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Jason, being a semi-canonic common hallucination in the family after his death, could lead to the stupidest AU ever.
Imagine everyone seeing him â Bruce, half of the time, Dick non-stop, Tim more often than not, and eventually even Alfred starts seeing little boy's silhouette in the corner of his eye, but he never admits it, because someone needs to stay sane in this family.
It is a lot like real-life cases when cult families start to see collective hallucination, and it somehow syncronises in their minds, so they hear and see the same things, you know?
So, yeah, everyone sees Jaybin around.
Everyone but Damian. Damian is a normal one. He also knows his Akhi is alive and well, so whatever. And it takes him some time to figure out that his family is bat-shit insane, but when he does, he decides to use it on his advantage.
Damian, calling Jason: Akhi, you should visit me. It is getting awfully boring here.
Jason, frowning: You know I can't. They think I am dead, and I can't risk my plan, especially now, when Red Hood is gaining-
Damian: We will pretend you are a hallucination.
Jason: ...What?
Damian: So, there is a plan...
So, a few days after this call, Jason arrives at the Wayne Manor. He still thinks his brother's plan sucks, but gaslighting is one of his many talents, so surely, they will figure something out. He can lie his way through this meeting.
Expect, he doesn't even need to lie. His family is actually insane.
Bruce, bumping in Jason:
Jason, staring back: Uh-
Bruce: Wow. You look so grown-up. And we look so alike. Nice one, brain.
Jason: ?..
Tim, leaving his room: Hi, B, hi- Oh, damn. Hi, Jaybin. Nice leather jacket.
Bruce: Right? I guess his ghost just grows up with us now.
Jason: ????
Alfred, nodding along, out of nowhere: Master Dick will hate it. He looks taller now.
All of them: (peacefully leave the room)
Jason: What. The. Fuck.
Jason waits for the moment of clarity to happen as he chats with Damian in the kitchen, but... nothing changes. They really, really think he is a hallucination. So... he starts hanging out around more. Both because Damian is getting angsty, and because it is kinda... amusing.
Tim, stuck on the same case for a few nights, non-stop: Oh, it is really just me and you in this, Jason.
Jason, playing Mario Cart on the table by his side: Maybe take a nap, dude.
Tim: No, I need to figure out this case with-
Jason, rolling his eyes: Red Hood had already dealt with it. Go to sleep.
Tim: ...You are such a good self-care kind of hallucination.
Jason: ...
Damian: Your bets, when will they realise that you are a real person?
Jason: At this point, I am not sure that they will, even if I start screaming that I am real.
Damian: Fair. I bet a year would do.
Jason: ...A year and a half.
Dick visits the Manor. He cooes at Jason, muttering something about "of course, he would have grown up in a punk," and Jason almost breaks his role to hit him on the head.
Jason, arms folded on his chest: You know, you need serious help, dad.
Bruce, blinking at him slowly: Probably. You know what else I need?
Jason: Sleep? Retirement? To stop adopting strays? The list is endless, man.
Bruce: ...Coffee. I need more coffee.
Jason, groaning: What the fuck!!!
Alfred figures out that Jason is real, eventually. Solely because he catches him sneaking a few extra cookies, and hallucinations are not supposed to eat. He plays along with him and Damian until the very end, anyway.
(Damian ends up winning the bet because Jason loses it once and pushes Bruce down the stairs, when he starts reciting some precautionary tale about him. Everyone is flabbergasted.)
#jason todd#red hood#dcu comics#dc universe#dcu#batman#bruce wayne#batfamily#batfam#dick grayson#tim drake#damian wayne#alfred pennyworth
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I couldnât manage to draw something ÂŤÂ good , and suddenly got hit with an idea.
Started to think about how Ivo seems to express himself a lot through touch or is often stimming in different ways (like the quill thing asdzfssf đ). He is definitely a very tactile person towards people !! (Maybe not the other way around ajdjdjdz, Stone def one of the rare person who managed to at some point)
And so, i thought ÂŤÂ what if he started not being able to do without the softness of Stoneâs hands or the feeling of his lips against his skin ? 
LIKE, he would be so obssessed because he experimented something he never knew before. It is warm, soothing and it tickles his brain đŁď¸
He would always look for holding his hands, sense them, play with them; everythiiiing
It became a need đĽš
So yea, my own fluffy headcanonđިđĽđ
#artists on tumblr#art#sonic movie 3#sonic#sonic movie#sonic fanart#agent stone#stobotnik#dr robotnik#doctor robotnik#ivo robotnik#stobotnik fanart#agent stone fanart#dr robotnik fanart#marshellesart
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you should be here.
you really shouldnât be here.
but you were a good friend, maybe too good a friend one would argue, and one of your girls heard about this underground gig (boxing, fighting?) going on and roped you into going.
and knowing you, this was way out of your comfort range. she was shocked you agreed to it, but you were tired of being perceived as the sheltered on and decided to bite the bullet and tag along.
but now you realize that you shouldâve just stayed home and rewatched some stupid show.
because this place was giving you all sorts of signals to just get out.
it was in what seemed like a dingy warehouse that could only be accessed through some sketchy alley. you truly have no idea how she found this place and your betting that it wasnât some ad she told you she saw on someoneâs story.
the vast room was barely lit, with only a few lights flickering as they struggled to stay on. you felt like youâd catch an undiscovered disease if you sat anywhere and opted to stand, but that was another issue.
despite how destitute this place seemed to be, it was packed.
there were so many people standing near the ring, everybody yelling praises or shouts of anger as somebody took a punch. you could hear skin hitting skin, could hear the breaking of tissues and bones even from where you were.
your friend dragged you by the arm, seeming as if there was no worry about this place, and it was too late to go back even though the alarms in your head were going off.
fuck, you start thinking, what is this place? what if you bump into someone weird? what if the cops come? what if the location gets leaked? what would happen to you two? what ifâŚ.
your mind trails off as your friend wiggles her way through an empty spot, bringing the two of you closer to the ring.
you look at the fighters, mouth going dry at the sight.
one of the fighters, the one facing you, seemed bloodied to no return. his eye was black and weeks shut, nose dripping with blood. his face was salted with bruises, his body sagging as the other fighter, the one with his back to you, took another fighting stance.
âheâs who i wanted to see,â bri mutters excitedly, pointing her finger to the fighter with white hair, ���iâve heard heâs really good,â
you nod slowly, looking around in a skittish way. you knew you shouldâve said no, but you really cleave no choice but to support her and her dangerous side quests.
he plants another fist to the injured oneâs face, making him stumble back as the white haired fighter angles his body sideways, letting you two get a look at his side profile.
he seemed fine, a little bruising on the cheek but nowhere near the damage of the other guy. he must be as good as bri says you guess.
the people around you hoot and holler, pushing you further into on of the poles as you wince in discomfort, your face twisting in pain a little as some of the men behind you push forward with no concept of personal space.
you look over at bri but sheâs just as engaged, shouting for the white haired guy to continue beating the other man up in ways that could only be described as primal and very, very illegal.
itâs only a few more minutes before the match is ended and the two fighters are pulled away from each other, the battered one looking like he was one punch away from becoming limp.
the yells around you grow louder and louder, the sound rattling around in your head. you wince, trying to smile for bri as she jumps up and down. you know this is only the beginning of the night and canât afford to bring the energy down.
the white haired one turns around, raising his hands as he asks for the noise to grow louder, a smile on his face as his bandaged hands curl into fists, one pumped victoriously in the air.
but thatâs not what takes you by surprise.
your eyes widen in shock when you see his face, mouth dropping almost comically when you realize this isnât a random street fighter,
but the nerdy boy who sits next to you in your neuroanatomy class.
and judging by the way gojo looks around until he sees you, the proud smile on his face faltering for a second before his eyes cloud with utter confusion,
he wasnât expecting to see you here either.
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A Bird's Wings - Part 30
masterpost this is a first draft, please no editing or concrit <3
Dannyâs first thought when he woke up in the morning was how rested he was.
It was almost shocking.
Heâd been so exhausted for for the past few weeks that to feel rested was a relief that almost made him cry.
Dannyâs second thought was about his wings, which he still seemed to have. That was a pretty quick revelation caused by the fact that he was asleep on his stomach. The wings pulled at the sheets as he stretched lazily. At least they hurt less than yesterday at least. He was careful as he sat up, a cumbersome affair with the wings. It basically resulted in Danny getting his legs off the side of the large bed and simply standing up backwards, but at least it did result in him standing.
Grateful for Alfredâs thoroughness, Danny brushed his teeth before taking an awkward shower. He kept to the shower wand only and tried to keep as much water off his wings as possible. Despite the care, he still felt (and looked) like a rain ruffled bird after he had dressed in the modified sweater and a pair of his normal pants. He did what he could to at least tame his hair, swallowed his morning medication, and left the sanctuary of his borrowed room.
âMaster Danny, impeccable timing,â Alfred said when Danny came across him in what Danny thought was the foyer. âBreakfast will be served in half an hour in the kitchen. Would you like some coffee or tea to start your day?â
âCoffee would be great, if itâs not any trouble,â Danny said with a bashful smile. He still wasnât quite sure how to handle Alfredâs uncanny ability to show up and offer his service.
âA standard request of coffee is hardly trouble,â Alfred said in such a way that Danny felt bad for trying to be polite.
He didnât think that his Midwest manners were going to get him very far in this house. Manor.
Still trying to puzzle out how his life got him into things like this, Danny followed Alfred to the kitchen. Bruce was already there, looking still half a sleep as he sipped on his own mug of coffee. For the moment, the table was children free.
âCream or sugar?â Alfred ask as he headed towards the counter.
âCream please,â Danny said. He turned to Bruce and gave a little smile. âMorning, Bruce.â
âGood morning, Danny,â Bruce said, his voice a low, sleepy rumble. (Danny did his best to fight the blush that the tone caused.) âWould you like some help drying off your wings?â
So much for not blushing. âAh, yeah. That would be really nice. I tried to do what I could, butâŚâ
Bruce chuckled softly. âCompletely understandable. Itâs a very awkward angle to try and manage.â He set down his mug and stood. âFortunately for you, Damian is quite the animal buff and I was sent some very extensive articles on caring for wings.â
âOh gods,â Danny said. The words were muffled by the way he buried his burning face into his hands.
âDamian simply wants the best for you,â Bruce pointed out.
âSure, but still,â Danny said. He rubbed at his face as he let himself lean his head back and stare up at the ceiling for a moment, âIâm not a pet.â
Danny saw Bruce come over out the corner of his eye, towel in hand, and rolled his head a little to glance at him. He thought it was progress that he didnât flinch when Bruce reached out, clearly telegraphing his motion, to run a hand over Dannyâs wing.
âNo one thinks that youâre a pet, Danny,â Bruce said with so much sincerity in his eyes that Danny had to look away. âKnowing how to take care of your wings is the same as making sure that Damian has easy access to vegetarian meals or that the computers at the manor have a dyslexic friendly font installed for Dick or that Barbara can easily get around in her wheelchair. Your wings, even if only sometimes, are part of you. And for better or worse, my family and I seem rather intent to see you well.â
Danny rubbed at the back of his neck as he glanced back at Bruce. âPart of it may be that Iâm not exactly used to that sort of attention. I mean, Lucius tries to make me take care of myself, as well as some coworkers, but in Gotham that sort of feels more like new rogue prevention,â Danny joked.
Luckily Bruce chuckled at that. âI am sorry that weâre so overwhelming.â
âNo, donât be. Itâs⌠excuse the bird analogy, but itâs just a very full nest, isnât it? It feels cozy. Itâs just something different to try and wrap my head around,â Danny explained. âAnd I wonât pretend that I donât still have issues, as much as itâs something that Iâve worked really hard on personally and in therapy, dying at fourteen leaves a person with some issues.â
Not to mention being a super hero, staying half dead, dying a second time, and all of the other things that went on during his high school years.
âYes, I would imagine so,â Bruce said after a pause. His voice was soft and sad.
âBruceââ
âSorry,â Bruce said. âWhen Jason was fifteen, we thought he had died. He ended up out of reach and with extensive brain trauma and memory loss. I know how much it effected him. Iâm sorry you had to go through something at that age also.â
Danny squeezed one of Bruceâs hands where it was clasped tightly around a towel. âHeâs here now. Heâs alive and he seems happy. He has a boyfriend and everything. Iâm not saying it doesnât still pull at him, but it hasnât dragged him to the bottom. At least not anymore.â
Bruce smile was a somber, soft thing. âThank you. And youâre here too.â
Danny blinked at that. Bruce wasnât wrong. He didnât know almost any of the story, but he wasnât wrong. Wings and all, Danny was still alive. He smiled softly back. âYeah, I am.â
#I might be flirting with a breakdown#but we're going to ignore that and write#dp x dc#danny/bruce#birdritch
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Knowing You
Azriel was intimidating, scaryâa menacing presence in almost every setting. But not to you. Never to you.
Tattoo Artist!Azriel x Elementary School Teacher!Reader (1k words, modern au)
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âWhyâs your boyfriend allâŚpissed off?âÂ
âHuh?â You spun your head around, finding Azriel towering over everyone else in the room, a scowl seemingly permanent on his face. His eyes narrowed from time to time, taking in the crowd and its unwillingness to calm. He remained plastered to the back wall.Â
âOh,â you laughed, turning back to your friend with your fingertips drumming against your jaw. âHeâs not pissed. Thatâs just his face.âÂ
Your friendâs brows jumped up to her hairline. âHe always looks like that?âÂ
âHe doesnât look that angry.â
âAbsolutely no one is approaching him. This is a party. He looks about ready to pummel that tiny guy next to him.âÂ
âHeâs just a little intimidating,â you reasoned. âAndâhey, look!â you pointed over your shoulder. âHe smiled a little, see?âÂ
She scoffed, sipping her beer. âI donât get it. Youâre all⌠well, you. And heâs all dark and mysterious andâhonestly kinda scary.âÂ
You chewed on your bottom lip and turned further to inspect the man you had been in a relationship with for the better half a year. Was he scary? You certainly didnât think so. Maybe a little at first. Maybe when you walked into that tattoo shop with your friend and his dark gaze almost burned a hole in your head. But not now. Never now.Â
âYou donât really get him, thatâs all.â
âAnd you do? Heâs got a whole thing going on that you shouldnât be tied up in,â your friend urged, but this was hardly the time for long, important conversations. You were tipsy and the music was too loud and, to be honest, youâd heard it all before already. Nothing was going to change your mind about Azriel.Â
âAre you even listening, y/n? Youâre polar opposites. And you said that he smiles but I have still yet to see one sinceâoh.âÂ
Azriel spotted you thenâhis goal from the moment he walked into this overly crowded house. He hadnât been pissed. Heâd been looking for you.Â
And it was clear that he spotted you, because the second he did a wide grin split up his perfect face. It simmered a bit when he realized your friend was observing the scene, but a quirk of his mouth still remained. He started his path to you then, weaving in and out of the inebriated crowd.Â
He touched you the moment he could, his hand meeting the small of your back as you sat on the creaky kitchen stool. His lips pressed against your temple and a murmured greeting was lost in your hair. He was lost in the bubble he created each time he had you in his grasp, your bright eyes and adoring smile rendering him unmoveable, but then your friend subtly cleared her throat and Azriel looked away.Â
âHello, Amber,â Azriel greeted, keeping your body slotted into the crook of his arm. âHaving fun?âÂ
She blinked at him. He really was intimidating, especially up close. Even with the heightened bar stools, he was a good head over where the two of you sat.Â
âUm, yes, thank you.âÂ
âAnd the summer break?â he questioned. He had started to rub circles into your spine.Â
Amber stuttered again, thoughts lost in her head before replying, âIt was good. Iâm sorryâhow do you know my name?âÂ
âY/nâs mentioned you. Iâve seen your Instagram, too. Connected the dots.âÂ
âRight,â Amber nodded, her eyes trailing down the vast array of tattoos that wound up from the neck of Azrielâs shirt.Â
Azriel then looked back down to you. His voice was low, almost too low for the pounding music, but he made up for that by pressing up closer to you. âAre you ready to go, sweetheart?âÂ
You giggled at the feel of his breath at your ear, pushing him away slightly in a haze. He only shook his head and smiled at the space youâd created.Â
âTrying to flirt with me in public? Azriel, you are scandalous.âÂ
He only breathed out a laugh, gaze bouncing between your glossy eyes. Once you stopped giggling enough to meet his stare, his expression softened. âYou told me to pick you up at eleven. You have a lesson plan, pretty girl.â
You gasped, slapping a hand against Azriel's chest that didnât even have him flinching. You whipped your head over to Amberâwho was staring at the two of you in confused amusement âand hurriedly offered, âI have to go! Third grade!âÂ
In his efforts to capture your attention, Azriel had woven both of his arms around you to meet at your lower back, a hold that you now shot out of. You wobbled as you pressed out of the stool and grabbed Azrielâs leather sleeve. An unnecessary gesture; anyone at this party could see that the man would follow you anywhere.Â
âI didnât prep the multiplication tables,â you rambled, words slurring together.Â
âYou did. I helped you with the formatting on the iPad.âÂ
âI let you touch my iPad?â you gasped.Â
âNo, sweetheart. It was mine.âÂ
âYour work one?âÂ
Azriel only continued to guide you out of the party, you none the wiser to the dirty looks he was shooting everyone too drunk to get out of the way.Â
âLetâs get back to your apartment, okay? Then we can deal with the iPad.âÂ
You giggled, springing off the threshold to the front door and giving Azriel a heart attack. âOkay!âÂ
#azriel x reader#azriel x you#azriel x female!reader#azriel shadowsinger#azriel spymaster#azriel acotar#azriel fanfic#azriel x y/n#acotar#acotar fanfiction#modern au
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Mdni manđđđ it gets filthy I fear.
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Thinking abt Xavier and Caleb both spotting you across the street, calling out your name at the same time. They shoot each other a glare, wondering who the fuck this random guy is talking to you. You look over and wave, but point at your phone, and in a different direction, indicating you have plans and can't talk to either before getting lost in the crowd.
Cut to Xavier and Caleb in a coffee shop sitting across from each other, glaring daggers.
"Name?"
"Xavier, you?"
"Caleb. How do you know her?"
"Through work, you?"
"Childhood friends." Which causes Xavier to huff.
They drink their coffee in silence before Xavier says he has to leave for "important work matters" which gives Caleb the perfect opportunity to stalk Xavier. He... becomes obsessed. Following Xavier everywhere, finding out he lives in the apartment right above yours, discovering that Xavier is the beloved Lumiere, watching him frantically look for and destroy protocores. He's even sort of endeared by how much Xavier sleeps and how tired he is all the time. What's so fascinating abt this guy that has you attached at the hip when you aren't with Caleb?
Both you and Xavier really need to get some curtains or blinds for your apartments, bc Caleb will sit on the roof of the adjacent building, watching both of you fuck like wild animals. Jealousy's ugly head rearing his mind at the thought of smb else watching you guys. Watch as Xavier's cock plows deep into you, your bodies glistening with sweat. Fuck... what he would give to be there with you both, fucking you and making Xavier watch... fucking Xavier as Xavier fucks you- wait.
And it's with his cock heavy in his hand, pre-cum drooling from the tip that Caleb realizes he wants you and Xavier. The thought of smb else watching you both, talking to you both, fucking you both... he can't stand it.
He starts joining in on your hangouts with Xavier, even trying to hang out with Xavier one on one. Xavier's a bit suspicious at first, especially considering his first meeting with Caleb, but he eventually warms up to him. Caleb notices how jealous and possessive Xavier is over you, and he can't help but want that for himself as well. Fuck... the thought of fucking the jealousy out of Xavier, reassuring him that he doesn't want anyone except for you and him. Caleb has to excuse himself to the bathroom to rub one out before he actually loses his mind.
It took some time, but Caleb did it. He won Xavier over, and he felt like a fucking God, being brought back to Xavier's apartment one night, making the pretty boy kneel for him. Xavier looking up with wide, blue eyes. Fuck, Caleb kinda wants to fuck his mouth, so that's exactly what he does.
Xavier gags on his dick so beautifully. Caleb wanted to remember this moment forever, so ofc he had to pull his phone out to record and take pictures. Slapping his spit soaked cock on Xavier's face as the man gasped for air, calling him a good boy.
"Yeah, you like choking on this fat cock? Come on baby, why don't you choke on my cum too?" And that's exactly what Xavier does. Caleb buries himself to the hilt, spilling down Xavier's throat, growling as he feels Xavier's throat constrict, gagging on his cum.
Fucking Xavier felt even better than he imagined. Xavier was so fucking tight, Caleb actually thought he was gonna suffocate.
"Poor boy's all cock drunk? Yeah? Come on, fuck yourself on this cock, ik you want it, greedy fucking boy. Ooh, fuck don't tighten up like that, fuck."
And that's how it goes. Caleb just talking Xavier through it, Xavier a whining, drooling mess, which he gets called out on. "Dumb boy's drooling? Hm? Close that pretty mouth baby, stay quiet. Should save all that spit for this cock, right?"
So Xavier's stuck biting his lip, trying to swallow back the whimpers. Who knew Caleb would be so fucking rough??? Xavier literally feels like he's on cloud nine, mind only focused on the thick cock plowing deep into him, hitting his prostate spot on with each thrust. They go all night, Caleb finally sated once the sun comes up, and they both end up passing out on Xavier's giant beanbag chair, covered by a small throw blanket.
That's how you find them when you visit Xavier'a apartment to check on him after you hadn't gotten a good morning message. Xavier wrapped in Caleb's arms, covered in hickeys and bite marks, sleeping peacefully. Your utterly confused bc when did this even come about??? But who cares, at least you won't have to pick between them now. Makes your life so much easier
Bonus-
Xavier getting really jealous bc smb tried flirting with you and Caleb, so you guys take him back to your place and show him that he's the only one you both want. You riding Xavier slowly, making him suck on your thumb as Caleb fucks him slow and deep, really making him feel it.
"This cock is all yours baby. Nobody else but you can have it. Gonna fill you to the brim. Mark you as mine. You want that, my good boy? To be claimed?"
Caleb's mouth is so fucking filthy, making your hips twitch, cumming on Xavier's cock. Caleb just hugs your back to his chest, muttering at you to keep riding Xavier.
"This night's all about our pretty boy. Don't be selfish and stop just bc you got all desperate and came. Ride his cock, baby. Yeah, just like that."
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Yeah.... Idk what this is man. I'm just really fucking horny rn chat, I'm sorryđđđ
#love and deepspace#love & deepspace#lnds#lads#l&ds#love and deepspace caleb#lnds caleb#lads caleb#caleb smut#caleb x reader#xavier lnds#xavier lads#xavier l&ds#xavier smut#xavier x reader#lads reader#lnds smut#love & deepsace x reader#love and deepspace smut#marshall cant write#caleb x Xavier
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Over Excited
Pairing: Sub Puppy Hybrid Boyfriend x Dom Fem Reader
Warnings: Vaginal Sex, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms In A Small Amount Of Time, Creampie, Talks Of Oral
You had always known that getting over-excited was a trait of your boyfriend, Jasper. He is a puppy hybrid, so it is practically part of his nature. What you had not planned on, however, was him always getting over-excited when it came to sex.
He loves you, and he loves fucking you, so much so that he canât stop his desperate thrusting and cums with only a few thrusts. Jasper would always get embarrassed, and you would always assure him it was okay.Â
âI adore that you love me so much that I make you cum so easily, puppy,â and âItâs okay, puppy, you already made me cum so many times with your tongueâ were frequent phrases between the both of you. It would make him feel better, but you both know that all he wants to do is make you cum on his cock.
Today, you were going to try something a little different with Jasper. He had already licked you to completion twice, something he would spend hours doing if you would let him, and now you had him sitting on the couch as you hovered above his drooling tip.
âAlright, baby. Iâm going to ride your cock, but we are going to try something new this timeâ, you begin explaining. He looks at you with desperation, already pawing at your hips and trying to get you to sink onto his throbbing shaft. You stroke your hands along his fur-covered chest, trying to soothe him as you continue, âIâm going to ride you, baby, but Iâm not stopping when you cum. Iâm going to keep fucking myself on your cock until I cum on itâ.
He nods enthusiastically, hips attempting to thrust upwards, needing to feel your pussy wrapped around him. You roll your eyes playfully, knowing he would probably agree to anything if it meant that he would get inside you faster. âIf you really need me to stop, you say our safe word. Understand?â you ask and stop all movement until he agrees. Leaning forward, you kiss him, only separating to release a moan as you finally lower yourself on his dick.Â
âSo good. So go-good!â he says, hands shifting to play with your chest as you bounce up and down. Moans flow freely from you both, but Jasparâs moans quickly increase in frequency as his hips start bucking against you. You feel the familiar warmth of his cum filling you as he buries his face in your neck and chest.
This usually is when you would lift yourself off, and he would lick you clean, making you cum on his tongue again. Instead, you wrap your hands around the back of the couch to keep yourself steady as you increase your thrusts.
âFu-fuck. Itâs too mu-muchâ, he whimpers out. You donât stop; his cock is still hard, and you can feel him twitching inside your wet walls. You moan as he whimpers again, loving the sound of his desperation.Â
âYou are doing so good, baby. Thatâs it. Taking it like a good boy for meâ, you praise. Your words seem to be his undoing as he once again fills your pussy with his cum. His cum is pushed from your pussy on each thrust, his balls becoming completely covered in his own release.Â
Tears gather in his eyes as your thrusts never slow, nearing your own release. His hands dig into the couch as whines fall from his lips, the overstimulation rising even higher. âI canât anymore. I-Itâs too⌠too much. Fuck. Too sen-sensitiveâ. You take his face in your hands, shifting your hips so each thrust drives his pointed cock straight into your G-spot.Â
âI know itâs a lot puppy. But you can take it, right? You can be my good puppy and make me cum on your cock. I think you can handle a little more, baby. Iâm so close. So fucking close, pupâ, you say, wanting to cum on his cock so badly. You are right on the edge, body thrumming with pleasure.Â
Jasper nods his head, and you smile, placing a gentle kiss on his lips, loving the softness as your hips continue to slam down harshly. His arms wrap around your body as he buries his face in your neck, whimpers being released in the sensitive skin as he bucks his hips up. You cry out his name as he bites down on the sensitive flesh, cunt gripping his cock like a vice as you cum hard. âFu-fuck puppy. Iâm cumming. Donât stop. Fuccckkk, please donât stopâ, you cry out.
He bucks harder beneath you, his oversensitive cock shooting rope after rope of cum once again. Tears spill freely from his eyes as he moans out, âToo much. ToâŚtoo good. You fee⌠mmmm⌠feel too good. Iâm cumming ag-again!â.Â
Both sit in each otherâs embrace as you calm down from your highs, the only sound being heavy breathing.
You finally lift off him, both of you hissing slightly at the feeling, him from even more overstimulation and you from the now empty feeling. You give a light chuckle as you see his softening cock twitch, following his gaze and seeing his eyes now transfixed on his cum gushing from your cunt.
You move on slightly shaky legs, ready to get washcloths to clean you both up. But before you can take a step, he wraps his arms around your waist and brings you down onto the couch. He quickly arranges you both, so you are lying on the sofa with his head buried in your chest.Â
âJasper, I need to get us cleaned up. You were such a good pup for me. Itâs time for me to take care of you now.â He only holds you tighter, his eyes already closed, as he says, âCuddles and nap now. Clean up later.â
You smile fondly, feeling a wave of warmth wash over you as the thought of relaxation takes hold. The idea of sinking into Jasperâs chest for a peaceful nap feels irresistible at this moment. You decide to embrace the comfort and love that awaits you, allowing yourself to drift away into a world of blissful rest.
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Dad!Sukuna who allows himself to get bossed around by his own kid.
Sukuna Ryomen was known to be notorious and merciless in the business world. He was feared by all âhis employees and business rivals alikeâ but no one ever thought the big bad Sukuna Ryomen would get bossed around by a literal toddler.
The heavy sounds of his footsteps as he enters the building make everyone shiver in their seats. Employees breathing heavily and hair standing waiting for their boss to grace them with his scary presence.
Click
Click
Click
As the doors open, expecting the rough voice of Sukuna they were greeted by
"Good morning," the voice was so tiny and soft that it made everyone whipp their heads towards their boss. Eyes widen to find a toddler sitting on top of Sukuna's shoulders, her clothes similar to her father's crip suit.
Waving her small hand in the air while Sukuna turns towards his office. No one dared to mention the vast array of decorative hair clips littering Sukuna's pink hair.
The employee takes a deep breath before knocking on Sukuna's door, hands slightly shaking while holding on to the file of the week's report that Sukuna was asking for.
"Come in," Sukuna answers. The employee enters his office to see Sukuna sitting on his usual chair doing his work while having his daughter also working on her work (she was colouring her colorbook).
"Sir, this is the report you've been asking for," the employee said, placing it on the side of his desk. "Just leave it there and go," Sukuna says, not even glancing up from his laptop, but his daughter did. She gave the employee one of her wide-eyed smiles and a cute wave of her hand, which the employee certainly reciprocated.
"Papa, pop," Sukuna's daughter said while repeatedly hitting her father with her palm. The employee's eyes slightly widen, expecting Sukuna's short temper to get the best of him but instead their boss just opens one of his drawer and pulls out a strawberry lollipop. "Nuh uh! Grape, papa!" Sukuna silently looks into the drawer and picks up a grape lollipop for his kid.
"Open, please," Her small voice says and once again without a single peep Sukuna opens the lollipop and hands it to his daughter that happily sucked on the sweet treat. What made the employee really have their eyes widen was how Sukuna tenderly places a soft kiss on his kid's forehead.
"What the fuck are you still here for?" Sukuna asks, finally glancing at the wide-eyed employee. Before the employee answers over her stutter Sukuna's daughter was quick to hut her father again with her tiny palm. "Bad word, papa! Not nice!" His daughter said, eyebrows knitted together and a pout decorating her face. "Say sorry!" She said, pointing at the shaking employee.
The employee starting to think she might get fired didn't expect for Sukuna to actually apologize. "I'm sorry," Sukuna says. "It's okay sir, it's nothing," the employee just gave off an awkward smile before rushing out the door. This time, the whole office was murmuring about the recent encounter of Sukuna with his daughter. And how the only one could tame the wild beast named Sukuna Ryomen was his own daughter who had his face.
The whole office was busy working on their own jobs until the little toddler with red eyes and bright pink hair walks in, holding her grape lollipop in hand.
"Hi, baby, where you going?" One of the female employees asks, deciding to entertain the girl who seemed invested in the work of everyone else.
"Papa get food for me. I get nuggets!" The little girl squealed happily. One by one the employees start turning their attention to Sukuna's cute daughter instead of their work.
"Oi, what are you doing there?" The loud voice of Sukuna Ryomen echoed through the walls of the office and had everyone freeze in their place. "Told you to stay in the office," Sukuna took no notice at the employees who had gathered around his daughter.
"Papa slow! Hungry!" The cute pink haired toddler walked towards her father and raised her hands up. "Carry, papa!" The toddler demanded, employees staring with wide eyes as the two interact.
Sukuna sighs and leans down to pick up his daughter, not both his arms were occupied. One with a box of chicken nuggets and one with his daughter who was fixing the decorative clips on his hair.
The two silently walked back to Sukuna's office leaving the employees who were watching speechless.
As the day came to an end, everyone was just hoping that the little cute baby Sukuna brought with him today would come again tomorrow so they would continue having a soft and silent Sukuna instead of the explosive angry boss they have.
The soft click of heels echo in the office, some turned to see a beautiful lady dressed in a sundress. "He's in his office, ma'am," Sukuna's secretary says to which you thanked and smiled. Eyes followed your every move as you walk into Sukuna's office.
Moments later, the three of you walked out the office. Ryomen carrying his daughter's bag on his shoulder and yours in his hand, following you and your daughter like an obedient puppy.
"Mama, papa bought me nuggets!" Your daughter says happily. The happiness in her voice made your smile warmly and kiss her cheek. "Papa was behaved today wasn't he?" You asked and your daughter nodded.
"Say bye-bye to papa's friends," you say and turn your daughter to look at the room filled with employees. "Bye bye!" Your daughter says waving her hand and everyone else waved back at her.
"Ryo, say bye," you ordered your husband with a sweet smile. Your husband sighs and waves goodbye to his employees before following you and your daughter out the door.
Turns out while Sukuna Ryomen ordered people around in the business world while injecting fear into their veins his own wife and daughter bossed him around in true life.
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SUBLIMATE THE PAIN | SEVIKA X READER | ARCANE
Synopsis: Sevika helps you to explore yourself and subside the pain and the shame of self pleasure.
Contains: comfort, soft!sevika, unexperienced!reader, wlw, first sexual experiences, soft talk, masturbation, fingering.
A pretty personal fic, tbh, but Sevika as a character seems to be patient and loving when it comes to sex and I'm here to write about it. Enjoy!
Sevika had promised you patience and comfort, a woman with her vast sexual experience knew the unpleasant and uncomfortable details of love. She knew the burning and the pain, the disgust, the sorrow, the shame and the numbness, and for that reason she had promised to accompany you in the process with as much patience as necessary.
She kissed you again on the neck, a mirror stood before you sitting on the bed, Sevika's vast hand ran over your breasts and her grey eyes looked at you through the reflection, inviting you to stop ignoring the signs of your body. Her breasts brushed your back, her mechanical hand gently parted your legs and revealed the juiciness and softness of your core.
"How do you pretend to touch her without knowing her?" The woman asked. "You ignore many things, babe."
Your cheeks burned with embarrassment since you had your first kiss of the evening, but you promised not to let shyness win you over this time. It was the third night and the third time you tried, the last two having ended with a sudden lock-in in the bathroom or tears of shame and frustration running down your cheeks.
"I can't. I swear I can't." You cried as Sevika kissed your wet cheeks.
"Of course you can, don't be like that with yourself."
You considered that Sevika could be your mentor in this unknown field for you, the guide that would allow you to understand sex as something more than a mere routine or necessary act. "To begin with, doll, we don't intend to have a child with this. Not even if we wanted to. Second, I've seen as many pussies in my life as I've smoked cigarettes and yours is undoubtedly beautiful."
You laughed to hide your shame, but Sevika meant it. She was decades ahead of you in sexual experiences, she knew the female anatomy in depth, taking the time to explore herself first. Sevika knew that no one could teach her how to have an orgasm, and she fondly remembers the first times she tried self pleasure in the silence of her room, picturing that pretty girl at the market who used to sell her peaches at a good price. It was another Zaun, more precarious, less saturated with pornography and violence, and certainly her brain needed little to start imagining. And the softness of the girl's breasts under her blouse, her long neck and olive eyes were more than enough to awaken that visceral desire in her.
She dedicated her first orgasm to that girl and her peach scent. It was in a way tender, but the starting point of an endless journey through the unexplored region of sexuality. She soon discovered that inserting a finger was pleasant, that if she moved it in a certain way, it was even more so. She discovered that her breasts were sensitive if touched properly, that her entire skin was a map of erogenous zones and tickles, that rubbing her pussy against the pillow was delicious, and that after an orgasm she slept better. And soon, as soon as she was over five foot seven and learned to smoke without coughing, Sevika discovered that touching herself tasted better if someone she liked did it for her.
"Slow." Sevika whispered, placing a kiss on your shoulder. "Look at yourself. What do you see?"
"My pussy." You whispered, barely giving your reflection time to look back at you.
"You say it like it's a bad thing."
"It's not bad it'sâŚ"
"Strange?"
"I don't usually look at my pussy, Sev." You groaned.
"You should, it's pretty." Sevika laughed, caressing your waist with her metal fingers. "Think of all the men who have been staring at their cocks for as long as they've been conscious of them hanging between their legs, do you think they feel ashamed?"
You hesitated. "No?"
"There are two things a man always believes to be true." Sevika said, her tone lighter. "That they have the fattest cock on the block and that they can duel a bear without weapons, and win."
You laughed, your legs shaking slightly. Sevika smiled back. "If only you had the confidence they have in themselves, doll. It would be all so different."
Your expression sobered, this time giving the gap between your legs a longer look, that much neglected organ that deserved just a little more recognition in your life and in the lives of many other women.
"Look at the labia majora, the shape of it, the length of itâŚ" Sevika whispered. "It frames the labia minora, the ones closest to the entrance."
You'd seen them in some anatomy book at the library, but recognizing them on yourself was quite different.
"I should have shaved more." You groaned in frustration.
Sevika snorted. "Are you saying that because of you or me? Cause lemme tell you, a hairy pussy doesn't grosses me out. On the contrary."
"But it does to me."
"Mine repels you?" Sevika inquired, leaving you speechless for a moment.
"NoâŚ" you whispered. "Yours⌠it's yours."
"I see. Now think the same about yours, sweetie." Sevika said. "Yours is what it is and that's it. Don't you dare apologize for how your body looks. Do I apologize for not having an arm?"
And you fell silent once more. Sevika sighed, kissing your neck. âYou get my point.â
Sevika reveled in your body, in your flushed cheeks and focused eyes. She loved seeing you present. âYouâre already wet.â She whispered. âBut it can get wetter. Take two fingers.â
Sevika brought you index and middle fingers parted to the sides of your entrance, urging you to press. âMassage, slow.â She whispered, showing you the movement.
You obeyed, following the motion timidly at first, until you soon understood the purpose. That movement, however subtle, opened a pent-up dam that began to make you wetter and wetter. You moaned, feeling the urge to touch the rest but Sevika held your wrist. âStart from edges.â She said. âDonât rush it.â
It was one of your vices, quick, silent masturbation. With your legs closed, a hand on your mouth and your eyes closed tightly, as if you were committing a crime that you wanted to finish soon. They were fleeting moments of pleasure that later turned into disconnection with yourself.
But Sevika knew you deserved better than that.
With your index finger you traced circles on your labia majora, slowly while Sevika whispered in your ear, kissed it and bit your lobe, making you shudder subtly. It was a constant and gentle movement, with no other purpose than to explore yourself.
"Come closer to the center." Sevika whispered. "Apply pressure, rub a little."
Your eyelids fluttered at that tickling between your legs, the sticky and wet murmur of your folds that made Sevika moan softly and her breathing accelerate, her breasts pressing against your back. Your hips moved unconsciously, you looked at your hand through the mirror, delicately between your legs with the elegance of an erotic painting.
"You're so pretty." Sevika gasped. "Look how your cheeks blush."
"Yours too."
Sevika smiled. "It just turns me on like you can't imagine seeing you touching yourself."
Sevika was known to be an avid spectator. More than once she would abstain from participating and sit on the couch in the brothel with a cigarette between her teeth, asking her girl to give her a show. There was something about watching such an intimate ritual that stirred every nerve fiber in her. Watching them unfold before her, rubbing themselves the way they liked, moaning genuinely, shuddering, whimpering and sighing, being able to see how their own hand is able to take them on a roller coaster of sensations. That ritual held a power that Sevika was fascinated to behold, and tonight you were her apprentice and her muse.
Sevika squeezed your breast, playing with your hardened, sensitive nipple. She already wanted to taste them, but she had to be patient. The appetizer was your self-exploration, the dessert was her mouth between your legs.
"You know⌠when there's too much business to attend to." Sevika said, her grey eyes watching you. "I can't visit the girls, so I lay back on my bed with a cigarette between my lipsâŚ" she murmured. "And I squeeze my breasts. Over and over, I touch them⌠massage them⌠while thinking of old encounters, of sounds⌠smells. You know how I love smells."
"All of them." You whimpered.
"Yes⌠from the armpits to the neck, between a couple of breasts and a wet pussy." Sevika sucked in between her teeth. "All of them."
You remember how Sevika had taken to sniffing you the first time she had you. She inhaled the scent of your neck and the crook of your elbows, behind your knees and your armpits. It was a scent loaded with codes, codes that communicated intentions. The pheromones were the best card to attract the most finicky organ of the human body; the nose.
"Sev." You whimpered. "Can you�"
"That would be the shortcut, so no. I won't touch you yet."
You groaned, tilting your head back as Sevika placed a kiss on the top of your head. "Patience." Sevika drew your hand to the shy hood at the top of your pussy. "Pamper her, that's what it's for."
You traced circles around it, letting out a gasp. Sevika kept her hand on your wrist, indicating the methodical and steady pace, drawing sweet moans from you. "I'm wet just by looking at you." She whispered.
You bit your lip, the urge to grind harder and harder. An orgasm was building inside you, steady and certain, as Sevika kissed your neck and motioned for you to quicken your pace. "Ah, fuckâŚ"
"Moan better." Sevika said. "You can be as loud as you want here."
You whimpered, your hips seeking more contact as you moved and you rubbed against your hand. Sevika pressed her fingers against you, urging you on. "Keep going⌠don't rush." ââ
"Ah, Sev."
"You like it? It's better when you don' try to cum in two minutes."
You hurried your hand, but Sevika held you back. This wasn't a race and you were certainly getting ahead of yourself. "Old habits die hard."
Her metal hand held your legs apart, her other hand ascending to your chin to make you look at yourself in the mirror again. âWeâll try again, okay?â
This part was the one you liked the least. It wasnât just the pain, it was the accumulated frustration from past sessions with no results. Sevika told you it was all in your head, that you were just as deserving of this pleasure as others. But you still felt skeptical.
âMiddle finger.â She whispered, bringing it to your entrance. âJust press, darling. Soften your entrance.â
You pressed your lips together, obeying her command even though you preferred to rub. You eased the tip of your finger, gently moving it in circles. âIt already burns.â You whined.
âI know. We talked about sublimating pain, remember?â You nodded. âYour body is already relaxed, youâre wet. You need to focus on breathing.â
It seemed that when it came to penetration, your body locked up. It was an overwhelming burn, a wall of fire if you will, closing in around your fingers and keeping you from entering. Sevika had tried this in the past, drawing whimpers from you that would never stop causing her guilt. This time, however, it was about allowing yourself to do it.
"I don't like it, Sev."
"You don't like it because you're predisposed to suffer." she insisted. "I know you can, babygirl."
You looked at Sevika through the mirror, her grey eyes soothing you. "Breathe, deep. One⌠twoâŚ" you inhaled, your hand between your legs, the wall of fire present. "Three. ExhaleâŚ"
You dared to venture deeper, your walls coupling to your finger as the burn quickened your breathing. "Shh." Sevika kissed your neck. "Breathe again."
One⌠two⌠threeâŚ
Exhale.
âAhâŚâ you moaned, inserting the last bit of your finger and feeling the latent but less painful tension. âMhm.â
âGood girl, look at yourself.â
You opened your eyes, looking at yourself in the mirror. The palm of your hand rested against your clit, your finger inserted all the way in, like a new but unrejected intrusion. âSev.â
âI told you you could, you're taking it whole.â Sevika smiled. "Can you move it?"
You barely curled your finger, but you recognized the rugous wall inside you. "YesâŚ" you moaned.
"Breath for me." continued Sevika, gently taking your wrist as she motioned you to curl your fingers once more. "One... two..."
"Mhm, Sev." you moaned, your eyes closing. "Fuck."
"Does it hurt?"
"The pressure." you managed to explain.
"You're tensing, baby. Relax..." Sevika let out a pant, kissing the side of your neck. "You're doing so good."
You endured and took a deep breath, curling your finger against the inner wall Sevika talked you about. You felt a tickle, barely diminishing due to an increasingly timid pain.
And Sevika seemed pleased. "You did good, baby. Rest."
You pulled your finger back when the pressure forced it, only for Sevika to cup your chin in her fingers and pull you in for a long kiss. "Well done." She said between kisses. "Fuck, you looked so beautiful."
Sevika showered you in kisses, from your mouth to your navel, repeating how proud she was of you. "You've crossed the threshold, gorgeous. You just need to practice."
You smiled, feeling the hint of a happy cry build up in your throat. But Sevika cheered you up with another kiss. "We'll try again tomorrow. Sooner than later I'll have you cumming in my fingers over and over again."
You chuckled, watching Sevika kiss your inner thigh. "It's rude to look at the food without eating it, y'know?" you teased her.
"How rude of me." she purred, her kisses coming closer to your wet and now dilated pussy. "You better moan properly, doll."
"All you want."
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A Guiding Light
Pairing: Spencer Reid x gender neutral reader Summary: Worried about the new found method you discovered to help you fall asleep, Spencer takes it upon himself to make sure you're both safe and at peace Words: 1K Warnings: none
Sleep was something you had struggled with for a while. Whether it be to not moving around enough during the day to tire yourself out or sometimes nightmares plaguing your dreams, a good nightâs rest was rare and at this point you would do anything to have even one night of undisturbed rest.
Over the years you had experimented with some tricks to see if anything would help you feel less restless to fall asleep faster. Some of the suggestions you had followed had worked, but it wouldnât be long until youâd be tossing from side to side again.
The biggest help was when you started dating a sweet man named Spencer. Spencer was quick to learn about your unhealthy sleeping pattern and tried everything he could think of to try and let you rest. It wouldnât be long though until you would be asleep in his arms, his thumb brushing over your temple lightly as soft breaths came from your mouth.
Luxuries like this werenât a regular occurrence though. With Spencer working for The FBI he was constantly on the road and it pained both of you knowing that you had to be apart from one another for God knows how long. The first few nights apart from him were alright, Spencer had left one of his cardigans for you and the scent of him emanating from it helped find your way to dreamland soon. As the nights passed and Spencerâs scent from the garment started to dissipate, the tossing and turning returned and you were nearly in tears because of it.
âI finally found something to help me sleep and you took him away from me. Youâre cruel, world.â
The next few nights were once again filled with scouring the internet and reading suggestions from people about what they have done when theyâve had trouble sleeping and some posts caught your eye.
There were many people that expressed that opting to light candles at night instead of using an electric light helped them to relax more and in turn helped them fall asleep faster. This piqued your interest and you decided to give it a shot.
That night, you lit a couple of tea candles by your desk and got cozy under the covers as you decided to read a book before you snoozed for the night. It was a book of poetry Spencer had read to you the last few nights before he left for a case and as you were reading the lines, you couldnât help but hear Spencerâs voice in your head.
âOf my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,â Â
And it worked. Something about the cozy ambience and the sweet poetry made such a comfortable environment that you were out like a light. You continued with your routine until Spencer came home and upon hearing about what you had experimented with to fall asleep better, his eyes grew wide and multiple facts spewed from his mouth.
âWhen a candle burns for too long carbon may collect on the wick and the wick may become unstable, thus creating a potentially dangerous flame. A turbulent flame may also start to smoke and release soot, which can be harmful if inhaled. Additionally, if the candle is placed in a container, the heat can cause the container to crack or shatter, which can create a fire hazard or result in hot wax spilling out. Also, an unattended candle can be dangerous if it gets knocked over and could potentially cause harm to others as the candle can quickly start a fire if it falls onto a flammable surface. Then thereâs also the pollutants burning candles emit that are harmful if inhaled in large quantitiesâŚâ
As Spencer rambled on about the facts of how dangerous it was to leave a lit candle unattended, you wrapped your arms around him and pecked his cheek to stop him from talking for a minute.
âSpence, Iâm okay, really.â
âI know, but that doesnât mean I donât worry about you.â
âThen what do you suggest we do?â
Spencer always seemed to have an answer and this situation was something he was going to find an answer to no matter what.
The suggestion he came up with was quite simple but you were quick to try and stop him.
âAre you sure you donât want to sleep?â
âIâm alright, just try and relax, okay?â
The idea Spencer had in mind was that he would stay up until the candle was completely burnt while you got to sleep peacefully without having to worry about anything happening. Truth be told you didnât even think that anything could happen, they were little tea candles and your desk surface wasnât uneven in the slightest, so the chances of something bad happening were pretty low. But you were smarter than to argue with your genius boyfriend, at least when it came to safety procedures, so you cuddled up to his side while he kept an eye on the flames.
Spencerâs eyes glanced from one way to the other, monitoring the fire on one side for a moment and then turning his attention to you, his fingers rubbing over your head while they caressed the locks of your hair, a sigh parting from your lips when his digits moved and caressed your temple which always seemed to do the trick to help you to sleep.
Not long after, you were gripping onto Spencerâs shirt as you were resting peacefully and the wick of the candle gave in and the light vanished from the room, leaving you both in complete darkness. A slight burnt smell wafted through the room and Spencer cringed at the smell, he knew the odor would disappear soon enough and instead he finally got comfortable next to you and rested his nose against your head, the smell of your freshly washed hair helping to cover up the bad fragrance in the room and also helping him relax as well after a hell of a work week. He mightâve been the cure to help you fall asleep, but little did you know that you helped him out just as much, if not even more.
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Practice makes perfect
Agatha makes you build up your stamina until she actually lets you fuck her
Word count: 4.3k
Warnings: g!p reader, virgin!reader, sex, age gap, fleshlight, degradation, humiliation kink, Agatha is MEAN and reader very much gets off on it, premature ejaculation, masturbation, reader is a walking HR violation, cumming in pants
When Agatha Harkness finds out youâre a virgin, she actually laughs.Â
Youâre a junior in college interning at your dadâs multi-billion dollar company over the summer, a nepo-baby at its finest, and so what if you have the hots for the general counsel? So what if you get hard every single time she even looks in your direction?Â
You try to flirt with her, youâre as bold as you can be without her going straight to HR, and yet she barely even gives you the time of day. Deep down, you can tell she likes you though. She humors you and doesnât tell you to shut up whenever you start to talk, so that must mean something. The two of you have formed quite the relationship since the summer started, with you saying the filthiest things to her and her brushing them off as if they were casual anecdotes.Â
âIâd make you feel so good, Agatha,â you tell her one day. âIâll fill you up so nicely.â
It might be pushing the limits â itâs your third pathetic attempt this day at getting her to reciprocate, but sheâs used to it by now; it hardly even fazes her. Everyone in the office knows that their bossâs daughter has a cock, and they also know that their bossâs daughter has a filthy mouth, always saying something vulgar and sarcastic. No one takes anything that comes from your lips as serious. Youâve been called a spoiled, entitled, rich bitch, told that youâre heartless for not giving a damn about anything, expelled from three high schools for the explicit jokes that you make.
But your âjokesâ to Agatha are the only thing youâre serious about.Â
She scoffs and rolls her eyes; at twenty-five years your senior, she has had plenty of experience with girls that promise her the world and barely deliver on any said promises made. âIâm not some quick college lay that lets you rub my upper thigh and pretends that youâve found my clit, you know.âÂ
Itâs your turn to scowl. âWho do you think I am?â you ask and she fixes you with a pointed glare from behind her desk. âI know where the clit is.âÂ
âHow many women have you actually satisfied?â she asks and your cheeks heat up. You figured it would come up eventually, but now you donât actually want to answer. You duck your head and Agatha makes a noise, not exactly surprised, but almost disappointed. âYou think Iâm going to let a virgin fuck me? You probably wouldnât even last two seconds inside me.â
âHey, Iâd last longer than that,â you snap, your head shooting back up to look at her incredulously. You can feel a slight stirring in your lower stomach at the thought of blowing your load the instant she gets inside you and how she would most definitely mock you for it.Â
Agatha raises an eyebrow and chuckles cruelly. âHoney, please. Go back to your desk and get your work done. Iâm definitely not having sex with someone who canât finish reading over a simple contract.âÂ
âHa ha,â you deadpan, and she makes a face at you before you get up out of the chair in front of her desk you were lounging in. âMight have to go to the bathroom real quick and jerk one off though.âÂ
She crinkles her nose and waves her hand at you dismissively and you think that youâve just blown all your chances with her. Sheâs definitely not going to want to fuck you now. There is some speculation floating around about your lack of experience and thatâs why you overcompensate with the explicit things you say â libel you tell them, but deep down itâs accurate â and if Agatha, who has certainly had her fair share of partners, knows itâs real, then she for sure wonât waste her time with you.Â
So you go back to your desk and begrudgingly get all your work done, emailing Agatha your thoughts about the contracts when youâre all done. She sends back a Very good job, y/n and you hate to admit that it gets you hard. Youâd like nothing more than to go fuck yourself in the restroom but you stay at your cubicle until Agatha walks by so you can see her before she leaves for the day.Â
âIâll see you tomorrow?â you call after her as she breezes by your desk without saying a word. Itâs the last day of the third fiscal quarter today, and as a reward, tomorrow your dad is bringing his executive staff to your beach house in The Hamptons for a week. Because youâre part of the family, you get to attend, but none of the other interns do.Â
Itâs been this way since you were little, but only recently did you start to notice how attractive Agatha was. The way she takes absolutely no shit from anyone, even from your dad. The way she coolly holds her ground in the face of IRS audits, FBI raids, and anything else that got thrown at her. The way she raises an eyebrow at you when you say something stupid and it makes your cock hard in seconds. Everything about her drives you fucking wild.Â
Agatha lifts a hand up in response, not even bothering to look over her shoulder at you, and your pants tighten almost uncomfortably.Â
The second you get back to your apartment, you undo your belt and unzip your pants, reaching inside to take out your hard and leaking cock. Your hips thrust forward at the warmth from your hand and you gasp, the pleasure already dizzying. You think about Agatha on her knees in front of you, looking up at you through her glasses, telling you that youâre just a pathetic slut who will never be able to make her feel good.Â
It takes three strokes of your hand before you grunt and your cock pumps out three long spurts of cum all over the kitchen counter. You grab a paper towel, dampen it, and then wipe up your mess before going to take a shower.Â
You might have a serious problem.Â
And itâs only going to get worse this week. An entire seven days where youâre going to be around her. There isnât a doubt in your mind that youâre going to be hard for most of it. Is there a record for the most times a person has cum in a day? Because you think you might break it.Â
That night, you have a dream about Agatha, as many of your dreams are. Sheâs sitting in a chair right by the bed, legs outstretched and open and her feet are resting on the duvet. Youâre laying stomach-down, cock hard between your body and the covers, mouth watering. Agatha is completely naked, her cunt glistening, and the dream is so realistic that you can smell her. She laughs when you groan pitifully.Â
Then she buries two fingers inside her and your hips lurch against the bed, gasping at the stimulation on your cock.Â
âLook at you, humping the bed like a bitch in heat,â she snarls and your rhythm stutters. You garble out something incoherently and she laughs before rubbing her clit with her other hand. âCanât even fuck me right, so I have to do it myself.âÂ
You moan loudly, grinding against the bed furiously, and she picks up her thrusts to match your face. âI can, please, I want to,â you beg before she cums all over her fingers. She pulls them out of her and then slides them into your mouth and you cum all over the bed and your stomach.Â
When you jerk awake right after that, the first thing you notice is how sticky you are. You must have cum in your underwear from just your dream and itâs just further evidence of how completely fucked you are for the next week.Â
There will certainly be no swimming for you because you donât need the entire executive board and your father knowing that youâre getting hard for the forty-six year old general counsel.Â
But fuck, Agatha in a swim suit âÂ
You cut yourself off from the thought because you donât have enough time to get worked up again.Â
Good thing too, because by the time you do get yourself all cleaned up from your little nighttime accident, you have to leave to get to the helicopters.Â
Thereâs no sign of Agatha yet so you make awkward small talk with Rio Vidal, the head of Human Resources, because you have nothing better to do. Sheâs new and attractive, but no one gets your cock stirring like Agatha. You wonder if itâs the fact that sheâs older and it taps into your mommy issues, or the fact that she can cut you down with a simple sentence and youâve found that you have a huge thing for degradation, or the fact that sheâs never going to let you touch her no matter how hard you beg.Â
She drives you crazy and you fucking need her.Â
Finally, Agatha pulls up in a company car and gets out, wearing a gray pantsuit, and you already feel your face heating up. She gets into one of the two helicopters without even looking at you and you make a beeline for it before your dad stops you and pulls you into the other one. You canât exactly tell him that you want to be next to his general counsel, so you grumble to yourself before agreeing.Â
It takes only about forty-five minutes to get to the house and the next hour is full of unpacking and the wait staff running around, trying to get everyone everything they need.Â
Lunch is served and everyone gathers in the dining room except for Agatha, so you excuse yourself and try to go find her.Â
Youâre just âhappeningâ to be walking by her room when she opens the door to step out, almost bumping into you.Â
âYour quick solo session take a bit too long?â you ask crassly, delighting in the way her eyes roll exasperatedly. âNext time, give me a call and Iâll get you there quickly.â
She starts walking to the dining room, leaving you behind so you have to speed to catch up. âIf I ever want someone to cum after three pumps inside me and leave me even more unsatisfied than I was before, Iâll make sure to let you know.â
âHey, Iâd lay you badly, but Iâd lay you gladly,â you say as seductively as possible and she snorts. âCome on, you gotta admit youâve at least thought about it.âÂ
Agatha spares you a glance. âWhen Iâm trying not to cum. Itâs a real turn-off for me personally.â
You also love how she gives as good as she gets. âPlease?â you ask, whine, beg. âIâll be so good for you â Iâll make you feel so good.â
She sniffs and rakes her eyes over your body, pausing at the outline of your cock through your pants. Before you even realize whatâs happening, sheâs pushed you against the wall and her hand cups your cock and you gasp while bucking into her touch.Â
âReally?â Agatha chuckles. You make a muffled sound and try to grind up and she rubs her palm against you, making you throb. âYou think you could make me feel good with your cock thatâs already about to cum for me?âÂ
âYes,â you choke out and she squeezes harder. Youâre panting open-mouthed now, trying so hard to hold back from your release.Â
She is completely unaffected as she leans in to whisper, âYouâre so fucking pathetic,â into your ear and you whimper, your stomach twists, and your cock pulses before pumping loads of cum into your pants. You chant swears under your breath while you cling to her arms for dear life and she watches amusedly as a stain spreads on your pants.Â
Youâve never been more of a mess in your life and she just smirks smugly before giving your cock a patronizing pat.Â
âIâll tell your dad youâll be a little late to lunch.â And then she walks away, leaving you completely agape against the wall, cock still twitching in your pants.Â
Itâs hard to make eye contact with her the rest of the day without heat flushing through your cheeks and the memory of what she did to you making your cock stir.Â
The second you can escape after dinner, you do. You fully intend on spending the rest of the night fucking yourself silly and trying to rid your brain of Agatha.
But around ten, thereâs a knock on your door and you swing it open to find Agatha standing there in silk, navy pajamas and black glasses. Your jaw drops open and she brushes right past you to walk into your room and tosses something on the bed.Â
A fleshlight.Â
âWhatââ you start to say, but you canât even finish your question because all the blood in your brain has rushed down to your cock in record time.Â
Agatha turns to face you, hands on her hips, lips pursed. âShow me that you can last five minutes with itââ nods at the toy, ââand weâll see about me letting your cock anywhere close to me.âÂ
Your breaths come out staggered and you stumble over to the bed, head spinning. Thereâs no way this is actually happening. You shove down your sweatpants and boxers and your cock bobs up, rigid and hard and leaking copious amounts of precum.Â
âGod, already?â she snorts and your cock twitches. âYouâre so fucking desperate, arenât you?âÂ
A muffled whimper escapes your lips and you give yourself a quick stroke. âFuck.â You reach for the fleshlight, heat completely overwhelming your body, but she stops you first.Â
âSpit on yourself,â she orders and you watch her with wide and pleading eyes as a strand of saliva drops from your mouth onto your cock. You feel like youâre in a trance as you spread it out along your length, the wetness of your spit and precum coating your cock and making it glisten in no time. âFucking pathetic.âÂ
Her jeers only make you harder and this time, she doesnât object when you grab the toy. You think you can hear her sharply inhale when you drag your cock against the fake pussy lips and you already know thereâs no fucking way youâre going to last one minute, let alone five.Â
âWanna fuck you like this,â you babble before pushing your tip in and instantly freezing at the silicone ridges squeezing around you. You sigh heavily before your breathing quickens and youâre practically panting by the time you get your entire cock inside the fleshlight.Â
Agathaâs face is unreadable. âIâm impressed you made it in,â she says, coldly and completely dry, and it makes you thrust into it. It feels so good, even though itâs just a cold, plastic toy and you can only imagine how the real thing would feel. âWell, get on with it. Chop chop, honey. I havenât got all night to watch your sorry attempt at proving you can fuck me.âÂ
You grunt and start moving your cock in and out of the toy, whines falling out of you, and you have to squeeze your eyes shut to focus on not cumming too soon. You want to last â you need to last for her, because she might actually let you touch her if you.Â
âAh ah,â she tuts and your cock throbs. âOpen your eyes.âÂ
You obey, and the moment you see her, see the slight redness of her cheeks, you know you fucked up.Â
With a loud grunt, you cum in the toy, filling it with so much of your seed that it spills out of the fake cunt and drips onto the floor as you continue snapping your hips up.Â
Agatha laughs and walks straight to the door. âNot even thirty seconds. Maybe next time.âÂ
You are absolutely fucked.Â
The next night, youâre almost to two minutes while desperately trying to think of anything else other than Agatha standing right there. Sheâs watching intently, like sheâs studying your technique and critiquing it in her head, and youâre doing really well â you think you might actually have a chance to get to five. The secret is thinking about all the boring contracts you had to read this summer to keep your mind off the overwhelming pleasure youâre getting from the toy.
But then Agatha steps closer to you, runs a finger over your lips and down to cup your breast, and says, âGod, you really are just a baby, arenât you?â so sickly sweet.Â
It makes you curse before filling the toy up again, your body completely betraying you.Â
âThat wasnât fucking fair,â you try to argue.Â
She sticks out her bottom lip in an exaggerated pout. âOh, honey,â she coos and itâs so fucking condescending. Your cock twitches inside the toy. âItâs not my fault youâre so pathetic you canât control yourself.â
âYes, it is,â you whine and she rolls her eyes.Â
âWeâll try again tomorrow. Maybe you should cum before I get here so you might have a chance at lasting for five minutes,â she taunts and youâre too embarrassed to tell her that you already got off before she came tonight. Clearly it did not work.Â
You figure that maybe you just need to cum more throughout the day to build up some stamina. You fuck yourself with the fleshlight in the morning after you wake up with morning wood because surprise, surprise: you had another dream about Agatha. When she takes a sip of her orange juice at breakfast, eyes flicking up to meet yours as she sucks on the straw, you have to excuse yourself to go to the bathroom and it only takes you about six strokes before youâre cumming all over your hand. Itâs a long day of lounging around the pool and hushed conversations, and the moment Agatha steps out onto the desk in a sensible one-piece, you have to wrap a towel around your waist so no one sees your erection through your swim trunks to run back to your room, hastily saying that you forgot sunscreen. You cum into the fleshlight in about three minutes.Â
And about thirty minutes before she shows up to your room at 10 pm on the dot, you have another quick session with your hand.Â
You are absolutely determined tonight.Â
When she strolls in through the door, the air is different. Sheâs carrying a glass of Scotch and you snatch it as she walks past you, downing the rest in one sip.Â
âAre you even old enough to drink?â she asks, eyebrow raised and giving you a once over.Â
You laugh sarcastically before setting the cup down on the nightstand and tearing your shirt off over your head, not missing the way her gaze flicks down to your nipples. Usually, you just take your boxers off, but tonight, you want her to see all of you.Â
âA little arrogant, hm?âÂ
Nodding your head, you spit onto your cock and stroke it to full hardness. This is also the first time you havenât had a raging erection the second she arrived. Before she can say anything, youâve grabbed the fleshlight and started thrusting your cock into it. It feels good, but youâve become so desensitized to it, just from today, that youâre feeling more confident than ever.Â
Agatha realizes this, sees it on your face. âWow, look at my slut,â she croones. âShe finally learned how to fuck herself. Doesnât mean you can fuck someone else though. I bet the moment you get inside me, youâll cum because youâre too fucking pathetic to actually make me feel good.âÂ
The degradation goes straight to your cock and you grunt, pausing for a second before resuming. The smirk on her face is as frustrating as it is hot and only makes it harder to think clearly.Â
âYouâre just a worthless little whore, arenât you?â she snarls and your breaths become shallow and your thrusts become more like quick ruts into the toy.Â
âYes, fuck,â you moan quietly, tightly, and god sheâs not playing fair at all. The toy is squeezing you so hard and itâs becoming tougher to keep fucking it, but the prize of getting to be inside Agatha is so close if you can just hang on.Â
She scoffs sharply but you can see the heat on her face. Fuck. She likes this. âHow are you not absolutely humiliated by yourself and how desperate you are?â she says, getting meaner, and precum is leaking out of the toy each time you drive your cock back into the toy. If you werenât actively using all of your effort to keep from cumming, you think you wouldâve filled up the fleshlight at least three times by now. Agatha is trying so hard to break you, but you refuse.Â
The most excruciating five minutes of your life finally end, and you are so fucking triumphant. âWe had a deal,â you remind her hoarsely.Â
âStop acting like lasting five minutes is an accomplishment,â she scorns and you have to pull the toy off your aching erection or you actually might cum. Your cock bobs up and down, trails of precum dripping onto the floor and down your length. Youâve made such a mess. âGet on the bed,â she orders, and your heart stops.Â
You lay on the duvet, resting your back against the pillows, and watch with bated breath as Agatha slowly unbuttons her pajama shirt. You whine when you can see her tits, round and perky, and you need to get her rosy nipples in your mouth immediately. She takes off her shorts and you canât help but hump the air, your cock engorged and neglected.Â
âPlease,â you sob. âIt hurts so fucking bad.â
She mockingly coos and then climbs onto the bed with her underwear still on, straddles your hips, and she slowly grinds against your cock. A loud, high-pitched keen tears itself out of your mouth and you buck up into her, but she tsks and hovers above you. âPatience, pet,â she says and there are literal tears in your eyes from how hard you are.Â
Agatha reaches down and pulls her panties to the side and rubs her clit for a moment.Â
âCan Iââ
ââtouch me? No. Thereâs no way youâd make it inside me then,â she sneers and you hate to admit that sheâs right.Â
âIâm sorry,â you mumble, your cock jumping when she slides two fingers in herself. Your head is spinning, completely drunk with need for her.Â
She takes pity on you and grabs your cock, angling it at her entrance. âItâs okay, honey. Youâre just a little baby. My little, pathetic, desperate baby.âÂ
And then she slides down on your cock in one slick motion and your hands scramble to dig into the bedsheets and a loud, strangled moan comes out of your mouth, and you cum instantly, the feeling of her warm, wet walls around you too much to bear.Â
To her credit, she doesnât laugh as you rut into her frantically. She just waits for you to finally calm down before squeezing her cunt around you. It makes you gasp. âI knew you couldnât last,â she says, slowly starting to bounce up and down your cock.Â
âToo sensitive,â you whine and she clucks her tongue.Â
âWell, you promised that you were going to fuck me, didnât you?âÂ
Your cock has softened inside her, your cum starting to leak out of her pussy, and she collects it with her fingers and starts to rub her clit. Her walls spasm around you and you twitch. You nod your head and bite your lip â she is everything youâve ever wanted.Â
It takes a few minutes of Agatha clenching around you to bring you back to full hardness, a speedy recovery even by your standards, and she starts to ride you for real.Â
âGood thing youâre the poster child for instant gratification,â she grunts, lifting herself up and then back down. Thereâs such a mess between the two of you that thereâs squelching sounds each time she moves on you. Youâre practically frozen beneath her and all you can do is watch as she fucks herself on you. âJust need to make you cum before actually being able to use you. Iâll train you so well, make you nothing into more than a cock for me to fuck.âÂ
You finally regain the ability to think and start desperately thrusting up into her, needing more than anything to make her moan, to make her cum. Sheâs riding you faster and harder and her chest is becoming flushed and you think she might actually be getting somewhere.Â
But she squeezes around you again and fucking groans and you never stood a chance. âFuck, fuck, fuck â Agatha, Iâm gonna â fuck!â you cry and erupt inside her again, painting her walls white once again. Youâre not even sure if you made it five minutes inside her.Â
Agatha slows down on top of you and you wince at the overstimulation of her still wrapped around you.Â
âDid you?â Itâs a stupid question, one you already know the answer to, but youâre hoping that maybe you got it wrong.Â
Her laugh tells you that you did not and she slides off you, your cock flopping against your stomach in a sticky puddle, and she grabs the edge of the blanket on your bed to wipe the globs of cum oozing out of her. Fuck. Youâll never be able to use that blanket without getting hard again and you know that youâll be fucking the fabric every single day for the rest of your life.Â
She flops down next to you and you wonder if it would be foolish to ask her to stay. âItâs not that easy to make me cum, pet. But donât worry. Iâll get you there.â
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mafia au with bodyguard vi i am gnawing on the bars of my enclosure
anon iâm trying to distract myself on this flight so here take this little drabble bc i canât get bodyguard!vi out of my mind đ
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You laze at your vanity, languid like a cat; taking your time to get ready. Your hair is half undone. Youâre still in your sheer, dark tights and braâsome jewelry hanging from your bare skin, some still scattered on the vanity in front of you. Your martini glass gleams alongside the pearls in the lowlight of your bedroom.
Youâre powdering your face when someone knocks.
âCome in,â You say, despite your state of undress.
When Vi enters, you catch her eyes in the reflection of your vanity mirror.
She curses a little, averting her gaze. You smile, slow and mischievous.
âYou know, usually when people are undressed, they donât tell someone to stroll into their bedroom.â Vi remarks.
âOh, but I knew it was you.â You respond innocently.
She huffs a bit of a laugh. You see a muscle feather in her jaw. Sheâs still looking away from you, but thereâs something in her faceâit lurks around the edges of her expression, like sheâs trying to keep it hidden.
(Hunger looks good on her.)
âIâm your bodyguard, princess. I should be standing outside your door while you get ready like this.â She says and youâve found that she likes to tell you about what she should do with you. She likes to tell you whatâs proper, as you lure her into something improper.
âOh, relax. Have a drink, would you?â You retort, lifting your martini glass to her in the mirror as if to demonstrate. You take a sip, lemon twist and flowery gin hit your tongue in a cool burst. âI wanted company while I finish getting ready.â
She lets go of a hard sigh. âYouâre trying to get me killed. Your father would have my head.â
âGood thing heâs not around tonight, then.â You hum, finally returning to your preening and powdering.
âWould you at least put on some clothes for me?â Vi asks the ceiling and really itâs almostâfunny, how chivalrous sheâs trying to be. Gentlemanly. She still hasnât looked your way.
Well, that wonât do.
âDonât tell me youâre shy.â You coo, finally turning from the mirror to face her. âNot with your reputationâŚâ
She barks out a laugh.
âIâm being paid to protect you.â Vi reiterates and you think, at this point, sheâs reminding herself more than you.
âSo you canât keep me company while I get ready?â You ask sweetly.
Her eyes cut to you before she can stop herself, a flash of blue lighting. When she takes you in, itâs with a hitched breath. Her eyes skip down the curves of your body. She looks away again.
âYouâre not sly, sweetheart. I know your game.â Vi says, dragging a hand through her hair, tousling it further.
You let go of an overdramatic sigh, âFine, fine. Iâll dress.â
And with that, you saunter to your wardrobe, where the slinky little dress youâll be wearing tonight hangs. Itâs midnight purple, shimmering like dark water at night. You pull it from the hanger and carefully slip it on. But in the back, it hangs open, zipper undone.
Your eyes cut to Viâsheâs still turned away and you trace the broad lines of her back. The sliver of her tattoo that starts at the nape of her neck.
âVi,â You say her name so lightly, âwill you help me?â
When she looks at you, itâs of the open back of your dress, all your bare skin and the silk. The lacy back of your braâthe shadow of your matching panties beneath the tights. You peek over your shoulder demurely.
Vi swallows hard.
But still, she approaches. Her footsteps are slow, heavy. And then sheâs behind you and you can almost feel her, feel her warmth. You stay perfectly still for herâwaiting, breath heldâ
The touch of her fingers against the bare skin of your lower back makes your lashes flutter. She takes the zipper in hand. With her other hand, she smoothes the fabric of the dress, palm open against the curve of your waist.
Slowly, she pulls the zipper up along your spine.
When sheâs done, she settles that hand on your waist, too. Holds you.
âYouâre such trouble.â She murmurs, squeezes a little into the soft give of your hips.
âI just needed your help.â You say, bedroom soft.
This little, frustrated groan works its way out of her throat. Your stomach flips, thinking of what it might sound against your throat, or inner thighs. She hangs her head and for a moment, you think she might close the rest of the distance, might let her lips fall to the nape of your neck, or press her chest all against your backâ
Instead, sheâs gone. Hands off you, held up like sheâs trying to show sheâs innocent, as she takes a few steps away from you.
She sinks into one of your loveseatsâthe one that faces the vanity.
âFinish getting ready, princess.â
And for once, you listen to her. You finish pinning your hair. You finish your makeup and add your jewelry. You drink the rest of your martini, the warmth of alcohol hitting you sweet and hot, somewhere in your chest.
When youâre finished, you nudge your stocking clad foot in her direction.
She knows, instantly and moves to you. She eases to one knee, and takes one of your heels in hand. She pulls your foot into her lap, then she deftly eases the shoe onto your foot. She buckles the strap around your ankle dutifully. She does the other one with the same, methodical devotion.
She looks up at you from her knees, your ankle still held in her rough palm. âHappy?â She asks.
âEndlessly.â Your smile is a catâs curve, a crescent moon.
âYouâre so spoiled.â Vi says, adjusting the strap of your heel, so it sits perfectly.
âI like to be taken care of, thatâs all.â You say primly.
She snorts at that, and squeezes your ankle in her strong hand. âPrincess?â She says, eyes dark and imploring, looking up at youâ
Itâs such a good look on her. Like this, on her knees.
âHm?â
She stands slowly, now towering over you. You slowly tip your head back to look up at her. And she even takes your chin in hand, makes you hold her eyes.
âDonât run off tonight.â She warns.
Your smile turns sharpâeyes dancing with mischief.
âBut you always did love a good chase.â
(Hunger looks good on her.)
#lil troublemaker readerâŚ..#lil forbidden fruitâŚ..#you know how it goes#vi x reader#cielo writes!#cielo chats!
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my tags:
#ironically this specific issue is one that Linguistics 101 has been known to convince people on#not everyone ofc (you still get people handwringing about websters 3rd sometimes and it's been 60 fucking years)#but explaining linguistic descriptivism to your average over-eager undergraduate grammar pednat usually does the trick
responding tags from @stardew-bajablast:
#<â prev#as a former âover eager undergraduate grammar pedantâ myself i can attest to this#literally watched one (1) video about linguistic descriptivism that i stumbled upon on youtube#was like oh shit iâm actually being a dickhead and wrong on top of that#i feel like esp in the digital age with texting people are more receptive to the fluidity of language#although i say that having just scrolled by a screenshot of a tweet in scots and tons of replies complaining about âbad grammarâ#and âwhy canât you just type normallyâ -_-#so maybe we havenât advanced as much on this issue as i would have thought
Thank you for sharing! It was very nice to get a reblog corroborating my claim that this does work sometimes. đ I think I must have had a similar epiphany at some point but I don't really remember it. I did take an introductory linguistics class in college though which remains very influential on my mindset and interests.
(Also thank you & lol for correcting my typo on "pedant".)
To the actual point of OP though... I do agree, in some cases. And in even more cases, that whether or not it's possible, it's not worth derailing the conversation, getting people's back up, picking a fight. I still think it's worth learning more*, both so that you know for yourself & so you have good arguments available when it is worth it, but frequently it's better for you to just think "wow, wrong" and move on with your life. We can't all be Brennan Lee Mulligan
*on this specific issue, two good places to start: languagelog on when and why prescriptivism is bad (and good!), paintingthegreyarea (h/t allthingslinguistic) with a personal account of unlearning pedantry and a broader view of its harms.
when i was younger i used to believe that you could make anyone understand anything if you explained long enough and hard enough but then one time i said "who would have thunk it" to a classmate in college and she turned to me with such sincere disgust on her face and said "it's who would have thought" and i took five seconds to contemplate how i could possibly convey to her why i said it that way and i came up empty and that was the first crack in the windshield
#followup#fix tags#linguistics#brennan lee mulligan#also recommend searching languagelog for discussion#it has MANY good blog posts on the topic
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abu dhabi- o.piastri
summary: your first season as an f1 driver doesn't start the best, and you quickly realise McLaren doesn't like women very much. On top of that, your race engineer is as smug as the rest of them, and you have to deal with him all the time.
pairing: race engineer! oscar piastri x f1driver! fem! reader
warnings: lots of misogyny, lando is an asshole in this, illusions to ed behaviour, reader is not in a good head space, all of mclaren is super sexist, mentions of crashes and injuries.
a/n: thank you all very much for your patience, this series means a lot to me and I've had a lot of personal stuff going on, so I felt bad for leaving you guys hanging for a bit. Thank you all so much for reading this series and I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I love writing it!
part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven
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Abu Dhabi. World Drivers Champion. World Constructors Champions.
Holy shit.Â
All those years of hard work, of giving up being a child, of giving up having friends or family. Youâd done it. You were a winner.Â
You jumped out of the car and ran straight to Oscar, jumping in his arms. He caught you (of course) and cheered with you.Â
âYou fucking did it!â he smiled, pulling your helmet off. âYou did it!âÂ
Every emotion flooded through you, but one in particular stood out; gratefulness.Â
You were grateful for Oscar, for how he treated you, for who he was. He was there for you through everything, he helped you whenever he could, and while yes, you had a rough start, in the end you couldnât imagine F1 without Oscar in it.Â
âThank you, Osc, for everything,â you smiled, hugging him close.Â
âAnytime. Whenever. Always,â he nodded.Â
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He was drunk as fuck, but he was still watching you as you chatted with various team members.Â
âYouâre fucked, arenât you?â Lando chuckled, joining his side.Â
Oscar rolled his eyes. âIâm drunk, yes.â
âNo. Youâre fucked for her,â Lando pointed twoards you. Perfect, unreachable, you.Â
âYes,â he nodded, frowning. âIâm fucked for her.â
âItâs pretty clear.â
âI know it is,â Oscar scoffed. âThanks for Baku, by the way.â
Lando sighed. âLook, Iâve said a lot of shit this season that I didnât mean, and Iâm sorry I was a dick to the two of you. It wasnât right and I do feel bad about it. So, Iâm sorry.â
âThank you, but that doesnât solve the fact that sheâs being this mysterious weirdo and acting really into me and then really not,â Oscar whined.Â
âSheâs a very broken person-â
âYou think?â Oscar rolled his eyes. âYouâre not exactly giving me much hope right now.â
Lando laughed at his drunk state. âJust talk to her,â he offered. âShe listens to you no matter what.â
Oscar stared at him, then nodded. âGood idea!â he announced (a little too loud as it drew the attention of a few people around the two of them), and looked at you. But you werenât there. Oscar frowned again.Â
âYouâll find her before the end of the night, Iâm sure you will,â Lando clapped a hand on his shoulder and passed him a bottle of water to sober him up. âGood luck.â
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Oscar had decided to go find you, he wanted to talk. On the way there, heâd acquired about three more drinks and pissed off a small group of other McLaren employees by spilling one of his three drinks and apologised profusely (albeit rather mumbly), and thatâs when you came in with a hand on his shoulder and a gentle smile that brushed it all over.Â
âAre you alright?â you asked him, taking him to a corner to look him over.Â
âY/n?â he questioned, his vision blurry. âIs that you?â
You chuckled. âYeah, itâs me buddy, you alright?âÂ
He nodded, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in for a hug. âIâm so proud of you.â
âIâm proud of you too, Osc, come on, we get you to bed?â you offered, pulling one of his arms over your shoulder and helping him walk.Â
âBed sounds good,â he nodded, allowing you to walk him to his room.Â
Drunk Oscar was what you assumed three year olds acted like. He pressed every button in the lift, ding-dong ditched people in the hallway, and stripped (almost) naked the second he got in the door of his room. After a few minutes of being in his room, he decided it was a good time to puke his guts out in the toilet, and you, being the good samaritan you are, decided to stay with him.Â
âFeeling any better?â you asked, putting a cold cloth on his head as he lay in bed. You sat beside him, holding his hand.Â
He shook his head, his eyes closed and a grimace on his lips. âShit.âÂ
You chuckled lightly. âYouâll feel better in the morning.â
He opened his eyes and stared into yours, his hand resting over your hand. And time (as it always did when he was looking at you like that) stopped. The world melted away, and it didnât matter that it was 2 in the morning, or that heâd just vomited, or that all of this was a lot more confusing than either of you had anticipated. You two just got to be with each other, and that was enough for the both of you.Â
âWhy donât you love me?â he asked, his voice small and raw. He spoke to you with all the care in the world, but you could see he was hurting. You were hurting him.Â
Fuck. Why couldnât any of this be easy? Why couldnât you just⌠talk to him? Confess to him? Be normal? The boy you love was sitting there in front of you telling you he loved you and you just⌠froze for a moment. You took a deep breath.  âOsc, of course I love you,â you whispered. âBut you shouldnât love me. I wouldnât be any good for you.â
âI donât care-â
âYouâd end up hating me-â
âI could never hate you,â he shook his head, reaching a hand up to cup your cheek. âI could never hate you.â
And you believed him. That was the scary part. You believed him when he told you he loved you. You believed him when he said he cares. You believed him when he said you look beautiful. You believed him when he said he wouldnât hate you. âYou should,â you whispered, tears forming in your eyes.Â
âI couldnât,â he whispered back, a soft smile on his face. He wiped away a tear that fell. âI donât want you to be scared of how you feel.â
âI donât want to hurt you,â your voice broke. âIâm not an easy person to love.â
âI disagree,â he chuckled, wiping every tear away. âI find itâs as easy as breathing.âÂ
And you couldnât take it anymore. You curled up beside him and sobbed. You didnât know how long youâd done it for, but you woke up beside him, the steady rise and fall of his chest against your head giving you something to ground yourself to. You remembered every moment of last night, every word he said, and everything you said.Â
You just hoped he wouldnât.Â
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When Oscar woke up, he knew there was something he had asked you last night, but he couldnât remember what. After his conversation with Lando, there was nothing else he really remembered, apart from the fact that you had brought him up to his room, and he pieced together that heâd probably asked you to stay (being the pathetic hopeless romantic he is), and thatâs why you were in his bed.Â
A few seconds after waking up, the hangover hit, and fuck it was bad. His entire body ached.Â
âIâm never drinking again,â he groaned, his voice hoarse.Â
You chuckled beside him. âRemember anything?âÂ
He sighed, turning to meet your eyes. âNope.â
As much as that destroyed you, you knew it was for the better. Oscar was better off without you, that, you knew for sure. But, you also couldn't put aside the confession he'd made last night. âI find itâs as easy as breathing.â It played in your head over and over again, like a mantra that made every negative thought in your head silent for a few seconds. Oscar was good at that, making you question yourself. Either way, you were glad he hadn't remembered. It was for the better, right?
There was a split second where he couldâve sworn he saw a flash of disappointment in your eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it was there, replaced with a smile. âWell, letâs go back to Monaco.â
He groaned just thinking about facing the day, but the fact that he woke up next to you meant it was better than any day heâd ever had.Â
He definitely needed to know what he asked you last night. And you definitely needed him to not find out.Â
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Cherry Stems
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
word count: 3.1k
description: eddie rejects your advances because his friends are around. so you use them to your advantage. piss eddie off and maybe you'll get what you want. maybe.
warnings: MDNI! 18+ only pls, age not specified but i imagine eddie/reader are 20+, porn without much plot, major teasing, reader is a brat, mentions of eating food, reader has no food aversions, nicknames, reader is flirting with eddie's bandmates, jealousy, possessiveness, name calling, face grabbing, eddie is lowkey a dom, unprotected p in v, fingering (vaginal), oral fixation, eddie puts his fingers in your mouth a lot, reader gets off on being bullied, orgasm denial, cum play, cum eating.... think that's it.
authorâs note: hi i wrote this in one night. i am a whore for eddie, what else can i say. i'm also down to take requests, so if you see this, hey, send me an ask. maybe i'll cave and do some. as always, thanks bestie girl @amanitacowboy for helping me with this. let's never forget how much of a whore we are for this man. it keeps me (in)sane <3
Eddie had been teasing you all night and it was really starting to get to you.Â
After a pretty electric performance at The Hideout, Eddie and his friends decided that they were hungry for some burgers from the empty Shiny Diner nearby. You had already had enough of Eddieâs shit at this point, so as soon as you sat next to him in the big half moon shaped booth, you knew it was game on.Â
From eyeing you while he sang filthy lyrics from the stage, to the way he was working his hand up the hem of your dress when you sat at the bar, Eddie was truly being a menace. When the band got loud in the car on the way to the diner, you decided to make your move. You had rested your hand on Eddieâs crotch while sitting in the bucket seat next to him. While Eddie loved giving a good show, he was not keen on letting his friends see you in such a way. So he brushed your hand away and gave you the ânot nowâ eyes.Â
You were for him and him only.
It aggravated you to no end, watching him rejoin the conversation with the guys, while you crossed your arms in disappointment.
But you were going to push some buttons tonight. You were going to get him back.
Gareth, Jeff, and Grant were all very sweet boys. Each of them have never been nothing but respectful of you. Gareth had known you longer than Eddie and he was actually the one who introduced you two. Jeff was usually a know-it-all, but he never dared question anything you said. And Grant⌠he was just quiet. Always following along with the antics and very well mannered.Â
While you respected all the boys back, you also knew they found you attractive and that you could take advantage of that. After one specific smoke session together a couple months back, Eddie asked them all if they had a crush on you. He only ever said things like that to make them squirm. Teasing each other was the way they showed their love for one another. He also liked to remind people that they never stood a chance with you. And they all said that of course they found you pretty, but they would not dare go after you.Â
Well, for one night only, you would give them believe they had a chance. Just to piss off Eddie.Â
You had done this before. A year into your relationship, you had unintentionally made him jealous and it led to the most mind blowing sex of your life. The sex was so memorable that you do not even remember how you made him jealous.Â
You needed that just about now.Â
You were the only group there along with the waitress and line cook, so you were not worried about making a scene. You game plan how you were going to achieve such a feat as you scan the diner menu. You already knew what you wanted, but spotting the milkshakes on the list of drinks, a light bulb went off in your brain.Â
The older waitress took down the boyâs order while you sat quietly staring at the menu. When it came down to you, you look up at the white haired woman and smiled.Â
âOne chocolate shake, extra whip cream and cherries, please.â You hand her the menu and glance over at a confused Eddie. You usually got a Dr. Pepper and a cheeseburger value meal, hold the lettuce.Â
âNot hungry, baby?â He asks, reaching out for your black painted nails. You slide your hand away, acting like you are reaching for something in your purse.Â
âJust wanna try something new.â
You pull your lipgloss out, still not looking over at Eddie. You twist off the top, placing the applicator on the middle of your bottom lip as your eyes flicker over to Grantâs. He is not paying much mind to anything, his eyes looking towards the window behind you. When he takes note of your gaze, he finally looks at you.Â
You swipe the gloss across your lips, smirking devilishly.Â
âWhat did you get, Grant?â
He thinks for a beat, realizing even he forgot what he ordered. âUh⌠BLT with onion rings.â
You smack your lips together, rubbing your top lip on the bottom one painfully slow.Â
âYou gonna share your onion rings?â
He was not expecting the question, his lips curling upward before he chuckles. You can feel Eddieâs body stiffen as you ask the question.Â
Grant nods, though, âOf course. You can have some-â âBaby, youâre not gonna eat his food.â You shoot a glare at Eddie, tossing your gloss back in your pocketbook. âGrant said I could, so⌠yeah I am.â
Eddieâs eyes search yours, trying to figure out what you are trying to do. You disguise your pleasure at his curiosity, rolling your eyes and pointing your attention at Jeff. Heâs positioned right next to Grant, fiddling with his fingers. Before you can press him with a question, the waitress comes and puts down your drinks. Sheâs missing your milkshake.Â
âThatâll be out in just a moment,â She says, grabbing her tray as she returns behind the counter, seemingly preparing your shake. You watch Jeff fiddle with his straw wrapper and you finally decide to bother him next.Â
âIs that Dr. Pepper?â You ask, already knowing the answer. Jeff always got Dr. Pepper, just like you. Itâs something you two bonded over often. He just nods, taking a sip of the bubbly beverage. You look over at the waitress quickly, seeing sheâs still fiddling with the milkshake blender.Â
You grab Jeffâs ice cold glass, your eyes glistening with innocence, âYou mind if I have a sip? Iâm parched.â And of course heâs too confused to say no. You pull the drink over and once it crosses to your side of the table, Eddieâs hand presses into your bare thigh. You do not react, taking Jeffâs straw into your mouth and sucking in a big sip, your eyes never leaving his. Once you pull the plastic away, you smirk.Â
âThanks, hun.â You push the drink back to him slowly. His cheeks heat up instantly when he notices your lipgloss on the tip of the straw. Eddieâs hand only squeezes more, trying to get you to look over at him.Â
He wanted your attention so bad, his body curving closer to you. You can feel his gaze stuck onto the side of your face.Â
Before anyone says anything else, the white haired lady returns with your chocolate shake. You giddedly grab the glass and stuff a straw into the frozen drink.Â
You use your tongue to toy with the end of the straw, pulling it into your open mouth. Your eyes flicker away from Jeff and take aim at Gareth, whoâs seated right across from you. Since heâs known you so long, you can already read on his face that he knows what you are up to. He may be a nice guy, but he too loves to fuck with Eddie.Â
He was going to help you in whatever way possible. Instead of you initiating conversation, he speaks up.Â
âChocolate, huh? Thought youâd like vanilla.â Your eyebrow quirks up. You know Eddieâs face is bright red next to you. The heat radiating from him is pressing into your shoulder and thigh.Â
âYou got me pegged as a vanilla girl? Thatâs a bit offensive, Gare,â You smile, calculating your next move. You look down at the pile of whipped cream on the top of the shake. You drag your pointer finger across the top, gathering the cream all around it.Â
You hear Eddie whispering beside you. âYou better fuckinâ not.â
You smile, bringing your finger to your lips, not peeling your eyes from Gareth. You know the tension is palpable because Garethâs smile is only widening when you lick the cream off your finger.Â
The other guys are gawking at you at this point. You were putting on a show and they could not even fathom that it was happening before their very eyes.Â
Gareth finally says something, nodding at the milkshake. âAnd extra cherries?â
âGareth-,â Eddieâs voice fades over yours.Â
âOh yeah! You know I can tie the stems with my tongue?â
Eddieâs rings are going to be imprinted on your leg with how tightly heâs gripping onto you. You grab one of the cherries, getting your fingers covered in more whipped cream. You lean your head back a bit, your nose facing the old tile ceiling. You drop the cherry in your mouth, stem up. Tilting your head back, facing Gareth, you pull the cherry off the stem between your teeth. Itâs unbelievably sensual the way you chew the red fruit.Â
You show each of the boys the stem, even Eddie. When you glance over at him, you do not believe you have ever seen him so annoyed. Heâs not hiding it well. You drop the stem on your tongue, returning your gaze over to Gareth.Â
You roll the stem around, using your teeth slightly to do the stupid party trick you learned in 10th grade to impress a boy. Itâs not impressive when every hot girl in school could do it, too. But nonetheless, it was something you could do to layer on the eroticism of the moment.Â
When itâs tied, you contemplate taking it out of your mouth and showing it off. Maybe even drop it in Eddieâs hand. Instead, you decide to just extend your tongue out and show the stem on the very tip of your tongue.Â
The color drains from Eddieâs face. Itâs the end of the show for him.Â
He grabs your forearm, ripping you out of the booth. You look back at Gareth, whoâs still smiling, all the while Jeff and Grant look even more confused. Â
When the fresh air hits you when he slams the glass door open, you flick your head to the side and spit out the stem in the gravel. His grip is so tight around your arm as he drags you to the van. Itâs parked on the far side of the lot, occupying a spot thatâs backed up to some woods.Â
âWhat is wrong?â
Asking such a question only pisses him off further. Once you reach the van, his left hand flings the side door open. He practically tosses you onto the shag rug that lines the very back of the vehicle.Â
âAre you fuckinâ with me right now?â His voice is intimidatingly deep.
Your legs hang out while Eddie stands over you, his hand resting on the top of the van. The back of your knees feel the sting of the frayed metal that hinges the door shut. You swallow, contemplating if you should continue messing with him. With the way heâs looking at you, you felt that this was not going to lead to the jealous sex you two had before. Heâs actually angry.Â
âYou pushed my hand away when I wanted you earlier.â
Your voice is so small and unsure. His eyes narrow at you, his mouth slightly ajar in complete disbelief. The silence hanging in the air makes your heart rate increase.Â
His mouth closes and you watch his jaw clench, âSo you flirt with my friends right in front of me? Even when I explicitly said you better not.â
With his free hand, he swats your bare leg as you squeeze your thighs together. âAnswer me.â
You watch the red mark appear on your flesh and decide to keep playing into the game. You had nothing to lose. If heâs actually angry, you could always have amazing make up sex instead. Eddie could not stay mad at you for too long.Â
You shake your head, lifting your chin up in defiance. âAll I did was tie a cherry stem.â
He does not accept that answer, slapping your thigh harder this time.Â
You knew then that you had him where you wanted him. His eyes were giving him away. His pupils dilated as soon as he realized that you did not yelp at him slapping you around.Â
Your eyes widen, watching him jump into the van beside you and dragging you back further. He slams the door, rattling the hunk of metal. The only light being let in is from the front windshield. A hazy warm lit streetlight only lights up Eddieâs face as heâs pining you to the ground.Â
He positions himself between your legs, pushing the back of your thighs up with his knees. The skirt you chose for the occasion was pretty flowy, so it slid up your hips as soon as he props you up. âYou want to act like a whore in front of my friends? All âcause I slapped your hand away earlier?â
His voice does not even sound like his. You hear the jiggling of his belt as he asks you the question. But the more twisted Eddie was, the more aroused you felt. You were drawn to him the first moment he teased you and bullied you a bit. You got off on him being callous.Â
âWords. Now.â
You look down between your legs and see his cock springing free from his boxers as he shoves them down his thighs. You groan, the pulsating at your core coinciding with your heart rate. âWanted to get your attention.â
He smacks your inner thigh, painfully close to your pantyline. You moan at the action, propping yourself up a bit more on your elbows. You watch as he carefully drags his pointer and middle finger under the hem of your lace. He smirks to himself, âThatâs not what I fuckinâ asked.â
His fingers dip under your underwear, gathering the slick between your folds. You throw your head back, unable to hold back the sob as he spreads you open. You were putty in his hands, always bending to him. âYes, Eddie.â
Your response leads to him sliding his fingers inside your cunt, a wet squelching noise filling both your ears. Your back thuds against the rug as your muscles give out under his touch. He fucks you with his fingers, the look on his face unreadable. He usually takes his time with foreplay, but this was different. He was testing how far he could take you in a limited amount of time. You were in a parking lot with his friends less than 500 feet inside, he could not take his time torturing you.Â
His fingers retract from your pussy, gripping onto the lace of your panties and tearing them down your legs. When he sits back on his heels, you watch his long cock bounce with his movements. It sends a smile across your face. When he zeros in on you again, he tilts his head to the side.Â
âIâm gonna fuck you until you canât talk anymore.â
It makes you giggle at first, unsure if heâs really being serious. But when his face does not twist up into a smirk like it usually did, you realize you were in trouble. He takes ahold of his dick, leaning forward onto you. Your mouth falls open as you study Eddie dragging his tip between your slit, gathering as much of your wetness as he could.Â
He sinks into you, raising your hips a bit to meet him straight on. The stretch is always overwhelming for you at first. You and Eddie fucked at least three times a week, but he always made you cum before shoving his cock deep inside you. Stretching you out for a couple minutes with two fingers is not enough for you. He hisses when he pulls back, his hands grasping onto you for dear life.Â
He wastes no time setting a bruising pace. Thereâs no build up, he is simply taking his annoyance out on you. You are reaching out to anything around you, trying to find something to hold onto as he rams into you. You find a sweatshirt nearby, squeezing it as tight as you can as you breathe out to relax your pelvic muscles.
âEddie, please-â You try to say, throwing your head forward. He shifts your hips a bit more, opening you up wider. As he does that, he rakes his hands upward, pushing your skirt up higher to your belly button. He shakes your head to your pleas.Â
âEddie, please.â He mocks, relocating his hand to squeeze your cheeks together. When your jaw unhinges, Eddie inspects your tongue as he drills into you. âPut my fingers in your mouth.â
âEd-â
He sandwiches your face harder, cutting you off from being able to say anything. He fills your mouth with the two fingers that were plunging inside of you earlier. The taste of your own arousal is still present on his fingers as you swirl your tongue around the digits. You mewl as he grinds his pelvis into your clit. âShut up,â he orders, his face centimeters from yours, âNow suck them while I fuck you.â
You have no way to talk back, so you do what he says. You hallow your cheeks out, lathering all your saliva around his fingers. The build up in the pit of your stomach only gets more intense when Eddie hoists your leg up over his shoulder. You clench around him, tears pricking your eyes as you vibrate his fingers with your moans.Â
âDo not fuckinâ cum yet,â He warns, pulling his fingers in and out of your mouth. His hips are faltering as he chases his own climax. Your body feels like every nerve ending is about to implode under the pressure of you holding back your orgasm, and Eddie can sense that. He drags his fingers out from your lips, rubbing your own spit into your lips. He grabs your jaw with the same hand, pulling your face closer to his.
âSay youâre mine. Youâre only gonna be mine.â
You nod, knocking his forehead slightly. âIâm only ever gonna be yours, Eddie.â
With your foreheads touching, you watch as he falls apart inside you.Â
And with three vicious snaps of his hips, he spills his seed deep inside you. He does not let out a sound. His mouth is agape as deep heaves fan your face.Â
When he finishes, he slides his cock out of you and sits back on his knees again. Him exiting your body is so frustrating, you want to scream. Â
He uses one arm to hold your one leg back as spit covered fingers swipe up your cunt. His spend is leaking out of you and you know if he works his usual magic, you will cum in 30 seconds.Â
âPlease, Eddie. Please let me cum.â
He smirks villainously, âWhy should I let you, hm?â He spreads your pussy lips, getting a good look as his cum dribbles down to your asshole.
You are getting desperate. You never had to beg Eddie to cum, ever. He was always so generous.Â
âI promise Iâll be good. Please, please.â He chuckles dryly before sinking his fingers back into you. âFine. Since you asked so pretty and promised to behave yourself.â
His fingers scissor into you, that familiar burn in the pit of your stomach returning. As his two fingers make work at your entrance, his thumb swipes your clit in meticulous circles. His bottom lip is tucked under his top teeth, watching you fall apart on his fingers. You are practically chanting his name as he brings you to your peak.Â
When your chest heaves, finally relaxing from your orgasm, Eddie slides his digits out of you and brings them up to his plump pink lips. He licks them clean, just like you did with the whipped cream earlier.Â
âHm⌠Donât see how Gareth thought you were a vanilla girl,â He states, smiling sinfully at you. âYou, my dear, are a fuckinâ vixen.â
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I was leaving this in the tags but it got away from me:
Not to distract from the post, but 40 hrs/wk * 52 wks/year = 2,080 hrs/yr.
2,080 hrs/yr á 12 mo./yr = 173.33 hrs/mo.
So, $4,800/mo. á 173.33 hrs/mo. = $27.69/hr. Not $30/hr.
Regardless, in my area companies seem to think they're "competitive" if pay for a full-time position starts at $18/hr. Roughly $37k/yr. Or, able to afford $936/mo. rent.
The average rent here is $1,400/mo. That's 50% higher!
"But," I hear you say, "averages can be misleading because of outliers!" Ok, well, would you like to know what percentage of rental listings in the area are below $1,000/mo.? 7 percent. Seven.
While we're at it, what percentage of household incomes here are below $40k/yr--that is, how many households rely on these "competitive wage" jobs? FUCKING 40%.
So you have a situation where forty goddamn percent of households somehow, magically, are expected to compete for seven percent of rentals. Or, you know, live somewhere they can't afford.
Pay HAS to go up, and/or rents HAVE to come down. Because as it is now, the "invisible hand of the free market" is straight up killing people:
Now, I'm not an economist, thank god, but if your business plan involves knowingly murdering the people you're trying to get money from (landlords) or value from (companies), I don't think that's a good plan. I think that's a pretty batshit plan, actually.
Which brings me back around to OP's point: capping rents at "around" $1,000/mo. is, in fact, entirely reasonable and justified. Which means there's not a chance in hell it'll happen in the next four years, at minimum. After all, El Presidente halting any scientific communications from government agencies to US citizens includes the FDA. You know, the agency responsible for issuing warnings about food-borne dangers and outbreaks. Like salmonella. Like bird flu.
Shitler is an utter failure of a human being in every way that matters. But he's pretty much what you might expect, given everything else going wrong.
time to bring the Truman housing caps back:
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