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[plush4bunny]

And all I can do is pour some tea for two

[AO3] Rating: Explicit WC:  5362 Tags: Wax Play, Rope Bondage, Japanese Rope Bondage, Rope Suspension, Knifeplay, Food Kink, Porn with Feelings, Cameras, erotic art Fandom: Monday Mornings Ship: Harding Hooten/Reader Disc: Hel oves Art in all forms, right? Why wouldn't he love suspension? Beta'ed by the wonderful @weenis-beenis and plotted with the amazing @chopstickpizza THank you for your help, dears <3

Harding Hooten had well earned his right to your trust at this point. He was half convinced if he asked you to perform a burn excision with only his words to guide your movements, you would be on par with the day you’d first left Chelsea; you would do so with efficiency and with minimal questions. Harding knew that as much as you were ensnared in his webbing, you had snared him. The years of separation had only cemented one fact to the surgeon; he had missed his chance when you emailed your resignation in. He'd long since accepted your loss to the unit; your skills had rivalled even Dr Wilson, though few people would have dared to tarnish the other doctor's ego like that. No, the truth was found in whispered comments in the halls during consults. 

Harding still remembered walking down a hall one day, just to hear your name spoken around the corner. 

"...would manage to retain the brain function Ty would overlook. And the patient will never trust Ty as much…" the conversation floated away as the doctors began walking. His heart still swelled when he thought of the accidental eavesdrop. They'd be correct, and when you were asked to perform the surgery, you managed a flawless no shave operation. The patient had even dared to ask Hooten if he could be released early, as he claimed to feel better than ever. Despite even Harding's assessment, the patient stayed for a few more days. 

Harding reached his fingers out, and took hold of the rod your arms were tied to. Your body stopped spinning, and you could feel his eyes on your body, almost akin to his fingers drifting over your body. It was physical, despite no skin meeting his. The hitch of breath that fell from your lips echoed in the silent room. You were entirely on display for only him. Tied over your table, he had a perfect view of your entire nude body, scars and all. 

It'd taken Harding slightly longer than normal to ensure the ties wrapped around your body, knots that rested neatly against your skin. You were trussed up for him, arms wrapped over a thick, smooth, straight wooden length. Ropes crossed your back in complicated patterns, spreading the support of the ropes over your body. Your chest was left as free as Harding could manage, but your shoulders held crossings of knots. 

He'd taken great care with your thighs, binding your calves to thighs, disallowing any attempt for movement. Your legs were the highest part of your body, spread to frame your pussy, in full view. You didn't know how much space was between your head and the table, the blindfold cutting off most of your vision, and the dim light from the candles unable to leak through the edges. You were entirely at Harding's mercy, not that you minded one bit. 

His rule was simple. Once he hoisted you around, the only reason the rods could touch the table was to help turn yourself for his viewing. If they rested too long, you would receive a punishment. One rule, that was it. You'd agreed; still on your back and spread, waiting for him to attach the final ropes to you, and pull you to the ceiling. 

Harding returned with a fragrant plate of food, before he decided to hoist you. And you had been spinning since. Slow, silently, with only your slow breathing to mark the revolutions. Every twenty breaths, your rod would tap against the hardwood of your table, a quick reminder before they straightened once more, level with the wood for Harding to watch. 

And watch Harding did. He was silent, other than the soft slumps of water, interspersed with his own tap of metal fork against ceramic plate. 

It was delicate, soft tapping from you both, starting a comforting rhythm to lose yourself to. 

Harding stood almost silently. At this point, you were hyper aware of any change in your surroundings, and his taps against the floor were in a cadence he'd used for years. 

"Open." The order threw you for a loop, trying to remember what words were, and what they did. 

Your lips opened for him, tongue sticking out and pressing against your chin, wide as you could spread. A small piece of strawberry was placed in your mouth, his finger trailing over your top lip. "Close." 

The flavor pulled a soft moan from you, texture just right. Then, he started slowly spinning you, watching your body in the dim light again. 

The rhythm changed. 

19 breaths, Harding's fingers pressed between your lips, a tap of the rod your arms were tied to. He'd shock you on some of the refrains, pressing a kiss to your cheek, arm, lips, anywhere he could manage to throw off your counting. Morsels of fresh fruits, deep chocolates, each were pressed into your surprised, waiting mouth. Even at one point, Harding urged your mouth open with his fingers, only to seal your lips together, a taste of wine flooding into your mouth. Not nearly enough to need to swallow, just a mixture of dry wine and Harding's saliva coating your mouth. 

When Harding pulled away, he was greeted at last with your first break; a long whine and an attempt to arch against the suspension. 

"H..Harding…"

"No." His voice was resolute. No argument would be allowed, even as you squirmed for seconds more. As soon as you settled, his hand moved to your throat, warm fingers ran over the hard cartilage of your throat. "Colour?" 

"Green." He was proud of how breathy your voice sounded. He'd already wrecked you, and all he'd done was kiss you a handful of times, and play with your tongue when he fed you. 

"Needy. You need to understand what patience entails, pet. When we get too excited, too eager to run before we walk…" and the truth behind his hand was revealed. His hand grasped down and cut off any air that you could have pulled into your chest. "We stumble." The only sound was crackling candles and choked gasps. "We loosen ourselves from established patterns, and open ourselves up to mistakes. What did you forget?" His hand released your neck, just to stroke it gently. Your mind raced in fear before you realised. Your arms jerked to steady the pole once again, tapped down onto the table top in the midst of your begging. 

"Keep them level," you whispered, trying to press your face against his arm, a contort of your neck that strained the muscle. 

"Keep the pole level. Did you?"

"No, sir." His middle finger stroked up your pulse point just then, and you knew he was counting each beat against the pad of his finger. 

"Continue, pet." And continue you did. 

The rhythm changed. 

20 breaths. In and out, and a tap on the 20th exhale. 

The water in the kitchen started to run, the distinct click of dishes being cleaned. You didn't try to keep track of how long he was in there, instead focused on your twenty breaths, and the tug of the ropes against your body. 

Harding was quiet when he returned. You didn't realise that he had even finished cleaning his dishes when you felt a sudden, hot pouring of liquid over your sternum. The hot liquid didn't run off like water, instead cooling slowly on your skin. It wasn't hot enough to be painful, but the liquid congealed against your skin and didn't budge. 

Wax. Drips from a candle fell, high enough to only sound menacing. It wasn't overly hot yet, just a warm sensation that reminded you of how Harding would tap your skin to get your attention during scenes.  

The trails of fire only began on your chest, though. You could never accurately guess what Harding was planning on doing at any given moment during a scene, his movements quick and assured. 

The rhythm changed. 

A few drops of wax would fall from Harding's fingers, only to feel his fingers run through the wax, taking his time to draw something onto the thin skin of your stomach, patterns and lines appearing and disappearing from your mind before you could realise them. Harding was sure in each swipe, sure in each movement, sure in just how to tease each spot on your body. 

From his own view, it was a poor attempt at beauty. Nothing could ever hope to match your skill, your own innate beauty both from your hands or what was in the mirror. No, Harding knew better than to try and find a perfect recreation of the newest painting you'd just unveiled, but an impressionist imitation could be feasible. Simple colours swirled just so, wax replacing pigments, sure finger replacing brush, canvas of skin instead of fabric. A work of art, painted with wax on your stomach, offering the reasoning behind the way he had you tied. A perfectly angled canvas to allow the wax to drift from your belly button down towards your collar bone. Colours mixed and matched, swirled by his fingers. 

He let one of the taper candles dip close to the pools of wax, melting a small portion and sending a small shock of heat through your sternum. A softer heat pressed near your hip, and you cried out, trying to curl despite the ropes. 

You felt his hands on the outside of your elbows, holding onto the extended joint. His thumbs worked into the small area between elbow, rope, and pole, resting and stabilising you. Harding's hands didn't shake, didn't falter as he guided your left arm down, allowing the tip of the pole to rest against the table. His left hand slid from your elbow back to your neck, trailing his fingers over the skin he'd so recently grabbed tight. Or perhaps it had been a half hour since then. At this point, time didn't mean anything to you, and hadn't since you lost your weight to the ropes. 

"New rule." Harding’s voice was deep, gravely from the disuse during dinner. "No lifting the rod. Do you understand?" You nodded, his hand squeezing for just a second against your neck, before smoothing both hands over your shoulders, to your back, and up your thighs. The movement rang through your body like the peels of a bell. 

And then, his hands were entirely gone from your body. Suspended, held still by the pole, and now you weren't even able to count the rhythm anymore. 

Harding let his fingers slip between your folds, though he didn't deign to flick against your clit. You might have chalked it up to the angle, until you realised his fingers were circulating just a centimetre around it. He refused to offer you that touch of pleasure. Harding knew exactly where you wanted his fingers, and refused you the barest bit of pleasure. 

He was playing with your body, bringing you the most frustrating sensations he could possibly manage. You tried to tilt your hips closer, so his finger slipped, but he was too sure on his skills. The warm digit explored each crevice, before a new sensation started; ice, placed directly on the hood of your clit, freezing and nearly painful. But a pulse of pleasure shot from the connection of his fingers. 

The ice wasn't stationary, manipulated to  slide over your thigh. You lost track of the ice, simply enjoying the feel of cool against your skin. It moved over spots that previously had felt too hot, spots that now chilled, heat leeched from your body. He was playing with you, nearly toying with you, trying to get your sounds to ring too loudly in the dining room. 

Heat and cold started to alternate on your body, splashes of wax falling into rivulets over the ropes wrapped around your calves and thighs, ice trailed after a splash of wax on the bottom of your stomach; it turned the wax brittle effectively, and tugged lightly at the hair on your stomach. It was just a taste of pain, just a suggestion of what he could do.  

Harding’s hand finally pulled away, leaving the thin sliver of ice cube rested against your clit. It was cold, much colder than you'd expected to feel tonight. 

"Do not let that drop. Be a good pet, and hold it just there."  The command was soft, a demand that asked for your submission. Another cube of ice once again found the wax on your lower stomach, and when it ran over your skin, you were proud of the fact you didn't jerk at the unexpected sensation. 

That pride disappeared moments later, when the heat from your pussy finally finished melting the ice. 

Harding could tell the exact moment the melted ice ran between your folds. He saw your thighs shake, you pussy clench down, and the sliver of ice that was left clattered to the table. Everything stopped; the ice in his hand, the heat from the candles, your breathing. Nothing moved. It wasn’t until Harding’s palm rested on your hip, and his first two fingers tapped three times on your hip that you allowed your lungs to expand again, pulling in the air harshly. It was noisy, messy, and you whimpered when the air escaped again. 

“You almost managed, pet. So very close to meeting my expectations, but you fell short.” The words rang right through you, finding a grip and refusing to let you go. Shame echoed deep, and you were glad the blindfold was able to catch the tear that slipped out. 

Your whimpers turned to a shout, next. All at once, everything seemed to be thrown into motion. The air, too cold, your breathing, almost too fast, but most importantly, wax poured directly onto your nipple, a sharp spring of pain. Your back tried to arch, to pull away from the pain, but it was futile. The patter of dripping wax was consistent, a painful, hot punishment. 

Your other nipple was offered the same treatment, dripped and collected on the bud, trying to cover every sensitive inch. Your skin was sensitive to each droplet, needing the ice to press against your skin and soothe the ache the wax created. 

Instead, you only received a repeat of the treatment, but it felt even hotter this time. He was your comfort, and you desperately wanted to arch into him, to press your face against his chest, his stomach, even his lap to find some kind of comfort in him. First and foremost, he would be your comfort. You weren’t sure just where he was standing, and trying to arch into him would be futile. Your only attempted offering was whines that almost sounded like Harding’s name, almost sounded like pleas.

Harding took pity on you at last. 

The wax started to drip onto the underside of your breasts, a sensitive spot still open for his eyes. The shell of wax from earlier finally was extended to the wax covering your nipples, hiding your body from the air. 

The last drop of wax was finished with a pass of an ice cube, trailing over the edges of the wax. The wet line trailed over your sides, pressing quickly against skin uncovered for his view. Harding lent forward, and blew a stream of air over one of the trails. A kiss was pressed to the skin, comfort in that second that was needed more than breathing. 

Another whine, and his strong, cold, and slightly damp, fingers found their way between your legs, once again playing with your folds, exploring and nearly massaging. He knew how to play with the need that almost felt like a monster between your legs. You were lucky enough this time; Harding’s pity seemed to extend to your needy hole, slipping two fingers into you immediately. 

“You’ve been very good for me, sweetheart.” Those fingers are slowly working into you, slipping open and trying to spread. “Loud, begging for me… You’re desperate and that’s no way to see you.” A sharp push into you, stretched around his fingers. “Can you say that? Can you say you’ve been a good slut for me?” The question took a few moments for you to figure out, enough time for Harding to slip another finger into you, spreading you and making it even harder to think. 

“I’ve been a good slut for you, Sir,” you whispered, thrashing as much as you could in those moments. The rod tapped on the table, giving you away before you could’ve even tried to not. Harding’s fingers slipped out of you with a soft tsk. 

“Open, pet.” Harding’s fingers were again in your mouth, and whilst strawberries had been on his fingers before, all you could taste was your own wetness. No more natural sugars, only the taste that Harding swore was better than the nectre of the gods. You did just what he’d wished; licked between each finger, cleaning and swirling your tongue as much as you could. 

Harding’s fingers pulled out of your mouth, even when your teeth tried to catch his fingers with a small bite. You knew better than to bite hard, and keep him caught. It was only enough to try and keep him close. His fingers found themselves back between your legs again, pulling your lust back to the centre of your attention. A sudden wave of pleasure, entirely unexpected, ran over you. All it took was Harding’s fingers to slip into you, thumb still on the sensitive bud, and you were clenching around him, a sudden orgasm that left your thighs trembling. 

His fingers worked you through the pleasure, allowed you the needed come down from the unexpected orgasm, before his heat entirely disappeared. His footsteps were too quiet to place, Harding was simply too prepared to be able to be found out. The silence settled into the room around your breathing, a cocoon of security. 

Until the click of a camera shutter reached your ears, the whir of a photo printed immediately and the tap of the photo being set down on the table. 

“Though you are the one skilled with a brush, I do tend to know something about art as well.” Another click, this time you could place it to the head of the table, where he had been sat. Another click, from behind you. “I’ve never questioned your skills as an artist, from the first moment I saw your work in an exhibition. Of the names I had been expecting, I didn’t ever expect yours to be on the wall. It spoke for you, clearly from you, in ways I had never been able to see before. It showed sides of you that I didn’t realise existed, ones that were so explicit to who you are, I didn’t believe that I had ever missed such elements to your person.” You heard the click of a shutter again. “Once you left Chelsea, I accepted my mistake; I’d let you go without even an effort at keeping you here.” Click. “It was fortuitous to me that Scott forwarded me an email in regards to an art exhibit. An art exhibit to celebrate an artist who’s name I hadn’t seen in… How many years was it?” The math rang through your mind in a flash, faster than you’d normally manage it. 

“Ten.” Your voice was cracked, disuse clear in the effort. 

“Ten years, pet.” You heard the squeaky floorboard press down as he walked closer. “I went ten years without seeing your name, just to receive an email.” You felt his fingertips press against a clean spot of skin, between two ropes. He took a short pause, just to admire the way his hand looked on your body. His other hand moved to your hip, open palm resting with two fingers tapping against you. A deep breath was pulled into your lungs, and wax pulled against your body, the hair caught making it painful. “When I walked into our bar, and saw you already laughing…” There was a pause, a second of inaction from Harding, before he pressed a kiss to your thigh, one of the few spots without wax on it. His tongue darted out with the sound of your moan, his cold tongue pressing against your hot flesh. It only lasted for a moment, and one of his hands pulled away from your body. 

The next contact was still just as cold; the icy metal of a blunted knife. Careful, dedicated strokes started at your knees, separating skin and wax. Flakes fell over other spots of your body, chipped and messy. 

“To state I was shocked would be quite an understatement.” The knife and his hand left your body, only for you to hear another click of the camera. He was doing that just for your benefit, you knew it. A showman, through and through. 

The knife once more found your skin, slipping between layers and cleaning you off. His trained hands were unwavering as he drug the edge over your skin, careful to not press any further than needed. His hand was expert in cutting the wax off your breast, up your sternum, dancing patterns over the shape of your body. It was soothing, welcome in a way that you hadn’t expected after the pain and straining of the candle. The blade ran over your body slowly, oriented just so against your skin. Harding allowed his hand to follow, flicking off the small bits of wax that were still waiting on your body. He cleaned you as well as he could, ignoring the ropes coated in the substance. 

A kiss was pressed to your knee, and Harding was gone in the next moment. You could hear his steps now, clearly not trying to hold them back. Then, you felt yourself start to lower, slowly descending until your shoulder first tapped the wood, then your back, and your legs. Your arms were pinched slightly in this position, but you could manage it for now. 

Another rhythm sounded around the room. The intonation of a vibrator, humming jovially against flesh already. Harding's sigh rang through the room, and the lewd image of his cock against a hard piece of vibrating plastic flashed into your mind. Your hips canted off the table for only a moment, trying to find that pressure that you needed in you, against you. The thought of Harding already needing to touch himself, needing some kind of release that only you could really give made a pulse of lust rush through you. 

Harding finally moved to you, and his hands first connected with the skin of your thighs, ensuring the spread for what he needed to do. The vibrator, now turned lower, was placed against your clit, humming flooding your senses. Your moan was choked off, the sudden wave of pleasure shocking your system. It was painful, and your hips were hitching closer, trying to find more, receive more pleasure. The sound of tape unspooling hit your ears, familiar to you; he’d gotten a roll of medical tape, and secured the small bullet against your clit, leaving his hands free to do what he might. 

“You can beg all you would like, sweetheart, but you only receive what I am willing to give you.” You whined, knowing he was right. Harding guided your body carefully, though he was forceful. He positioned your body with his large hands, flipping you over effectively, the vibrator still secured against you. The moment allowed you enough time to try and offer yourself more to him, give him a view of everything he was allowed to take. One hand still on your hip, and he pulled you back, guiding his length into your hole, slowly dragging you back to him. He didn’t falter in the motion, didn’t hesitate to press deeper into you when you started whining at him. His hand shifted, palm once again opened on your hip, and first two fingers tapped against you. 

It was the simple motion that made you realise you were tense. A deep breath in, and with only Harding in your mind, you were able to take a breath, and relax. Harding let himself thrust in and out of your wetness, allowing the strokes to wet his entire cock with your slick, gliding against you. He pushed you against the wood of the table, pressure hard. You couldn’t move an inch if he didn’t want you to. 

Then, his lips were on your shoulder blades, kissing and breathing hard as he tried to manage the composure he’d been maintaining this entire time. His hips stilled, fully thrust into you. The only sound was the vibrator, which only got louder when he reached around and turned it up further. Pleasure and pain spiked at the action, and you forced yourself to listen to Harding’s voice. 

“Who owns you?” 

“You, sir.” He nuzzled against the skin on the back of your neck. 

“Say it.” 

“You own me, Harding. Just… Just you.” You tried to push back into his face, any more affection that you could manage. His face pressed into you regardless, muting his moan. The groan still vibrated through your body, even through the clothes you could still feel him wearing. 

It seemed to take him a monumental effort for Harding’s hands to move from your hips to the rod your arms were still tied to. He pulled you up, now only supported by your knees, and his hands. He started slowly, allowing the vibrator to press between his balls and your clit, pressing just a little harder into you. It brought forth that bit of pleasure you needed, rocked between the need to be filled, then to be filled to the brim, ricocheting through you. 

It was too much, and not nearly enough all at once. Everything combined together, the blindness, the sensitivity of your skin under his hands, the strength he had as he pulled you back and forth over his cock just by the rod. 

your orgasm rushed over you, tightening around Harding’s dick, clenching down with a shout. If it wasn’t for Harding as he thrusted into you, you would’ve thought you passed out for a moment. But the overstimulation of his cock in you forced your attention on him. 

Feeling you tighten seemed to have cued something into Harding, as he lowered your shoulders back to the table, taking a pause for just a moment. His hands moved to rest on the table, leaning his weight onto your ass and pushing your body into the unyielding wood. 

“Such a good pet, so well behaved for…” His words cut off into another moan, and he pushed his face into your neck, harsh breath fanned over your skin. “Me. Just mine, just for me.” Harding nuzzled into your neck once again, before he took his chance to bite your trapezius, leaving a mark just from him. It hurt, just as much as it always did, but your attention was taken over by the feeling of Harding cumming, pressing deep in you. 

Harding only took a few more moments to enjoy your warmth, stilled and perfectly buried in you. 

Once you started to whimper, the pain in your hip vastly too much to ignore, Harding kissed your neck, and pulled out. His hand reached around you, to slip off the vibrator, the tape tugging against your pubic hair. This was always your least favourite part; slipping out of the roles, the shift back to reality. 

Harding's hands were soft on your skin, rubbed over the spots where the rope had sat. The ropes were easy to his hands, his mind. First your right arm, then your left, the overly long pole slid to the free side of the long table. 

“I’ve got you, darling,” Harding whispered, a kiss pressed against a red mark from the pole. With your hands at last free, you made an effort to grab at Harding, hold onto something, anything, but your muscles screamed in protest. 

“H..” 

“Right here, love.” He shifted you around, pulling you from the table, and onto his lap on one of the chairs. As one of his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your body against his fully, the other worked at the ropes on your legs. Bits of body hair stuck into the wax, pulling harshly. Your face pressed against his neck, trying to stifle the whimpers of pain. You used his body to shift the blindfold off your eyes, only to see the muted light from candles burn down almost to their holders. 

Harding didn’t need to hear your words to know what was happening; His fingers slowed, sliding off the hardened ropes without thought, only to slide his hand over your legs, soothing any more distress the hair follicles might have. 

He moved your hand to rest against his chest, curled up comfortably, and just rested against his collarbone. 

“Pet? Can you sit up for some water?" You had to take your time, processing those words, before you nodded, trying to follow the command, but entirely unable. You shifted your head to the side, and a glass of cool water was pressed against your lips. A couple sips of cool water was all it took, and you sighed softly. Throat wetted again, you were able to breathe easier, more confidently. 

“Can I bring you upstairs for a bath?” It took a moment for you to understand the words, before you nodded, curling into his chest. Harding would take care of you, that much you were certain of. He was a good man, a man who would support you whenever you needed him. He would be there, that was sure. 

Most of the evening tapered into a hazy drone, Harding holding you, getting you to eat some food, some water.

Cleaned as well as possible, and the only issue being your sore muscles, you were laid down on the bed with him, He was prepared. Hardy was always prepared for you, well prepared In advance when he would try such involved scenes. 

Harding's arm was around your shoulders, pulling your torso to rest against his chest, pressed just securely enough to tilt your head into him. 

"Water, darling?" His voice was soft. Harding's voice was softer than the finest blankets, warmer than a fire roaring in front Of you. Your head managed to nod, and he guided the glass of water to your lips once more. You learnt back in the bed, curled into Hardy’s arms, secure in your bed. He was warm, he was comfortable, he was the one that you wanted to find yourself in the arms of every night. 

“Can I show you something before you go to bed, darling?” Your eyes cracked open, confusion clear on your face. 

“What’s that?” Hoarse voice, even still. He offered you a small rectangle, and you realised quickly it was a picture of the wax he had poured onto your body. A moment more of looking, and clarity pinged into your head. 

“My…” You looked up, brow furrowed. 

“Your newest painting. I recognized myself quite quickly when I first saw it hanging up.” It was an imperfect recreation, but as close as he could have managed with the wax. it was beautiful, and you looked into his rich eyes, before your hand cupped his cheek. You pulled his lips close to yours, and the press was all you needed to relax fully. 

“Can you hold me?” His response was shuffling around, and pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. 

“Of course.” Your head pressed into his chest, smelling his scent, the clean pyjamas, and the security that Harding offered you every day. “Happy anniversary, my love.” Your left hand was taken into his, and his lips pressed against the ring that had sat there for five years. You sluggishly copied his action, before rubbing his hand over your cheek. 

“I love you, Harding.” 

“I love you, too.” Your name was a caress in his voice. “Sleep well, my pet. I’ve got you.” 

You were glad you’d taken him up on his offer for the spare room those years ago.

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[thepoggersdilemma]

He is just mentioning Athena in there because he'd go insane if he focuses on Wright alone for more that 4 seconds.

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I wish these were better quality but im posting anyway 🌝

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[heeliopheelia]

CARLY WHAT ARE HYUNG LINE'S FAV POSITIONS IN BED?? 👁️👄👁️

hiii!! okay i actually had to do some thinking in here but there it is:

HEESEUNG

look i don't make rules but cowgirl with hee just sounds right yk? he just loves when you ride him!! it's perfect bcs he lets you control the pace at the beginning then finishes fucking you however he wants to when your legs finally give out from all the hassle 💯 and when you start clinging to him and press your tits to his chest - consider my man gone

prone bone okay i put this one in here bcs i can SO see him going absolutely feral at the feeling of how tight you are in this position, all sprawled out beneath him and completely left to his mercy 🫠 it's also a lot easier to hit your g-spot this way so you can't complain either ☝️

JAY

he's a giver alright, so even if technically it's not a position, he looooves face sitting a lot!! he just wants you to nearly suffocate him, so even if you try to not put all of your weight on him in concern for his health, he will literally grab your thighs and force you onto his face whether you want it or not... just take what he gives you, silly!! 😠 he's only fully satisfied when his face is completely burried in your pussy and he's DRENCHED in your juices 😽

look he's a simple man so - missionary. it gives him the best view at your face scrunching up or eyes rolling back as he fucks into you so well 🧎 it's also so intimate and jay is a very loving guy so he thrives off of miantaining eye contact with you, always looking for some subtle changes in your expression if you ever feel uncomfortable (mom i love him) 🫶

JAKE

i've already said it once but i'll say it again: jake is an avid doggy enthusiast 🗣️my man can't help it okay? he just loves your ass a little too much to pass the opportunity to get to look at it from a front row seat 😩 also likes to push down on your spine to make you arch more or pull your hair if you're into this kinda stuff 🥴

and another one i've mentioned before - reverse cowgirl!! also has a lot to do with the fact that it gets him the best access to your behind, sorry🤷but what really makes him love this position is how easily he can watch his dick slide in and out of you + he gets to grope your ass as much as he wants to so it's a win win for him really 👀

SUNGHOON

spooning which is often a result of cockwarming. whenever he has a tiring day at work, there's nothing more he loves than chilling with you on a couch and holding your body extremely close to his. it's so relaxing too!! he can go slower and deeper in this position than usually and more times than not it ends up with you milking him dry from all he has 🙆

full nelson - gosh i feel so hot all of sudden 💃 there goes me with my hard dom hoon agenda AND IT'S A PERFECT POSITION TO GO ALONG WITH IT 🗣️ like just imagine those big hands of his holding up your thighs as he bullies his cock into you from under you 🧍 he can also force the filthiest sounds out of you so easily like that!! WILL also choke you if you wanna, i-... i'll stop right here in consideration of my own mental health but you got the picture, right?

[dreaming-phat-booty]

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[ripempezardexerox]

Believe me when I tell you:

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[spy-light]

Red 🔴 📛 sus 💦 💦. Red 🔴 🔴 suuuus. I 👥👨 👁 said 💬 💬👱🏿💦 red 📛 🔴, sus 💦 💦, hahahahaha 😂 🤣. Why 😷🏫🤔 🤔 arent you 🤴👈 👈 laughing 🤬 😂? I 👁 👥 just made 👑 👑 a reference 👀👄🙀 👀👄🙀 to the popular 😂 😂 video 📼👀 📹 game 🎮🎲 🎮 "Among ☪ 💰 Us 👨 👨"! How can you 👉👨👩🏽 👈 not laugh 😆😂🤣 😂 at it? Emergeny meeting 💯 🤝! Guys 👦 👨, this here guy 👦 👱🏻👨🏻 doesnt laugh 😆😂 ☑😂😅 at my funny 😃 🍺😛😃 Among ☪ 💰 Us 👨 👨 memes 😂👌💯 😂! Lets 🙆 🙆 beat 👊🤜 😰👊 him 👴 👨 to death 💀 💀! Dead 💀 ☠ body 😍 💃 reported 🧐 🧐! Skip 🐧 🏃🏼! Skip 🐧 🐧! Vote 🔝 🔝 blue 💎💙🦋 💙! Blue 🔵 💙 was not an impostor 😠😤 😠. Among 🇷🇴🎛 🙆🏽🅰 us 😚👨😽 👨 in a nutshell 😠 😠 hahahaha 😂 😂. What?! Youre still 🤞🙌 🤞🙌 not laughing 😅 😂 your 👉 👉 ass 🍑 🅰 off 📴 📴☠? I 👁 👁 made 👑💯 👑 SEVERAL 💯 💯 funny 😃😅😂 😃❓ references 👀👄🙀 📖 to Among 🙆🏽🅰 💑👨‍❤️‍👨👩‍❤️‍👩 Us 👨 🇺🇸 and YOU 👈🏼 😂👉🔥 STILL 🙄 🙄 ARENT LAUGHING 😂😰 😂😎💦??!!! Bruh ⚠ 😳🤣😂. Ya 🙏 🙀 hear 🙉 👂 that? Wooooooosh 💦👽👾 💦👽👾. Whats 😦 😦 woooosh 🚁 🚁? Oh 🙀 🙀, nothing 🚫 🚫. Just the sound 🔊 🔊 of a joke 😂 😂 flying 🐦 ✈ over 😳🙊💦 🔁 your 👉 👉 head 💆 💆. Whats 🤔 🤔 that? You 👉🙍‍♂️ 👉 think 💭 💭 im 💘 💘 annoying 😠 😠? Kinda 🍕 🙅 sus 3️⃣ 💦, bro 👆 🌈☺👬. Hahahaha 😂 😂! Anyway 🔛 🔛, yea 😀 💯, gotta 🔫✌🏼 👉 go 🏃 🏃 do tasks ✔ 📋. Hahahaha 😂 😂!

BRIGHTNEY AND RODGER TAKE -6 HP!

Your move was SUPER powerful!

BRIGHTNEY and RODGER are confused!

[mintytealfox]

I'm not sure but you made nortalice fanart of smol Alice and giant Norton where he was angry that she shrunk somehow....... I wanna.. see more about smol Alice and giant Norton and mayhaps fugo too :3

i wanted to do more art for this SO BADLY 😭😭😭

but I couldn't and it makes me SAD orz artblock PLS RELEASE ME

but I SURE CAN YAP ABOUT IT 👀👀🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Can you IMAGINE Fool's Gold without Norton's full consciousness with shrunk Alice OH MY GOSH it could be like

Alice: "okay now wait a min" -hands out like she is herding a t-rex- FG: -heart eyes- Alice: "Norton" FG: -HEART EYES- Alice: "NORTON" FG: -grabs her and snuggles her to his cheek- "so soooooft~ like a gold nugget~" Alice: "OOF--yes yes okay, relaaaaax" -pat pats his cheek-

Norton just MORTIFIED hearing about this later when he is back to normal. He would be that one anime trope of being sad in the corner with mushrooms growing on him PFF

----

I can for real see Alice shrinking all the time cause she would find it so easy to get into places she shouldn't, hiding, and eavesdropping~ Then drinking another to get back to normal for regular snooping.

Girl would be drinking all the things

while Norton is just "there is NO WAY that isn't going to have long lasting consequences. You're going back and forth and all over the place. STOP" Alice: "I'll be fiiiine"

Norton is big time ❌❌❌🙅🙅🙅👎👎👎👎👎 with that shrinking business

while Melly is 👌👌👌👍👍👍👍🙆🙆🙆🙆👍👍👍 and wants to JOIN her on her small ventures LOL

Melly: "I would love this opportunity to spend time with my little creatures~" Alice: "Awwww~ Sure have some~"

Norton at the other side of the room, keep his distance from their freak antics: 🧍 "wHaT is WRONG with the TWO of YOU???" 🤨🤨🤨🤨 ----

Alice not wanting to use too much of her potions: "Norton can you help me get up there so--" Norton: "NOPE, I know where you're headed, you shouldn't even be snooping there" Alice: "please?" Norton: "No way" Alice: "I will give you whatever money I find" Norton: "........you better find at least 5 pounds" Alice: ☺️☺️☺️

----

While Fool's Gold is allllll

FG: "stay like this always and let me adore you and take you everywhere you want to go" Alice: "ooookay simmer down lol" 💞

[merrycrisis-if]

What are the ros top 3 emojis they use?

Personally for my mc are: 😊🙊🙆

Nat

A true boomer when it comes to technology/texting would rather meet irl or call, even if its just to say hi. It shows in the emoji choices. <author relates>

😊🤩❤️

Shay

Flirty text extraordinaire. Though they also tend to leave people on read because they generally prefer to find a time to hang out in real life.

😘😏🙈 (and for some reason when I imagine Shay in an established relationship, I'm convinced they'd use 👀 and 💩 often)

Qiu

Absolutely not an emoji-user, even in high school. They have something against the fact that emojis have VAGUE and AMBIGUOUS meanings.

Sometimes uses :-) or >:( or :] though. The one time they typed :p, MC did not stop giving them shit / citing it for WEEKS after

[fapper]

It’s COCKtober 🍆🎃 u know what that means 👀👅 Dick sucking awareness month 😯🙆👅 send this to 12 of ur closet hoes 👭😈 that love that dick 🍆🍆🍆💦💦💦 🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃 🎃 🎃🎃 🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃 🎃 🎃🎃🎃 🎃🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃 🎃🎃🎃🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 THOT-O-WEEN 🎃is upon us !! If you get this message ✉ you are queen👸 of the thots!!! Forward this to 7⃣ of the 🍆ThOtTiEsT🍆 thots 💁 that you know will get some 👉👌 soon !!! If you don’t, be prepared 🙍 for 6⃣9⃣ days of bad luck ⚠ 🍀

[yunxi-11085]

what about yanqing with jing yuan’s daughter??

OMLL I haven't thought of that ????

imagine superrr protective Jing yuan father who doesn't let anyone touch his dear daughter

idk if you want platonic or romantic (young love ah.) so I tried to incorporate them in 👀👀 (did I do a good job?

Jing yuan is superrr overprotective over you, you might think he gets too paranoid sometimes but yk he just wants to know you are safe from the mara-struck n bad people!

your hair is being taken care of by Jing yuan and he tries many different hairstyles on you plus he's really professional at it! I mean look at Jing yuan's fluffy hair!

you do the same thing to Jing yuan's fluffy hair too! he still looks as handsome with his hair all over the place. Jing yuan always said when you were a toddler you would sit on his shoulders and grab at his hair like a cowboy on a horse

when you and yanqing first met, he was slightly shorter than you. you made quite a few funny statements about it. now he's the same height as you! he might even tip toe just to appear taller than you hehe

yanqing was superr nervouse when he started to do sword practice with Jing yuan but you reassured him that your father isn't called the dozing general for nothing! he knows a lot about the sword and can fix your technique!

you would accompany yanqing in his sword shopping journeys sometimes. but most times you were busy doing some little quests Jing yuan gives you to learn abt some stuff

though most times all three of you might have little tea parties after sword practice

💗

yanqing secretly has a crush on you yk?? even he himself doesn't realizes it

he would wonder why his heart is beating so fast whenever your hand brushes against his and how his face turns red like a tomato when you pat his head because he's cute

maybe you also like him too? you'd make little paper origami and gift them to yanqing and he would be super stoked. you probably didn't notice, but he has a full shelf of them now

so little funny incidents later~ you both are now together :)))

maybe Jing yuan was a little 😶

"wanna hold hands?" you held your hand out to the blonde, who cheerfully accepted. something fluttered in your heart. you finally realized, just now.

it was love

thank you anon for my first ask?? I should do more of these (⁠⊃⁠ ⁠•⁠ ^ ⁠•⁠ ⁠)⁠⊃

I needed to write that last part I was going crazy 🙆🙆

[auntymurda]

HAPPY 🎉🎩 2️⃣0️⃣2️⃣5️⃣ 😂 YOU 👆 TWENTY 🌈🌈 TWENTY 🎊 WIVES‼️A NEW YEAR🗓️ 🏌💁 MEANS 👉🤔 NEW 🐓🍆COCKS 🍌TO 🌂GLUCK 🍗🐔NEW 🎀 PUSSIES 🌺TO 🔢💦 SUCK 💦 AND 👏 NEW TITTIES 🍒💥TO FUCK‼️‼️‼️ 🙌 2️⃣0️⃣2️⃣4️⃣ 😷💕 HAD 📈UPS⬆️AND 📉DOWNS ⬇️BUT IT’S 🙄😳 TIME 🕟 TO CELEBRATE 🙆 🎊AND 👏💮 GO ✔ DOWN 👇 ON 🚶 SOME 🔇🍭 DROPPING 🪩BALLS 💦💦 TONIGHT 😫😫 AS 🌕THE 🚀COCK 🐓 STRIKES 👏👏 TWELVE🕛‼️‼️ COMMENORATE 🍾 THE 💉🏅 NEW 👌👆 YEAR🤗 BY 😈 KISSING 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩😗😘 YOUR 👏 FRIENDS 😏👫 ON 👌 ALLLL 💯THEIR 💢💋LIPS 👄 🌮TO 😩 START 🏁🍆 YOUR 🚢 👯‍♀️SLUTTING 💃OFF 👯‍♂️RIGHT🫦‼️‼️‼️ 👉✔ JUST 👏🤫DON’T 🙈GET🙈 PREGNANT🤐WITH A 👦 BABY 👶 NEW 👌 YEAR 😣 OF 🚋 YOUR 👉👉 OWN‼️‼️ ☯ SEND 💌THIS ⬇😬 TO 📮YOUR 🔝1️⃣0️⃣ 🕛💸 TWENTY 🎊🎊 TWENTY 🍾WIVES🕺 TO PROVE🫶YOU’RE 😍👀 A 📢 TRUE ✌️NEW 🆕 YEAR 😻NYMPHO‼️‼️ GET 5️⃣ ☠ BACK ❌🔙 AND 🍆 YOUR 👀👈 OVARIES 💄WILL EXPLODE 💥🔥 LIKE THE ➡👏 TITAN 🛳️SUB ⚓️💩👨 LAST 🔚⬅ JUNE‼️ GET 🔟☝ BACK ���AND 💰 YOU’RE 👇🔥EVEN🌩 HOTTER 🔥THAN JULY’S 🎇 🧠☀️RECORD 🤑 BREAKING 👣TEMPERATURES🥵‼️‼️ ❄ 1️⃣5️⃣ 🔙❔ BACK 😤 FOR 🌹🚦 A CHANCE 🧞‍♂️TO 💰 FUCK THE TWINK🧜‍♂️ FROM THE 🌊SENATE 💯 HEARING ROOM 🔊🚹 THIS PAST ⛄️☃️DECEMBER‼️ GETTING 0️⃣ BACK 🙄⬅ MEANS 😼 YOU’LL 🅱️ 🐝💪 DRYER 🏜️THAN 🤢 HENRY🤮 KISSINGER’S 💩ROTTING🧛🤒DICK 🌭IN🍆 HELL‼️‼️ HOPE YOUR ASS 🍑TAKES 🔥ALL 💯OF 💦🔴 2️⃣0️⃣2️⃣5️⃣ 🕑 LIKE A 👌 GOOD 😫👍 LITTLE 👯WHORE🕺🕺💃 AND IT 👀LEAVES 🍃🍃 YOU 💦SOAKED 💧🚿AND 🍆👏 🙏BEGGING🧎‍♂️FOR 👊🖍 MORE‼️ 😩🤯💣🔛🔝🔜

[the-lonelyshepherd]

can you stop being polish.... it's actually really triggering for me :/

I🙇‍♂️love💝poland🇵🇱

I 🕺love💗 Poland 🇵🇱- Poland🤔?

I🙎‍♂️ love 😍Poland🇵🇱 - Why🤷‍♂️?

I🤸 love 💞Poland 🤍❤️- I👆 hadn't🙅‍♂️ belive👥 ya🤒

I🧍 love 😎Poland🇵🇱 - Poland😳?

I👀 love💖 Poland⬜🟥 - Why⁉️?

I💁‍♂️ love👍 Poland🇵🇱 - Shut🤬 up🆙!

I 👱‍♂️love 💕driving🛣️ by 👄my👨‍🔧 car🚘

And🐸 the👍 road 🌁its 🧳not❌ so 😲far🔜

Berlin🌃, London🎡, Moscow💒 too✅

It's👉 my🙎‍♂️ love🥰 I 🛡️tell💬 you🙆 true⚜️

When📅 I 🧥came🚗 to🧳 Poland🏡

I🧔 saw 👁️my🙍‍♂️ car 🚘was🥨 stolen🏃‍♂️

It🧍 was 😡my 🙍‍♂️favourite💘 truck🚚

I 👦said 🗣️f**king 🤬kurwa 😒mać❌!

I 👁️love💟 Poland🇵🇱 - Poland🤔?

I 🤾‍♂️love💝 Poland🤍❤️ - Why🧐?

I💂 love😘 Poland🇵🇱 - I 😓hadn't❌ belive👎 ya📉

I🧢 love💓 Poland⚪🔴 - Poland⁉️?

I🙆‍♂️ love😍 Poland 🇵🇱- Why🤷‍♂️?

I🧏 love ❣️Poland ⬜🟥- Shut🤬 up♐!

I 🦹love💗 driving🚘 by🧶 my🧘‍♂️ car🚙

And👍 the🧳 road 🛣️its💿 not🔜 so🚷 far⛽

Berlin🏗️, London🏟️, Moscow🎢 too✅

It's🪑 my🧖‍♂️ love👨‍❤️‍👨 I☝️ tell 🗯️you👤 true📢

When⏳ I🤪came 🚥to 🚕Poland🇵🇱

I 😬saw👀 my 👨‍🦳car 🚙was🙍‍♂️ stolen🦝

It 🧀was 🎾my💁‍♂️ favourite😩 truck🚛

I🐬 said🐵 f**king 🤬kurwa 💀mać🤜!

I 👨‍🦱love 💙Poland🇵🇱(2x)

I 😏love 💞Poland⚪🔴 - I 😡don't 😖belive 🧼ya🏃‍♂️

I😲 love💝 Poland🤍❤️(3x)

I 👈had💁‍♂️ really✅ pretty 💃car🚙

(baby🙋 you👉 have🥳 as🎋 so🖼️ far➡️

Don't🚫 be 🐝shy😔, come 🚶with 👫us😊

We👮 will ✅show 👀you��‍♀️ amouros💏)

Then🕔 I🙆‍♂️ say🗨️ in⤵️ Poland🇵🇱

Have🦝 not❌ car 🚙but 🤷‍♂️I👆 don't😌 mind🐘

Chicks🧍‍♀️ in ⤴️Poland 🇵🇱are ✅so 💟hot🥵

I 🙆‍♂️love 💞Poland 🇵🇱kurwa 😳mać👍!

We👨 will 👀show👫 you🧏‍♀️ amouros💏(3х)

Kurwa🙏 mać!😳(5х)

Chicks🧘‍♀️ in🌃 Poland 🇵🇱are😜 so 📈hot🍑

I 👨love 💖Poland 🇵🇱kurwa 🔞mać!🥴(2х)

I🙇‍♂️ love💘 Poland⬜🟥(3х)

I🧍 love🥰 Poland🇵🇱 - Poland🤔?

I 🤠love💖 Poland⚪🔴 - Why🤷‍♂️?

I 🤳love💌 Poland🇵🇱 - Shut 😡up😱!

I👨‍🔧 love💕 Poland🇵🇱

[youssri-1]

الحمام زمان قبل عصر السخان

😂😂😂

وإحناصغيرين كنا بنكره الحموم ليه ؟؟🤔😤🛀

لإن أمهاتنا الله يرحمهم كانوا بيعذبونا لما نستحمى

أول ما تقول بصوت أشبه بصوت ريا وسكينه ( يلا ع الحمام ) وكان لازم يوم الجمعة سواء صيف او شتا

😮

طبعا الحمام بالدور الكبير قبل الصغير ولما أسمع أخويا الكبير بيستغيث ويبكي وهي بتحميه وأنا ف الأوضه منتظر دوري لتنفيذ الحكم بأترعش من الخوف 🤐🤐..

من هنا تبدأ رحلة العذاب 😫😈

تقليع الهدوم 😣🙆

وهي بتقلعني تحس إنها بتنتّف ريش فرخه 😌🐔

وودني كل واحدة بتروح ف ناحية تبقي شبه جناحات الطيارة ⁦✈⁩⁦✈⁩ وحظك بقي لما تبقي دماغك أكبر من هدومك دي قصه تانيه خالص 😲

وطول ما أنا بأستحمي قاعد مقرفص. 🙊⁦🙇🚼

طيب يا حاجه رجليّ وجّعتني

تزغدني وتقولي إقفل بؤك 🤦🙊

بالنسبه للميّة لازم تكون تحت درجة الغليان💥💨💣⁦♨⁩

ياُمي لحمي داب !! بيجي الزغد الثاني 👀

لما تدعك راسي كأنها بتدعك مصباح علاء الدين عشان يطلّع المارد🙏⁦⁦🌪⁩

وراسي تروح يمين وشمال تحس إن فيه زلزال 🚫

والمشكله لما ينزل الصابون على وشك وهي بتشيله تلخبط ملامح وشك ..غير حرقان العينين تقولك اقفل عينك عشان الصابون ميخشش في عينك بس بعد ايه بقي لما عينك تتملي رغاوي كانهم ازازه كاكولا بتفور 😰😨

المشكله إن الصابونة أجمد من الحجر لما تدعك بيها جسمي كأنها حجر تجليخ 😤😤 كان صابون نابلسي افخر انواع الصابون في عصرنا آنذاك (قبل اختراع الشامبوهات)

نيجي بقى لما تمسك مناخيرك🤥

وتقولك ( نفففففف )😪😪

بأنف من ودني .. لأنه كل فتحات التنفس مقفوله

فقرة التلييف 😤

بتمسك الليفة وبتفركها ف الصابونة تحس إن جزار بيسن سكاكينه للدبح 🔪🔪

والا فركها للجسم أهدّي شويه يا حاجه أنا حاسس إنك بتبشري جبنة🧀

فقرة التنشيف😬😬

تمسك الفوطه وتفرك بيها جسمك كله في رأسي بأحس أن شعري ب��طلع ف الفوطه😳

ولازم جسمي يبقى لونه أحمر وإلا تعيد التنشيف😟

بعد الحمام تطلع تبص على نفسك في المراية والبخار طالع من جسمك كأنك حله بخار 😩

صوابعي مش حاسس بيها ولون الجسم أبيض واحمر من كثر الدعك 😢

تلبيس الهدوم 😲

راسك قد رقبه التيشرت خمس مرات وعايزه تدخلها بالعافيه

بتلبس أول تيشيرت وثاني تيشيرت..😲👕

ويا ويلك لو الكم فلت منك تقولك

( إقفل كمّك عشان تلبس الزفت الثاني )

نيجي لتسريح الشعر 🙇

وحفاظا على تنظيف الراس من الشوائب .. بتغرز المشط ف راسك كأنها بتحرت الأرض وطبعا في احتمال إن أسنان المشط توصل لمخك والمصيبه بقى لو كانت فلايه 😂😂😂😂

منقول 😁

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