie." You softly laughed as you both and many others including other co-stars and the bits team headed into the theater. You saw a few other celebrity friends of yours, and you waved to them, but you never left Kento's side. You both found your seats and sat down. This might be a late to say, but you and Kento were secretly dating. I mean, that type of chemistry in your movie and person wasn't just good friends, it was the chemistry of lovers. Everyone you knew, knew you and Kento were dating, and they all were respectful and quiet about it. I mean it was almost obvious that you both were dating though. He constantly has his hands on you, even though they could be mistaken for a co-star being kind to their other co-stars, you knew he was just being slightly possessive. He kissed your shoulder often, and when paparazzi or journalists/interviewers were out of sight, his hand wandered to your exposed lower back.

You both weren't hiding your relationship, but you also weren't super open about it because it was your relationship. And you wanted it to be strictly your guys', not the world's.

"I'm nervous about the adult scene." He muttered honestly. You laughed and placed your hand on his. He was so cute, it was hard to believe he'd, such a domestic and masculine man could be so cute. You squeezed his hand and reassured him. "Especially since we know what really went down."

You blushed and nodded. Even though the adult scene was fake, you both were into it, and in the real way. Kento did ask once if the padding they wore was necessary, and the body suit you had to wear to keep the movie 17+ and not rated R. They gave you the freedom to do what you pleased in the general sense of 'making love' and not anything more.

"I think it'll be a good trip down memory lane." You smiled. The director of the movie came on the stage in front of the screen, and gave a synopsis and introduction to the movie. He thanked us all and the movie began. Throughout the movie, many of us actors laughed and smiled about the scenes we were in. Ken often smiled and quickly told me about what he did or felt, or reminded me of the bloopers. I smiled and laughed quietly at his remarks. The adult scene came and passed, and you smiled through it all. Soon the movie came to an end and the theater erupted in claps. You and Ken had rehearsed this moment of where after the movie you'd each give your own person thank you or speech. We both got up and he helped me carefully onto the stage and began speaking.

"thank you all who showed up, watched, and enjoyed the movie. Me, Rayna, our co-star and movie team are so thankful for the opportunity to fill this movie. We hope you all enjoyed it, and will continue to." He continued in thanking individuals for a specific thing and I remained silent and had my hand on his lower back as spoke. He then clapped with everyone else when he was done, and looked at you as you began to speak. Of course, you were starting to tear up like you did with every premier. It wasn't an annoyance, and everyone knew they were tears from how proud you were of everyone and how you always have some emotional tie to the movie or show you filmed. This one was different though, because you found a lover through it. For the first time.

"I just want to thank Ken. I mean, I've done movies like his for years, and I've never felt this way for a co-star. He is brilliant, kind, hardworking, and caring, and I wouldn't wish for someone better. This is his first movie, believe it or not, and I'm so proud of him. I'm proud of everyone, but I'm proud of him." Everyone clapped and you laughed as he pulled you into a hug. You cried into the hug and everyone clapped and cheered.

After the premier, you and Kento were in the car on your way back to your house. He wanted to celebrate with you for the movie. There were already good remarks from critics, and the movie is already trending without even being out. You reached your mansion, and entered the cold but warm place. You got out of your dress and into more comfortable clothes. Ken as well.

You both sat on your couch and enjoyed some wine and champagne. You sat there in his shirt and panties. He in a shirt and his dress pants from the evening. You smiled as you both sat there in comfortable silence.

"I'm so proud of you, love." He finally said. His eyes were staring ahead as he took a sip from his glass. "So damn proud of you." He then looked at you and smiled. You smiled back.

"I'm so proud of you. You made this my favorite movie I've ever filmed."

"And you made my first movie the best movie I've ever filmed." He said warmly, setting his glass down, and taking yours from your hand, setting it down. He pulled you into his lap, straddling him, and wrapped his arms around you. He buried his face into your neck and sighed contently. You threaded your fingers in his blonde locks and rested your head on his.

He softly moaned to the feeling of your fingers in his hair, and gently kissed your chest over the shirt. You smiled, and settled further into his lap. He groaned slightly and gripped your hips. "Don't move like that, love, you know it was hard enough to keep myself under control when you were in that dress.

"We're alone now, what's there to hold back?" You smiled mischievously and slowly began to grind on him. He groaned again, and looked up at you, once neat and smooth hair, now messy and fluffy. His eyes bore into yours as he groaned again. You looked down at him and bit your lip with a smile. "What's wrong, ken?" You asked innocently.

He chuckled and shook his head, pulling you down on his clothed cock harder. "You know, y/n, that adult scene gave me ideas." He muttered as he ran his hands over your waist. "How it must feel to just make love..all night." You blushed at his words.

"Y-Yeah?" You stuttered as your face felt warm.

"yeah. I think we should try it again but for real this time." He smirked. "How's that sound, love?"

You felt impossibly warmer. You guys never 'made love' quote on quote. You didn't fuck either.. you guys barely made it past kissing and dry humping, so now he wants to make love. I mean, who were you to refuse.

"I would like that, ken..a lot." You smiled. He smiled back and nodded. He then began to kiss your neck gently, pressing warm but cold and wet kisses to your neck. His hands slipped under his shirt (that you wore) and caressed your soft body. You moved your head to give him more access, and you softly moaned. He gently pulled the shirt over your head, exposing your body, now only in the black panties you chose to wear. He marveled at your body, eyes never leaving your chest. He smiled, and moved his kisses from your neck, to your collarbone and below. He took his time with you. He wanted you to feel his love for you, every single drop. His kisses were deliberate and targeted. His kisses made your tummy heat up, and thighs wanting to close, but his legs which you were sitting on prevented such.

"K-Ken-..more please.." you muttered as your hands gripped his hair tighter. He nodded and gently bit your chest. "As you wish love." He had his hands on your hips as he laid your nearly naked body onto the couch. He slipped off his shirt, and undid his pants, sliding them down. "Tell me what you want, love."

No, no, no.. not this, please. You internally begged. You hated when he did this, you just wanted him to touch you where it hurt, where it begged for him. "Kennn!" You whined. He knew what he was doing! He smirked. That damn smirk that makes you melt and fold in ways no other man has ever gotten you to do. He chuckled and leaned down to kiss your lips. "I'm sorry baby, you know how I am. Tell me what you want, and you'll get it, I promise." He smiled as he almost babied you, which you really didn't mind.

"Mmm, touch me..down there.." you muttered, now feeling shy. He smiled and brought his hands to your lower stomach. "Here?" He smiled. You whined and he chuckled. "You gotta be a little more specific love, there's a lot "down there"."

You huffed and wrapped your legs around his waist. "Kennn! You know where!" He tried to act like he didn't and you groaned. "I wanna feel you in me!" He chuckled and leaned down to kiss your cheek. "Better." He then hooked his fingers into the panties, and pulled them up your legs, you immediately unlocking them from his waist so he could pull them off. He pulled off his boxers as well, his angry tip slapping against his stomach. You looked down at his cock, it was so pretty. You've only seen it once before, but not for something like this. He reached into his wallet which was in his pants pocket and pulled out a condom.

"No." You sat up and grabbed the condom, throwing it away from you both. He looked at you with furrowed brows. "Honey?" He asked confused why you did that. You now felt sheepish but you stayed firm. "I-I want you inside.. I wanna feel all of you."

"Are you sure?" He asked carefully. He was hoping you were sure of what you were implying. He had no problem with it, but it could lead to a longer term issue. A child. You nodded and locked your legs around his waist again. "I'm sure, now please put it in..I just wanna feel you, that's all, please." He couldn't say no to that cute face. Your cute body, he just couldn't. So he lined himself up, and remained hovering over you.

"Take some deep breaths, love." He whispered as he slowly inserted his thick tip. You gasped and held onto him, arms wrapped around his neck and back, nails scratching. He paused and waited till you calmed down before he slowly inserted himself. He was so thick, and long, and God did it feel glorious. When you gave him the okay, it was like a whole new world was opened. You weren't new to sex, you've had a few hookups throughout the years, but they were never this intimate, this intense. Kento cared about you and your well-being over his own pleasure, and to be honest, you think he finds pleasure in your well-being! He grunted as his pace increased and each grunt sent another deep pang of butterflies into your tummy. You moaned and whimpered into his ear at how good he felt. It was so overwhelming that a tear slid down your cheek. No words were said throughout this moment. He kissed your tears and lips. He kissed your nose and cheeks. He loved you, but he wouldn't say it until you did. He didn't wanna scare you off.

He hit so deep, and the mixture of pleasure, and security you felt made it 10x better. "K-Ken- fuck, it's so good, it's so, so, good, please don't stop." You cried as he continued his pace, increasing the speed of it slightly. He felt himself letting go, but he couldn't do it before you, he couldn't.

"sweetheart, you-fuck, you close?" He groaned as he felt himself too close. You whined and nodded. He tapped his shoulder repeatedly as you came and that's all it took for him to come inside. He captured your lips in a kiss as he fucked you both through it. It was too good, too fucking good, and you both felt it. He pulled away slightly to catch his breath and he chuckled.

"I'm hard again."

CHOSO KAMO ☆ cute stalker.

There you were. Walking through all those paparazzi wannabe's. They wish you looked at them like you did him. They wished you got on your knees for them like you did him. They wanted to be him so bad, your lover. Except, you didn't even know who he was. You never met him, seen him, touched him. It was all in his head. Choso wasn't crazy, he swears he's not. He just likes every photo, video, interview you were in, your account or not. He would constantly buy new phones from himself constantly breaking them from throwing them from seeing you with another man. He wanted you all to his self.

He wasn't crazy, he swears he isn't. He just wants the love of his life all to himself, that's all. I mean how could he not, you were beautiful, and you always look at him, every time you follow him you see him, you smile and wave at him. No you didn't. He follows you and whatever way you look and he happens to be secretly stalking you from, he thinks that's you looking at him. But, you have met, once. At your meet and greet. He was so excited to see you, and he did, but he let something slip out that got him kicked out. He said he'd kill for you. He was dead serious, but he didn't mean he'd ACTUALLY kill FOR YOU! He just meant he'd protect you. But there's been too many cases of celebrities being killed by crazy fans who have the "if I can't have you, no one will" mentality. But he'd never kill you, he wants you for real and not in the afterlife.

So here he was, deliberately walking towards you, pushing past paparazzi, and straight to you. He was nervous. The bouquet in his hands, the chocolate in his other. The large teddy bear with your name on its tummy squeezed tight to his chest, he was ready. But just as he was about to reach you, he was yanked away by a security guard. The security guard threw him into the wall yelling at him to step away. He cried out, and you widened your eyes at the contact. You pushed the security guard away and rushed to him despite the other security stopping you.

"Are you okay?! Why the hell did you do that!?" You asked Chris, and yelled at the security. The security didn't look sorry for hurting Choso, but a bit startled at your yelling. You gently brought your hand to the back of his head which was bleeding from the impact, and frowned. You gathered the flowers that thankfully stayed together, the chocolate, and bear and handed it to him. "I'm so sorry, are you okay?"

He didn't take the gifts and nodded. "Those are for you..and I'm okay.." he was fighting tears, but not from pain, from you being so close to him. His dream girl. You smiled at his words on how those gifts were for you. You looked at the bear and clutched it to your pretty chest, oh the chest that he'd bury his face in for decades. He stared at your pretty face as you talked to him. You were inviting him to eat with you, but all he heard was "bla bla bla, I love you, bla bla bla." He'd probably explode if his head wasn't elsewhere at your invite. You noticed his dazed expression and softly laughed, tapping his cheek.

"hello?" He shook himself out of his fantasy and looked at you when you got his attention. "Do you want to have lunch with me? To apologize for what my security did?" Did he hear you right?! The paparazzi was continuously snapping photos of them, but he didn't care. He nodded and smiled, with your help, stood up. You were slightly shorter than him, and he couldn't help but find you adorable as you held his hand and pulled him into the restaurant you were going to dine in. It was a celebrity restaurant meant for no flash photography or paparazzi in general. You got a table and sat across from him, your security remained at the table next to you.

"I'm really sorry about that, your head is bleeding.." I frowned when I looked at my hand which touched his head a bit ago. He waved you off, too focused on your casual beauty. He knew you weren't wearing makeup, and how cute you looked without it. You let him order whatever he wanted, and you smiled and chatted with him. Each sentence, word, syllable that came out of your mouth made him even more obsessed with you. All those months of following you did not go in vain. It was all worth it. This would be a life lesson to you all who read this, good things comes to those who wait.

You found yourself finding the man kind of..cute? He had this cute purple hue under his eyes, and his 2 spikey buns were adorable. He smiled and was attentive to you, and you couldn't help but enjoy his company. You must have enjoyed it too much, because here you were, in the bathroom of that restaurant sucking him off.

"Aha, y-y/n.." he moaned your name as you licked and sucked his cock. It was so good, so yummy. You enjoyed the feeling of it laying heavy in your mouth. He thought he was dreaming, the delusion finally winning, but no, here he was getting head from his favorite actress. You brought your tits to his cock, and began pushing them together and squeezing his cock with them. He didn't know what to do with his hands. Does he put them on the sink, or does he put them in your hair? You smiled up at him so devilishly that he chose the latter. You stuck your tongue out, and licked his tip with every up and down you made your tits go. Almost like a premature teen, he came over your tits and onto your tongue, chin, collarbone. You continued to stroke him, and licked up his mess.

"Mm, so pretty."

GETO SUGURU ☆ chauffeur.

You've gone through driver after driver, but they all weren't like Geto. He was your personal driver, went everywhere you did. He knew the routes you liked, he knew how to keep you entertained. He understood you when you complained to him. He was always on time to pick you up and drop you off. He knew how you liked the car you were in, the right temperature, whether you wanted the windows down or not, he also knew what Spotify playlist you'd be into, which was usually your songs. But also, he knew he was in love with you.

He always remained respectful of you, cheeky yes, but never crude or creepy. He complimented you, helped you into the car and out, always saying something about you being a "princess". He loved driving for you. He loved that you loved him driving for you. He knew he was a shoulder for you to cry on, and that's why you usually always confided in him, no matter how long the drive. You also sit in the front more often than not. Most people don't do that, but he makes you feel welcome in the front, and you like sitting in the front.

You soon found yourself way too comfortable with him. He practically was your boyfriend without the touching and title. You told him about your period, your cravings, your needs, desires, wants. You've talked about your body and how you love it or hate it. You complained to him about sexual frustration. It wasn't like you had to tell him any of that, you certainly didn't. You had many friends who you could tell that too instead, but there was something about him that was so inviting. He's also confided in you too. He talked to you about this girl he liked and how he wanted her. He talked to you about his hair and how he's happy you like it long. He's let you even do his hair in long traffic stops. You guys were like lovers without being official.

But you'd be a damn fool to say he wasn't attractive. You found yourself almost excited when he honked the horn every time he waited for you outside, or how upset you'd be when he didn't pick you up and someone else did instead. You found yourself staring at him and imagining how it'd feel for you to grip his hair as he hugged you, or did other activities. You wondered if he would be into hair pulling, or if he'd be into other things. It was inappropriate, it was weird, and it definitely wasn't the cause to the fact you're riding him in the backseat of your limo.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Geto repeated as you hopped on his dick. You tugged his hair as you rolled your hips and slid up and down his lengthy cock. He captured your left tip into his mouth as his hands remained firm on your lower ribs. You moaned as your legs burned, but the feeling of his cock inside you overpowered it and you prevailed. You never lent up as he has came many times, you just as many. He was completely pussy drunk off of you. Soon enough, he couldn't handle it anymore and came again. You moaned and laughed as he came inside you, you enjoyed the feeling, and your body shivered at it. You continued to grind down fervently. He let out the hottest whimpers and groans as you fucked him dry. You soon came and slowed down to a stop. He held your front to his tightly as he shook from how much he came.

"W-want to taste you.." he shamelessly admitted, pulling you gently off of him, and laid you in the gap between the driver and passenger seats so he could eat you out. He let out a shaky breath as he looked at your soppy, creamy cunt, mixed with his and your juices. He pressed his nose and lips to your count and began gently sucking and licking you clean. His tongue slapped up every juice from you. You moaned and your legs shook at the overstimulation. He didn't even realize how good you tasted till he found himself panting as he continued to desperately eat you out. You let out a scream in pleasure and pulled his hair.

"G-Getooo! T-too much!" He groaned and continued to eat you out. He inserted his middle and ring finger and began fucking you with them. You squealed and he smiled. You tried to push his head away, legs kicking and shaking as you felt your release again.

"S-Sugu-ahhh!" You shook as you came again, your juices sprayed against his face and he let out the hardest groan, cumming himself simply from eating you out. He slowly licked you clean and pulled away, hair a bit wet from you squirting.

"First time you've given me a ride." He chuckled, kissing your thighs.

"it definitely won't be the last.

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squ1shygutszz666

11 months ago

5 sexiest things a woman could wear

Full suit of armor

Just an oversized teeshirt

blood of her enemies

leather jacket

Super cool sword on her back

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squ1shygutszz666

10 months ago

Freya, the "It's On" story... please I need to know more!

“Now which hole should I claim first?”

Which one does he claim first? How many rounds does he go? What does he do? How innovatively does he punish? All holes? 🥵

I neeeed to knowww!!

Girl you cannot leave me hanging and aroused like that!! Please I need more 🥺

Oh you are a curious little kitty aren’t you? So what does happen next in It’s On?...

Summary: After being locked up in the basement, Henry sets loose and gets his revenge.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x ofc (1st person pov)

Warning: 18+, RPF, poetic anal sex, vaginal sex, fingering, double penetration I guess, creampie, maleDom, bondage, punishment. If these theme bother you then don’t read it.

A/N: This is a basement AU, this niche, this is somewhat of a smutty crackfic. It turned out poetic but I wrote it early morning in bed...Not Beta’d. we die on our mistakes like August slipping off a cliff, kissing a hook and crashing into raging fire.

It’s on - part two

The air was damp with lichen scented mist and the heat of our bodies as he held me in restraint. His hand groped, squeezed and seared the muscle beneath my shivering skin.

"Not so smart and mouthy now that I'm in charge..." he provoked with a smack and broke to a malevolent chuckle at the bounce my body made.

"Oh c'mon now, pet, you thought it was funny when it was me tied up to that chair and bound to your mercy."

Dutifully spitting on his hand, he reached to coat his thick shaft with saliva, preparing himself for the imminent conquest of my body. Another low growl reverberated through the basements rackety walls at the touch of his own coarse hand over his shaft.

It's been far too long since he yielded the freedom to touch himself.

Bound and bent on the desk, I could only do so much as squirm beneath the imprisonment of his body. My empty core ached for his intrusion, twitching, throbbing like a begging whore, wetness glistened over the back of my thighs, and Henry laughed once more as he pressed himself between my petals.

"Go slow," I pleaded, "I want to enjoy you, I want..."

But my words were broken by a hiss. The touch of Henry's bulbous monster stole my ability of speech; instead, I emitted pathetic little whimpers, urging him to invade my flesh.

Tears of joy almost sprang as he gently pushed.

"Hmm", Henry uttered but then slowly slid the tip higher, tracing the fine path until he reached my puckered ring.

"Oh!"

"We never tried this one before, haven't we?"

'Fuck.'

Before I could even prepare myself for the foreign sensation, he pressed inside - slow like honey drizzle, he made every inch meaningful as he sank into the bottomless dark pit.

"Fuck!!!"

We both cried out - the pain of being split open, taken in the forbidden cavern made my entire body stiffen with surprise, and yet I wanted him even deeper, paying no mind to chaste biddings, nor to my discomfort.

Holding onto the strap of the belt wrapped around my throat, he drove further into my ass, anchoring himself in the sea of darkness until his heavy sack pressed into the pillows of my rear.

The sensation was astonishing, almost making him collapse atop my body and the pressure, by god! The taunting pressure of having him stuff the wrong orifice and leave my dripping pussy abandoned made me want to howl.

"Please, fill every inch of me!"

Always the pleaser, he glided a hand between my slippery folds and penetrated my cunt as finally, he began thrusting inside me. I was almost embarrassed by how quickly my canal seized him, tightening around his long fingers as he fucked both holes.

"I can feel myself moving," he gasped, curling and angling his fingers deep within; he sought to sense the press of his rod through the thin muscle. Groaning with amazement, he began to push and pull, his rhythm a punishing pace, every slam of his hips against my ass, every drag of his too-large cock inside my tight canal, reminding me my place.

And god, I wanted it, the humiliation, the sense of being captured, prodded and taken in such sin. The awkward twinge further increased the blooming pleasure - like a virgin... only far more corrupt.

I sobbed as I broke into an unearthly delirium, falling apart as his thumb moved gently above my clit and his fingers spread inside me.

"Good Girl," He choked out, pleased at the spectacle of my climax, "where do you want me to come?"

"I don't... I don't.. care!"

But I did care. As Henry suddenly pulled from my battered anus and plunged into my cunt I thought I would die of bliss. Walls still swollen and tender from my orgasm, I felt him in every cell of my body. In my head, the blood throbbed, and I quaked and jolted against him like an obedient bitch.

"Forgive me, my love," he mumbled incoherently and latched his fingers around my neck, pulling me up as he began to fuck me with vigour.

It wasn't meant to last.

Two heaving, slamming sweaty bodies. We lost ourselves in this carnal euphoria. Within minutes I faltered once more, my rapture even further intense as now my womb milked around his cock.

"Inside me!" I cried, "come inside me!"

For a moment, I was in charge again, and Henry was my servant. Giving me everything I yearned for, he panted and moaned with despair, bottoming out until his held felled, and like a thin glass statue, he shattered into million bits and pieces, overflowing my womb with his bountiful white bliss.

"Did I hurt you too much?..." he asked carefully, relieving the belt from my neck and kissing the blades of my shoulders.

"A little..." I admitted, "but in a good way."

Spreading his apology with dozen butterfly kisses, he embraced me and then pressed his bristly cheek to my nape.

"Does this mean I can move into the bedroom?"

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🤪

Or having a safe word with ransom drysdale and one night using it because it is all getting too much and him ignoring you saying it so you start trying to push him off you and cry but that just causes him to carry on

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ransom drysdale x reader

summary: ransom shows you just how much he loves you?

warnings: DARK!RANSOM, there’s some gaslighting happening here, SMUT, NONCON/DUBCON, overstimulation, safe words, not proofread, basically just p*rn

word count: 1.1k (guess im putting this on the oneshot list

an: I so badly wanted to post something today so I tried to shit something out today and this happened so if this is all over the place, my bad. Let me know if i forgot something 😅

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Ransom has you gagged while he continues to go down on you, giving you what seems to be your fourth (or was it fifth?) orgasm with his mouth. It was pleasurable at first and you were drowning in want and you started to want more but it doesn’t feel like you’re going to be able to take his cock now that you’re all spent with the orgasms, he continues to be giving you with just his mouth.

“Another one?” His smug tone vibrates through your soaking cunt, pushing you into another bliss before he finally pulls away from your cunt with a big grin. “Such a mess for me, aren’t you?” He wiggles his brows at you before guiding your legs and wrapping them around his torso. You sigh in relief, thinking that he’ll finally give you what you’ve been craving for which appears to be just as needy as you are at the way it’s staining his slacks. He’s bulging and it looks like he’s really… really hard. You’re so sure that he’s going to quench both of your cravings but his next actions have your eyes widening in excitement as well as in fear.

“Let’s see how many times I get to make you cum with my fingers,” he leans forward to whisper in your ear before pressing a kiss to your gagged mouth at the same time he plunged a finger into you. Your mind is already foggy from all the peaks you’ve reached so you’re not really understanding what’s happening but you find yourself easily releasing again when he added another finger into your sore and very sensitive cunt.

“Aaannd another one…” He smirks, not stopping or even slowing down as your walls clench around his fingers. He wipes your tears away with his free hand before moving them down to palm your breasts, pinching and teasing your hard nipples before chuckling at how your body spasms when his fingers hit a special spot which causes you to yet again cum on his fingers. “That’s another one!” He exclaims with a toothy grin before watching your face with curious eyes.

“I can’t take another one, Ransom,” you say or at least try to say with the gag in your mouth. Ransom acts like he didn’t hear you and continued to plunge his fingers into your abused cunt, using his thumb to tease your clit this time.

“Red!” You shout through the gag, brain no longer working as you waited for him to stop. He never did.

“Hmm? What was that? You want more?” He tilts his head to the side before nodding at you with a chuckle. “Anything for my greedy little girl,” he presses a kiss on your forehead before using his skillful fingers to bring you to another high. “Oh! That’s it, hunny! Squirt on my fingers, baby. Show me how good I make you feel!” He praises you but you didn’t pay much attention because your ears are ringing with all the pleasure being washed upon you and your vision is already becoming blurry in exhaustion.

“Ahh, I can’t take it anymore. I wanna feel you around me. How wet you are for me,” he pulls on your hips, positioning it closer to his cock and smirking at your cries when he taps his hard tip onto your very sensitive clit. “Pretty sure I made you wet enough,” he slams into you, ignoring your hands that tried pushing on his abdomen and letting out a groan into your ear as he hugged your body closer to his. “So fucking tight and warm, baby!” He pulls out before slamming back in, rutting into you with a speed that made your eyes cross in exhaustion. You don’t think you can take any of it anymore.

“RED! RED!” You scream through the gag, tears falling down your eyes when Ransom didn’t seem to understand your words.

“RANSOM RED!” You plead, hitting his back with your clenched hands but he only groaned in response.

“Just. A. Little. Bit. More.” He thrusts into you with each word before stilling inside you, cock twitching as he starts to spill his seed into you. He moves one hand down to start stimulating your clit which shook your head at, pleading him to stop. That you can no longer take another release but just like before, he didn’t understand you so he continued.

“AH FUCK!” He screams in pleasure when your walls tightened around him while he’s cumming. His cock continues to twitch inside of you as the both of you tried to breathe through your orgasms.

Ransom let out a sigh before caressing your face with a gentle hand, face sporting a worrisome look when he saw the dejected look on your face.

“Baby…” He quickly removes the gag on your mouth before pressing a chaste kiss on your lips and pulling away. “What’s wrong, hunny?” His worried eyes stared at you and your heart fell at how his joyful expression turned into a guilty and gloomy one.

“Nothing,” you smile at him tiredly. “Just really exhausted…” You didn’t want to take his joy away. It’s not like he did that on purpose. It was just a little accident. The gag was a bad idea and you would talk to him about it next time.

“You know I love you right?” He looks at you, eyes glossy as he pleads at you with those blue eyes.

“Of course, Ransom.” You press a kiss to his lips to which he responds with a giddy smile.

“And you love me just as much, right?” His right brow twitches, a nervous tick, which made your heart skip a beat.

“Of course, I do. Why would you even ask that?” You press another kiss on his lips, arms wrapping around his torso before you felt his cock twitching inside of you.

“I’m the only one who can make you feel this way, right?” Ransom’s nose flared as he straddles you, eyes flashing with lust before he starts thrusting into you again.

Your head falls back in ecstasy. You’re too sore, tired, and stimulated to object so you can only nod in response.

“That’s what I thought,” Ransom whispers before plunging his cock into you again. And again. And again.

It’s going to be a long night and Ransom thanks the gods for giving him a very loving woman who loves him just as much as he loves her.

Ransom knows that you’ll talk to him about the gag. He’ll tell you to use the tapping method as a safe word.

He’ll just have to gag you and tie you up the next time.

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10 months ago

『 Fainting mid Sex 』

☼ synopsis: You faint while they fuck you and they take care of you in their very own way

☼ characters: Nanami, Choso, Toji

☼ wc: 1.4k

☼ cw: fem!reader, afab!reader, sub!reader, fainting, gentle aftercare with Nanami, prone bone and accidental creampie with Choso, mentions of somno, cervix fucking, mean Toji, facial, slightly forced cum eating

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹ Nanami:

Nanami was cradling your face ever so gently as his hips rutted into you, rolling in a rhythmic and sensual way. “You feel so good around me, kitten” he groaned into your neck, his weight on top of you smothering you in the best way without being too much. It made you feel oh so full land the way he sucked purple marks all over your neck made your head spin, fearing to lose your sanity at the praise falling from his lips, his voice ripping your last piece of mind from you as the pleasure rippled through your body and just when your back arched - one of his strong arms wrapped around your waist to keep you in this position. Things became overwhelming quickly, your body going limp in his arms. The thought that you must have fainted didn't cross Nanami’s mind at first, only a few thrusts later when you were still so uncharacteristically quiet he moved his head from the crook of your neck, eyes going wide when he saw your eyes closed and body unconscious.

Without hesitation he pulled out from your tight cunt and held you close, cock throbbing by the ruined orgasm but that was his last concern. “Darling, wake up,” he gently shook you by the shoulders, soft words slowly waking your body up only to find his face right above yours, the worry etched in his brows when your eyes slowly fluttered open, your ears still ringing but it calmed him down to know that you're awake. “You fainted, my love” he whispered, a small smile creeping up his lips despite trying to remain serious - but how could he when you chuckled tired “guess you fucked me too well… Did you at least finish?” You asked in a soft voice and your question almost offended your lover who shook his head immediately. “I would never… not when you're unconscious.” he answered sincerely, cock still throbbing but your wellbeing was his top priority. He could finish himself off in the shower later, even if his hand couldn't compare to the tight walls of your cunt but you needed to rest now. Only if you insisted on finishing he would rub torturously slow circles on your clit to not overwhelm you by stuffing you full. If you'd rather rest, which is what was on his mind, he'd help you clean up and hold you close after bringing you something small to drink and to snack on. Nanami does not hold a grudge when you faint, your body only screaming for a break and he would grant it that, you've been taking his cock so well, you deserve to rest now.

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹ Choso:

Choso was moaning above you, his hands alternating between holding the pillow that he shoved beneath your body, and your hips, his grip making sure to leave bruises that would grace your skin for the following days. “Nghhh… so close,” his voice came out broken and ragged, sounding so desperate for release between the sinful moans you let out of your lips. Prone bone always lets his cock kiss your cervix, feeling him so deep inside of you and threatening to take your last coherent thought, mewling and crying for him to go just a little harder, needing to feel him even deeper than before. Choso’s entire body was trembling with how much he held back his own release and giving you exactly what you asked for, his thrusts getting harder as his hips snapped against you repeatedly until you were a mess, wailing his name as if it's the last time you'll ever feel him inside of you but just as you were about to orgasm your body gave up, your consciousness fading and your walls naturally clenching to get rid of the intrusion in your limp body but it sent Choso over the edge, his hips stilling flush against yours as your name fell from his lips like a sinful prayer in the quiet night. Only when you didn't praise him like you usually would when he made you feel so good he got alarmed upon seeing the peaceful expression on your face. “Shit!” He pulled out right away and turned you around, cradling you into his arms into a sitting position and gently rocking back and forth until you woke up in his arms.

Your arms were slowly wrapping around his torso and Choso felt like he could finally breathe again when you opened your eyes. “Sweet, I apologize… I didn't realize you lost your consciousness,” he mumbled into your hair with such a soft voice, it was barely audible to your still ringing ears but you nuzzled your face into his muscular chest. “'s okay Choso. You know I don't mind it, you had and have my consent,” you remind him that he has full permission to continue fucking you when you faint or when you're asleep in general but he was never sure about it, feeling like this is close to taking you without consent. “How are you feeling? Do you want to go on? Should I draw a bath?” He asked, unsure what you're craving right now since your expression was unreadable to him - but in reality you just felt how his cum leaked out of your pussy, staining your thighs and the mattress beneath you. “Actually… why won't you be a good boy and use your tongue? Clean up the mess you made, hm?” You purred against his neck where you felt his hair slowly stand with goosebumps, knowing he'd love nothing more than to be your good boy, gladly lapping at your cunt until you're satisfied and his cum no longer staining you - only to fill you up anew.

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹ Toji:

Toji was pounding into you from behind, one of his legs propped up for a deeper angle to fuck you full. “My little slut, clenching around me,” he mused as he reached for your hair to grab a fist full. Your neck was bent backwards with a pleasuring sting on your scalp that made you moan out loudly, trying to nod as best as you could with the grip he had on you, your voice long gone and only able to make wonton noises, begging for your release. “So desperate for my cock,” he grinned down at your needy frame and pushed your head down into the pillows where he held your upper body down between the shoulder blades, one strong hand enough to pin you down.

The new angle made it hard to breathe, his huge cock fucking into your womb and making it feel like you're getting impaled but it's what you craved - something only Toji could provide and when his free hand came down in a harsh smack on your ass, your entire body began to shake in pleasure - too much to handle but just the right amount to take you closer to the edge. Just as you were about to scream out his name, the knot so close to snapping and releasing the tidal wave of pleasure over your body - you went limp, moans and cries ceased entirely, making Toji smirk. His hand went back into your hair to lift your head “fucking bitch,” he scoffed upon seeing you unconscious and your head dropped back into the pillows while his hips continued their harsh plowing.

He couldn't care less that you fainted, your cunt tightened so deliciously around his cock, bringing him closer to his own gates of heaven, only to pull out and manhandle your body to face him. Your eyes fluttered open when his hot cum painted your face in small spurts, landing on your lips, your cheeks and some on your lashes. “Good morning princess,” he groaned, his fist working harder on his cock to milk himself empty over your face, your whined complaints music to his ears. “Oh I know you hate this,” he chuckled as his hand came down to your face, smearing his cum over your lips before slipping three fingers into your unwilling mouth to make you taste his seed and you gagged from the intrusion. “Be a good girl next time and you get it in your greedy cunt,” he mused as he tapped your cum covered cheek before getting up from the bed, still holding a hand out for you to take. Toji is an asshole that loves to see you suffer a little, but the way you giggle when going to the shower with him lets him know you wouldn't want it any other way and that's what he loves about you. You always come back for more.

Networks: @interstellar-inn @houseofsolisoccasum

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9 months ago

Simon Riley who has a Daddy kink 🤧

Tags; Daddy kink/Rough sex/Afab

Imagine being in bed with this man, fucked so hard on the mattress you sleep that you can feel it up your very spine. All you can do is whine and whimper underneath Simon, who molds you into every position he loves you in. Never on your stomach, he needs to see that pretty face, has to hear you babble on about how he's too deep, how you're so close.

"Say my name, princess." Simon grunts, his balls slapping against the soft skin of your ass, his hands wrapped tightly around your knees as his cock buries itself deep inside your cunt.

"Mmmf–fuck, Daddy!" You squeal out when the head of his cock nudges a particular spongy spot that sends you shivering from your head, down to your curled up toes. Tears pricked the side of your eyes, threatening to roll down your flushed cheeks. You closed them only for a second, just a second.

"Good girl, taught ya well." Simon hissed, a dark edge to his voice as he plunged into you with near brutality, showing you no mercy but the mercy of pleasure. The wet sound of bodies clashing filled the air, mingling with your moans and the distant roll of thunder.

Your little whimpers and pleads were like music to his ears, fueling his carnal instincts. His large hands, rough from combat, yet delicate in their craft, maintained an iron grip on your knees as he moved—his eyes locked on the sight where you were joined—a sight that turned his blood into liquid fire.

"You can take it. I know you can." He demanded, his words heavy and hot against your feverish skin. "Open those eyes for me, now." Simon towers of over you, lips curling with dark delight.

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