#'baby you know an hour’s not enough for what I want to do with you' SCREAMINGGGG

[waterloverextreme]

I called these "taken by a Strange Mood"; Like in the videogame Dwarf Fortress. Sometimes you either find yourself doing or making something with extreme compulsion. Or fist-fighting the trees because it won't give you fur.

Normally I stay away from people cause I know I will try to pick fights with them.... So I go to the Kitchen; which I needed to ban myself from!!

Things I have done during a Strange Mood [Kitchen Edition]

Decided to make my sister a Hot Chocolate. Forgot what a hot chocolate was. Poured a mug up to the brim with hot water. Stared at it. Took the container of hot chocolate mix and DUMPED IT onto the mug. Was confused why it was all over the counter.

Stared at the metal coil stovetop as it was bright red after cooking. A few seconds later it was no longer burning red as I turned the stovetop off. Thought, "It's still hot, but HOW hot is it?". Proceeded to touch the heating element. Went "hmmm it's hot enough for me to be in a lot of pain", like a dumbass. As I've never touched a hot stove before what the frick was I trying to compare it to???

Made the most digusting meal of soggy wet white bread, and visibly moldy cream cheese. Because, "someone needs to eat this before we need to throw it out".

Stared at the ceiling until it looked like flesh moving

Took 12 cups and filled them with water. Placed them around my bedroom (different floor of the house) to feel what it was like to be Jack and Jill fetching water if they didn't fall down.

Wanted to re-experience being 5 and rolling down the stairs without getting a single bruise... I am too tall now and it was awkward and painful.

Spent hours imagining gravity shifted and I got stuck on the ceiling of the kitchen. Which still gets my heart pumping just thinking about it. Harrowing! DO NOT ATTEMPT

Laid down on the floor because that would hopefully stop myself from going outside. Got distracted by trying to retrieve the dusty cat toy under the fridge. The cats watched me.

Tell myself over and over to not put utensils in the microwave. Just cause I forgot a spoon in there once and didn't explode doesn't mean anything!

Spin. Like a lot. Especially right under the ceiling light which if I did the tiniest hop would impail my head.

These aren't the most interesting as I said. I have banned myself from the Kitchen. I only allow myself premade snacks like crackers or canned fruit. As like- I get real dangerous and dumb.

If I feel a strange mood coming whilst with people? My main way to deflect it is to unironically challenge people to "1v1 me on club penguin". That doesn't exist anymore so most people take it as a joke. Usually it defuses into me coming up with more wild and improbable dueling oppurtunities. At least until I can think of an excuse to seperate myself or direct the energy elsewhere.

Usually I try to put myself in the least dangerous location I can. Like I know the signs for myself, so I often put as much distance between myself, outside, and places with oopsie daisy objects as possible.

Shout out to the time I was locked out of the house so I decided to ought to live behind the shed. No one would find me there. I can hop the fence to come and go. Much like a wasp. As that's better for society. Unironically I was planning to restart my life and become a runaway. Since y'know wasps and bees are less likely to sting you if you are familiar to them. I am lucky the key to the shed was inside. I didn't get to interact with the gas canisters or live wasp nest.

Everyone is one Strange Mood from discovering the wonders of life or doing something they'd really regret.

As like- when I am in this mood I would unironically agree to taking a bus for hours to fist fight someone... Me, a person who handles pressure, competition, or conflict with the grace of a wrung out wet paperbag. In a Strange Mood that's all gone baby! I WOULD wrestle a crocodile to release it in a food court; Where it belongs!! Like God and Zoo Tycoon intended!!

I am so lucky I wasn't born in Florida

99% of "mysterious disappearances" esp of people in their 20s who start acting weird for 48 hours and then vanish are not mysterious, thats just when a lot of reality-obliterating mental illness tends to kick in and it's pretty easy to get a short circuit in your brain that makes you go family guy death pose in joshua tree national park. it's not any less tragic, it's just a documented phenomenon and not particularly predictable. its a big reason the medical advice is for people with a family history of schizophrenia to completely avoid weed and psychedelics. "people just go crazy sometimes" is a principle of human health that used to be a lot more accepted prior to the american midcentury and to a certain extent thats a healthier way to conceptualize and prepare for the risk, as opposed to the modern assertion that anyone acting weird is dangerous and broken forever.

[sarahsangelicdoll]

જ⁀➴ icky s1 Rafe finds your secret tumblr blog . . .

To say you were addicted to tumblr was an understatement, and Rafe had absolutely no idea why you were so addicted to the god forsaken app. After dinner it was as if the world outside no longer mattered nor existed. Laying on your or his bed and focusing intently on your phone screen, muttering ‘tumblr’ every time he asked, every night. It was bad enough that you hid your phone every time he tried to peak over your shoulder at what you were doing. Throughout the day you always stopped to check your tumblr. Falling behind Rafe as your steps trailed off and you checked tumblr. And shocked was an understatement to explain Rafes reaction when you sheepishly admitted you had more than twenty hours average total screen time on tumblr just by Friday.

And now, Rafe saw an opportunity. You showering in the washroom connected to Rafes room. Sabrina Carpenter blaring within his room so that you could hear it from the bathroom. Thank god his parents and Wheezie were gone to some event for Wheezies school. Sarah probably off with Topper somewhere.

Rafe leaned against his pillows, Xbox controller in his hand as he continuously eyed your phone, which was charging on his desk, left on and unlocked. He had an urge to go and look, but at the same time didn’t want to deal with your complaints later. And quite frankly, he didn’t want to get up.

But then, Rafe remembered. Remembered how you had somehow accumulated nearly thirty hours of tumblr screen time by the end of the week. And his urge to look overtook him as he huffed and threw his controller to the side. Rafe had to know what was oh so interesting on tumblr that you spent quite literally hours on it daily.

Rafe ran his hands through his greasy hair as he walked up to his desk. Ripping your charger out of your phone as he grabbed the flimsy piece of metal and made his way back to bed. Freezing once his butt touched the bed and his eyes widening as he read the first line he saw; “You gripped the sheets, pussy gripping around his cock like a vice as he spilled his cum into you, filling you to the brim.”

Rafe snorted as he leaned back against the pillows, his arm moving to rest behind his head, smirk forming on his face as he scrolled down and saw various posts, majority following the same theme: breeding. Rafe raised his brow and bit his lip as realization dawned on him; you had a fucking breeding kink you never told him about.

Adding onto his shock, Rafe nearly choked once he saw that your own blog had a whole bunch of porn reblogged or inappropriate writing, some of it your own writing. His eyes darted towards the bathroom as he heard the shower shut off, licking his lips as he looked back at your phone. Rafe could feel himself stirring in his pants as he grew increasingly excited. Now he understood why ‘Juno’ was your favourite song. The clues clicking in his head.

Your phone was quickly turned off and hid under the pillow as the bathroom door open, yourself walking out, towel wrapped around your body. “Hey.” You said simply, shooting Rafe a smile as you quickly grabbed a pair of panties, bra, shorts and sweatshirt from your bag.

“Hey,” Rafe mimicked, stretching as he got up from the bed, moving towards you. His eyes darting down to your ass as you dropped the towel from your figure and onto the floor. Untwisting your pair of baby blue underwear, however before you could put them on Rafes hands planted themselves onto the curves of your waist and moved down teasingly to your thighs. “No no don’t put those on yet,” Rafe teased, squeezing your thighs gently. You could feel his hard on pressing against your ass, only confined from his sweats.

“If you love me right, then who knows? I might let you make me Juno”

Rafe smirked as he heard the lyrics, ‘perfect timing’ Rafe thought to himself as he leaned down to start littering your neck with kisses. “Let me ‘make you Juno’?”

⟡ ݁₊ . written by sarahsangelicdoll, 2024 on tumblr! © do not repost on any third party website or repost as yours.

⟡ ݁₊ . four posts in a single day? i’m on fire today | only proofread once

[majestyeverlasting]

Hellooo, can I please request a Joel miller x reader oneshot where the reader had a really bad day at work and she’s calling him from the bathroom crying and he immediately rushes to pick her up? 🥰🩷

𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

Pairing Joel Miller x Female Reader 

Summary A disheartening setback at work leads you to call Joel, who always knows exactly what you need [fluff, 1.6k].

A/N Thank you so much for this request and your patience, anon! Really enjoyed writing this one.

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Hi, are you busy right now?

A heavy exhale is freed from your chest the moment you hit send. It’s quiet in the bathroom except for the rhythmic drip of the leaky sink faucet. Muffled voices arise from the hallway as people pass by, some preparing to commute home. Warm tears stream down your cheeks. 

No sooner does your phone vibrate to life, a picture of you and Joel at McKinney Falls filling the screen. There isn’t much time to compose yourself before you press the accept button with a shaky thumb. 

“Hey, sweetheart. Got done early today, we’re cleaning up the site,” Joel greets, wind in the background. Tommy’s voice emits from nearby as well, followed by rowdy, cackling laughter. “Hold on a second, lemme get someplace quiet.” 

“Okay,” you murmur. 

There’s shuffling on his end of the line that eventually subsides. It’s still worth clinging to even though he’s miles away. 

“Sorry about that. Everything alright?” Concern dances around the edges of his words. You can tell he’s trying to keep them from being consumed. 

After Sarah moved out for college, he’d gotten better at accepting that every phone call he received from her didn’t automatically mean trouble. Most of the time, she simply wanted to catch up now that she lived two hours away. 

However, the opposite was true between you and Joel. Nowadays, you spend so much time together that there’s seldom a need to talk on the phone. The fact that you were calling him, from work, no less, meant something was up. 

You swallow the lump in your throat, but it doesn’t do much for the wavering of your voice when you finally speak up again, “Just wanted to hear your voice.” 

Your subsequent sniffle makes him grow still. You can see it through the phone. It’s in the way he doesn’t immediately respond, gears undoubtedly turning in his head. 

“Talk to me, sweetheart.” There’s a gentle, almost melodic quality to his voice that makes you wish you could lay your head on his chest and feel the rumble of his words. 

“Today’s just been a lot,” you tell him. “You know Alexander, the Bulletin’s editor?” He makes a small sound of affirmation. “It wasn’t his decision, but he pulled me aside to let me know my feature has been put on hold for further revision.” 

Relaying the news makes fresh tears well in your eyes. Over the past few weeks, Joel has watched you pour yourself into each stage of constructing the story to do the subjects justice—the meticulous research, heartfelt interviews, and late nights perfecting every draft. 

It was a labor of love, a piece that sought to illuminate the struggles of longtime Austin residents, artists, and small business owners navigating the challenges of gentrification and displacement. 

“Something about it being redundant.” Which, for all you knew, could be higher-up code for we don’t want this stepping on the toes of donors with deep pockets.  

“You’re kidding,” Joel grouses, disappointed for you. 

You shake your head even though he can’t see you. “I wish I was,” you breathe. “Redundant, yet they’ve got room for age-old dieting tips and holiday gift guides every year,” you say, voice wavering. 

“I know, I hear you. I’m so sorry, baby,” he soothes, releasing a heavy sigh. “At least it hasn’t been canned entirely. That’s worth something.”  

He’s right, but it still feels like a slap in the face considering all the time invested. From you and everyone who shared their story. 

“It just sucks,” you sniffle. “I didn’t get enough sleep last night, and now I feel even worse.” A dull ache has settled in your temples. 

Shuffling arises on Joel’s end of the line again, and you remember that he’s still on site. 

“I’m sorry. You can go if you need to.” 

Instead, he comes back with, “Hang tight, okay? Gonna come get you.” 

When you bite your lip instead of responding, he keeps talking, “Should be there in twenty, give or take.” 

As appealing as it sounds to be whisked away, reality is quick to set in. 

“No, it’s fine, Joel. Tommy and the guys need you. I couldn’t ask you to do that.” 

“Wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t good for it,” he replies. 

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Outside, you’re met with a relaxed breeze and the dwindling warmth of downtown, where the sun eases towards the horizon. A few tourists mill around, men and women in business casual stride by with messenger bags. At Joel’s truck, which is parallel parked across the street, he gets the door for you. An 80s station plays low on the radio, Bruce Springsteen’s Born to Run faintly recognizable. 

You watch as he rounds to the driver’s side in that relaxed stride you love. He looks handsome despite his mused hair and the specks of dried paint on his shirt. When he climbs in, you’ve taken notice of the ice-cold raspberry tea in the cupholder closest to you. 

Along the way, he’d stopped and gotten it from the cafe you and Sarah frequented whenever she was visiting from school. You only went alone as an occasional treat, but he knew how much you liked it. 

A smile buds on his face when you pick it up and take a grateful sip. There’s a softness to his gaze that makes warmth bloom in your chest. With him, even the little things seemed to say, I see you. 

When you extend the cup his way in a silent offer, he waves you off. However, curiosity gets the better of him after he pulls off the curb. “Guess a sip won’t hurt.”

For the first time in what feels like hours, you smile when Joel hums at the flavor. For a moment, it doesn’t feel like the world is ending anymore. When he places his hand on your thigh, you intertwine your fingers with his, and he gives your hand a squeeze. 

A comfortable silence settles between you. It isn’t until you’ve left downtown that Joel speaks up again, voice measured and sure, “Your story will get out. Those guys know good journalism when they see it, and they’re gonna have to run it.” 

You glance over at him, your lower lip caught between your teeth as hope kindles in your chest.

“Hell, I’ll make my own publication if that’s what it takes. The Miller Times.” 

A chuckle bubbles out of you, but you could cry at the same time. For an entirely different reason this time. 

“I could get in trouble for going to a different publisher,” you remind him, running your thumb over the back of his hand as a small smile plays on your lips. “I’m on staff.”  

“I know, honey.” Joel squeezes your hand, a playful glint in his eyes. “Admit it, though. You thought about it for a second. The Miller Times has a nice ring to it.” 

He can see you fighting against your growing smile. “It’s alright.” 

“I’ll take that,” he concedes. Then, a greater air of sincerity settles over him. “What’s that one saying—setbacks are setups for something better.” 

You nod, gazing out the window as you turn into his neighborhood. 

“Don’t let this weigh you down.” 

You felt worlds lighter with him. 

•••

The warm spray of the shower feels so good against your skin that you remain under it even after the day’s troubles have washed away. Three months ago, you would’ve had to use Joel’s body wash, but your products and belongings had since made their way here. Some, he bought because he knew you’d be around, and others—namely, clothes—that migrated from your apartment. 

The word home has lost its shape in that regard. Not in a detached way of not belonging in any one place, but in that Joel’s house had begun to feel like just as much of a home as your cozy one-bedroom a few miles away. 

When you finally step out of the shower, a towel wrapped around yourself, you can see straight into the bedroom, where Joel is stretched across the bed. The sound of the shower door closing prompts him to sit up with a low grunt. You offer a shy smile upon meeting his gaze. 

“Promise I’m not creepin’ around,” he says, standing to his feet. “Just wanted to see if your headache was gone. Can bring up some Tylenol if you need it.” 

“It’s fine. I feel better now,” you assure. With a satisfied nod, he turns to leave with the intent of giving you space, but stops in his tracks when you speak up again, “You’re allowed to creep around if you want. I don’t mind.” 

Joel saunters into the bathroom doorway, propping an arm against the frame. The motion causes his bicep to strain against the sleeve of his shirt. Getting to see you like this, the intimacy of it all, always makes him feel grateful and warm. 

“Oh, yeah?” 

“You’re the boss,” you lilt.

With a low chuckle, Joel pushes out of the doorway and moves to stand behind you. You stare at your joint reflection as he rests his large hands on your hips, then leans down to press a delicate kiss to your bare shoulder. His frame is broad and rugged behind you, but his eyes are kind. 

When you rest your hands over his, he presses a second kiss to the crook of your neck. Then another just beneath your ear. His lips are so soft and warm against your damp skin that you can’t help the shiver that runs down your spine and makes you press back into him. 

“I like you like this,” he whispers. “Relaxed…smiling.”

Now that you’re in his arms, it’s hard to imagine having stayed at the newsroom. With the meetings, chatty colleagues, and constant blue light. It’s quieter here with Joel. The world at large has disappeared while your smaller one keeps turning.

“I didn’t realize how much I needed this,” you admit. 

But Joel did. He always did. 

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Thank you so much for reading. Like, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. I promise I see them all.

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[kaisaerinlover]

inspired by @twijaxx take on the kaiser scene at the end of ep 14 😍😍😍

imagine kaiser booked a nice little hotel getaway for you both to get a way for a bit on his break, a really rare occurrence for him. he barely ever gets a break from football so it’s nice to escape once in a while and have some normalcy. berlin is a really nice city too, and kaiser’s pockets are deep enough to afford the best of the best. that’s why you’re both sitting on the balcony after his shower, sipping at champagne worth more money than either of you could have envisioned a few years ago. kaiser likes treating himself to the luxuries of life; expensive champagne, 5 star hotels, designer robes, exquisite jewellery. but most of all you. you are the greatest luxury of them all.

and you know how to use that nice little mouth you have on you as well - so almost every single night like this ends with you on your knees sucking his cock, taking it so well.

and tonight isn’t any different, he’s a bit drunk, you’re sober. he throws you that charming smirk that no girl can resist, not even you, and you know what he wants. the city is so beautiful at this time. it’s a shame your view is obstructed by his cock, or not, you like the sight and he knows you do. he has you on your knees beneath the opaque table, has you at his feet exactly where he likes you, almost spoon feeding you his length. and you open your mouth so meekly. so willing and so obedient for him just how he likes it.

you know you’re doing a good job the way his hand is tangled in your hair and he’s pushing your head down on his cock so hard your nose is smashed into his pubic bone. but neither of you care; you’re both as disgusting and perverted as each other. “keep going f’ me baby” he breathes out. and he feels like he’s about to cum, he really does, until his phone vibrates on the table. you expect him to not answer because of the way he growls in such an irritated manner, until you hear him breathe a sigh of relief. before he can even answer you stop sucking him and look up at him with big pouty eyes. “micha are you really gonna answer at a time like this?” god he wants to destroy you, he really fucking does. looking at you with saliva coating your pretty pink lips and teary eyes whilst you’re on your knees looking so desperate to have his dick lodged in your throat again, you’re a sight for sore eyes. but he just rolls his eyes and snaps at you “obviously, if i was going to press answer before you stopped sucking me, stupid whore” you’re used to his chastising at this point. so you just whine up at him, before he shuts you up again with one thrust of his cock back in your mouth. you’re mad, you look ridiculous with your angry pouting face and his shaft in your mouth. he does a shushing motion to you before he starts speaking on the phone.

he knows you won’t do anything against him, so he just leaves you to cockwarm him whilst he talks. you’re dumb and malleable, so he knows the call doesn’t need to be made in private. every so often he leans down and smacks your cheek affectionately, but god. the wait is so fucking agonising. it really feels like it’s been an hour. you just want to taste his cum, feel his cock, have his fingers inside you, anything. but you’re forced to sit on your knees whilst he makes some stupid call.

so you do something a little unprecedented, especially for a girl who kaiser thought was so obedient. you stand up from where you were originally kneeling and sit yourself down on his cock. and boy is he mad, he’s never shoved his hands over a phone speaker so fast. “what are you doing you fucking idiot?” his words are sharp and he hisses them at you. you just whine back at him. “you’re making me wait too long- don’t w-wanna wait- ah” he wants to fucking punch you right now, wants to grab your jaw and break it. he really fucking does. thank god he’s holding his hand over the speaker or they’d hear those precious moans that only HE deserves to hear. kaiser is really angry at you, but this call is important, so he simply brings his mouth to your ear and whispers, “fine stay like this then, but you better be a good fucking girl yeah? behave or you won’t cum tonight.” and you’re elated, you really are. you feel so full with his cock inside you. kaiser just dead eyes you and goes back to talking with whoever is on the other end. some boring football stuff, you suppose.

but god, this is even more agonising than before now; you stupid horny little thing. it’s even worse now, you wanna bounce on his cock so bad. you want him to fuck you so hard oh so desperately, but if you move you know you’re in trouble. he has one hand holding his phone to his ear as he talks and the other twirling pieces of your hair around his finger as he stares off into the serene view of the city. god you hate this, you hate it so much. you hate how sweetly he’s playing with your locks, how the city is so fucking peaceful and boring, and how he’s not doing anything. kaiser is a man who knows how to control all of his stimuli, he’s toying with you, you’re too stupid to realise it. he wants to laugh at you and your pathetic state, but he can’t; he has matters to attend to!

your pretty little head is filled with nothing except thoughts of how hard you want him to bang you on this stupid little table. how you want him to just bend you over and fuck the living shit out of you. but he’s still talking. you’re so desperate, poor stupid you, you contemplate moving despite his words. but that won’t end well. but i called you stupid for a reason, you did it anyway! you try to do it as lightly as you can; you really swear! you’d never want to anger your boyfriend on purpose. but it’s on his fucking cock you idiot. you think he can’t feel it. he growls in your ear, getting agitated now “listen you fucking whore, if you can’t even wait a few minutes for me to finish talking what does that say about you?” he’s insulting your self control. it’s true you’re so pathetic. but he keeps going to your surprise, having muted his end of the line to give you this scolding. “pull that shit on me again you little bitch and i swear to fucking god i will leave you like this and i won’t touch you ever again. understand?” he’s angry, and you gulp. kaiser’s wrath is not something anyone would ever want to face. but you’re so desperate, you beg, you plead for him to reconsider “p-please- can’t wait more- i can’t micha i can’t i can’t i ca-“ and god does your sweet begging just make him even harder. pisses him off even more. he has your throat in his tattooed hand now. “i said, do you understand, don’t make me ask again, engelchen” engelchen, what an ironic nickname for what you’re doing right now. “mmmhm- micha-“ he slaps you a bit. “use your words or i might not know what you mean, baby” he’s such a fucking tease. it’s so hard to speak without moaning, and you know if you get him in trouble he’ll be super pissed. that’s a line you don’t wanna cross for sure. “u-understand micha-“ and he glares at you. but he releases his grip, picks up his phone and praises you before he unmutes himself again. “good girl, wait a few more minutes yeah? then i’ll give you what you want.”

those few minutes were the most painful minutes of your life. even torture couldn’t compare to this. you want him so fucking bad, you’re like a bunny in heat, and he forced you to wait and sit still the entire time. if you so much as moved he shot you a look so cold and mean it could probably kill the average person. you’re used to it; and you hate the fact it turned you on even more. you’re literally foaming at the mouth, bless your poor soul. you don’t even realise when your boyfriend finally hangs up the phone until he grips your waist again and takes a swig of his champagne. ready? and you’re so ready, oh you’re so fucking ready, you nod so eagerly - when you hear the glass clink on the table and feel him picking you up off his lap you know what’s coming.

it’s like heaven when he bends your sweet little ass over the table and fucks you into oblivion. you whined so much, god your moans are music to his ears. the neighbours probably thought there was an early christmas choir with all the slapping and the noises. no; that’s just you and your boyfriend’s disgustingly crude display of love. kaiser is a rough fucker, and today is no different; well, yes it is. he’s mad at you, he’s so mad, you can tell from the way he’s holding your head down against the table and smashing his fat girth so hard into your little cunt. you might just split open. it wouldn’t surprise you. but who cares? this is like heaven.

all of his rage from your stupid, impatient, slutty antics is poured into each thrust. after he was nice enough to let you sit on his lap? “you fucking slut, you- ah- deserve this so much-“ he condescends you as he pounds your little backside. your pussy is aching and his cock is filling you up and hitting the right places so well. he pulls your face up by the hair just enough for you to be able to respond to him. he wants to hear you. “m-michaaa- hard-der- more- micha- ‘m sorry- love you- love your cock- love you lo-love you-“ your cries are so cute. he loves your teary face and your desperate whines. with a final hard thrust he finally finishes inside of you. and just the feeling of his hot cum in your womb is enough to give you an orgasm too. the feeling of him inside you is incredible. you’re kinda like a jigsaw puzzle; you want to laugh at that thought. that would be a really disgusting puzzle.

when he finally pulls out, your saliva from before and his cum drip out of your pussy. there’s slick rolling down your legs and your hair is all messed up. he doesn’t like seeing his essence leak out of you though, so he roughly pushes it back in with two fingers and leans down to peck your forehead. “today i was nice, you and me both know that. fix up your act, prinzessin” and all you can do is nod, you both know nothing will change, you’re a cockdrunk little slut. but you can pretend, you’re both good at that. all you can do is pant as you feel him lift you into his arms and lean into his chest.

tonight’s sleep is gonna hit so different.

[avonnimimi]

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Tease

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an: i think this might have been a bit rushed, it was incomplete in my drafts and I just decided to finish it for ya ;) i feel like the pics don’t match the aesthetic of this but it’s wtv. MEN AND MINORS DNI

content: Vi has a penis (wanted to try smth different), phone sex, dom!vi, mean!vi, name calling, nudes, breeding, cursing. lmk if i missed anything!

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You weren’t usually a tease. Sure, Vi always teased you, but this time, you wanted to turn the tables. Your friends were always talking about the stuff they’d send their husbands at work, risqué pictures, flirty texts, whatever it took to leave them a mess. And, of course, you wanted to see that side of Vi. You wanted to know what she’d be like if you pushed her just a little too far.

You knew she had a big meeting today. She’d told you this morning, her tone calm but firm as she kissed your forehead before leaving. “Don’t distract me today, baby,” she’d said with a small smile. “I really need to focus.” Not mean, not harsh, just focused. And yet, that only made it more tempting.

You slipped into your white lingerie, the one she loved. It was delicate, soft against your skin, hugging your body just right. You stood in front of the mirror, hesitating for only a moment before snapping a few pictures, angling yourself to show just enough to drive her crazy.

Your heart pounded as you hit send. And then… you waited.

Minutes turned into hours. You changed back into your normal clothes, went out for errands, tried to distract yourself, but the anticipation gnawed at you. Maybe she was too busy. Maybe she wasn’t going to say anything at all. You started to feel a little embarrassed. But then your phone rang.

It was her.

You answered immediately, trying to hide the nervous flutter in your chest. “Hi, baby!” you said, your voice light and cheerful.

There was silence on the other end for a moment. Then you heard it, a soft, wet squelching noise. Your heart skipped a beat as the familiar sound registered in your head.

“Baby,” Vi’s voice came through, breathy and ragged. “Fuck, those pictures. They were amazing. Got my cock so swollen for you, mama.”

Your cheeks burned, heat spreading through your body as you heard her, really heard her. Her voice was shaky, desperate, like she was barely holding herself together. And the sounds… the wet, rhythmic strokes of her hand working her cock filled the line, obscene and raw.

“Th-thank you,” you stammered, your voice catching in your throat. You didn’t expect her to sound like this, so needy and wrecked. She wasn’t teasing you or playing it cool. She was falling apart, and you could hear it in every whimper, every sharp hitch of her breath.

“Fuck,” she groaned, her voice breaking. “Put me in such a tough spot, baby. Sitting through that meeting with my cock this hard, trying not to think about you. About how you’d look bent over my desk, wearing that fucking lingerie.” She let out a low, desperate whine that sent a shiver down your spine. “God, I can’t stop thinking about you. You’ve got me so fucked up.”

You didn’t say anything, your lips parted as you listened to her unravel. You’d never heard her like this, so shameless, so absolutely desperate for relief. “Wanna stuff up that slutty pussy so good,” She groans. Every wet stroke of her hand was loud in your ear, her breath coming faster and faster as she chased her release.

“Baby,” she whimpered, her voice cracking. “I wish I was there. Wish I could bury my cock in you, feel you squeezing me so fucking tight. I’d let you ride me—fuck, I’d let you do anything you wanted to me. Just want to feel you, mama. Need you so bad.”

Your thighs clenched instinctively, but you didn’t dare move. You listened intently, your heart pounding as she whimpered your name, her voice trembling with need.

“I’m close,” she panted, her strokes getting faster. You could hear how messy it was, the slick, obscene sounds of her cock leaking as she fucked into her hand like a man possessed. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Baby, I—fuck, I can’t—”

She let out a choked groan, the sound raw and guttural as she came. You could hear everything, the way her strokes slowed, the wet noises of her cock spilling over her hand, her breathing uneven and shaky as she came down.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of her catching her breath. Then she let out a soft laugh, her voice still hoarse. “Goddamn, baby,” she murmured, her tone warm and affectionate now. “You’re gonna kill me one day, you know that?”

You smiled to yourself, your heart still racing. “I didn’t mean to distract you that much,” you teased, even though you absolutely did.

Vi chuckled, the sound soft and low. “You’re lucky I love you,” she said, her voice still tinged with exhaustion. “But don’t touch yourself, okay? I want you to wait for me. Gonna take care of you properly when I get home.”

“Okay,” you said sweetly, even though you already knew you weren’t going to listen.

After you hung up, the silence in the room felt deafening. Your body was buzzing, your skin hot, your panties soaked from just listening to her. You bit your lip, glancing at the clock. She wouldn’t be home for hours.

You sat back on the couch, your hand already sliding down between your legs. “Sorry, Vi,” you whispered to yourself, your fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your panties. “I can’t wait.”

You closed your eyes, her voice still fresh in your mind, the way she whimpered, the wet sound of her stroking herself, the way she’d called your name like it was the only thing keeping her sane. It didn’t take long before you were trembling, your fingers working you over as you replayed the call in your head.

When you came, it was with her name on your lips, your body arching as the pleasure crashed over you. You lay there for a moment afterward, your chest rising and falling as you caught your breath. Guilt prickled at the edges of your mind, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

She didn’t have to know.

The key turning in the lock announced Vi’s arrival, earlier than anticipated. A wave of panic mixed with lingering arousal washed over you. You smoothed your clothes, attempting a casual facade, but Vi’s knowing gaze saw through the charade. A predatory smile curved her lips.

“Hey, baby,” she purred, her voice thick with unspoken promises. The closing door clicked shut, amplifying the sudden silence. The air thrummed with a thick tension.

“Hi,” you managed, your voice betraying a nervous tremor. Your heart hammered against your ribs.

Vi advanced, her movements deliberate and predatory. Her fingers traced your jawline, sending shivers down your spine. “Did you miss me?” she whispered, her thumb brushing your lower lip.

You nodded, the lie catching in your throat. “Of course.”

“Good,” she breathed, her eyes darkening. “Because I missed you too.” Her hand tightened possessively on your thigh. “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?”

Your hesitation, the averted gaze, was all the confirmation she needed. Vi’s grip intensified, her fingers digging into your flesh. “Don’t lie to me,” she growled, her voice low and menacing. “I can smell it on you. Hear it in your voice. Feel the dampness already clinging to my fingers.”

Your breath hitched, your body betraying your deceit. Vi’s eyes gleamed with a predatory triumph. “You’re so wet for me,” she murmured, her hand sliding higher, pushing your skirt up with impatient fingers. “You were thinking about me, weren’t you? Imagining what I’d do to you when I got home.”

You nodded softly. “You couldn’t wait for me to stuff you up real good,”

Before you could respond, she shoved you back against the couch, her body a heavy weight pinning you down. “Gonna give this little cunt what she wants.” she growled, her teeth nipping at your neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses down to your collarbone.

Her hand delved between your legs, her fingers finding your slick folds. You gasped, arching into her touch despite the fear coiling in your stomach. “Vi,” you whimpered, a plea lost in the rising tide of sensation.

“Quiet,” she commanded, her long fingers pumping into you, curling so nicely in your sopping hole. “You don’t get to talk now. You just get to feel.”

Her fingers plunged deep, exploring your wet heat. “Soaked,” she murmured against your ear, her breath hot and ragged. “Just for me.” You cried out, your body bucking beneath her.

She leaned back, her eyes burning into yours. “You like that, don’t you?” she whispered, a cruel smile twisting her lips. “You like being used.”

Tears pricked your eyes, but the undeniable thrill spiraling through you couldn’t be ignored. Vi saw it, the flicker of desire in your gaze, and her smile widened.

She withdrew her fingers with a slick, obscene pop. You whimpered at the loss, your body thrumming with a desperate need. Vi reached down, unbuckling her belt with a sharp, metallic click. Her cock sprung out, tip angry and leaking precum. “Gonna nut in this cunt.” she growled, her voice thick with possessiveness.

She yanked your legs apart, roughly aligning herself with your entrance. You braced yourself, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. Then, with a brutal thrust, she buried herself deep inside you.

You cried out, the feeling of her filling you, stretching you, overwhelming your senses. She lets out a loud groan, “God I love this pussy, so fucking creamy,” She began to move, her thrusts hard and fast, each one a punishing blow. The couch creaked beneath the frantic rhythm of their bodies. “You’re so tight,” she groaned, her voice strained with pleasure. “So fucking perfect.”

Her thick cock kissing your cervix so good you swore you saw stars, your cunt squelching, basically talking to Vi. Clit swollen, glistening with your juices.

She slammed into you again and again, her hips a blur of motion. The room spun around you, a dizzying vortex of sensation. You could feel her building, the tension coiling tight in her core.

Vi begins to whine, you clench harshly around her, “fuckkkkk yes princess just like that.” Her eyes roll back. “I’m gonna cum,” she growled. “I’m gonna cum inside this pretty fucking pussy.”

And with one final, savage thrust, she did. You felt her release flood you, hot and thick, pulsing deep within you. She collapsed on top of you, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her weight a welcome pressure.

You lay there, entangled, your body still thrumming with the aftershocks of her possession.

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this is my original post, please don’t repost, translate, or plagiarize my work ;)

©️avonnimimi 2024

[hiraizyo]

may i kiss your wounds?

synopsis — after unintentionally getting involved in a bar fight, you’re left with an angry sophia who had to deal with your injuries. nevertheless, she knew she couldn’t stay mad at you for long.

established relationship, slight violence, mentions of blood, semi fluff, mature language, angst (if you squint.)

now playing: party monster, the weeknd

a/n: this was a little idea i had while skimming through unfinished works, converting it into a sophia image. i hope you enjoy!

this wasn’t how you expected the night to go, sophia peering over at you with a scowl on her face. and it wasn’t like you wanted the fight to happen, it just… did.

you and sophia were having a good time for the most part. it had been an hour and a half since you arrived at the club, drinking and dancing along to the loud music with daniela and manon, when sophia left to go to the bar for another drink.

you continued conversing and having fun with the other two, and they managed to keep you entertained until you noticed your girlfriend had been gone longer than you expected.

“i’ll be right back.” you told the duo, manon nodding while daniela gave you a thumbs up, giggling. you chuckled as the blonde grabbed manon by the waist and swung their hips together to the beat of the song, and turned to walk away.

you weaved through the crowd of people, making your way to the bar with less difficulty than you expected considering the amount of people there were. quickly scanning the bar section, you spotted sophia leaning over at the counter, in a tight black dress that hugged her body in the best way possible.

you smiled to yourself as you admired her, she looked absolutely gorgeous, and she was all yours.

that smile soon turned sour at seeing a man beside her, round about her age. you weren’t sure how long he’d been standing there, but judging by the look on sophia’s face when he began to speak a few words to her, you guessed it could have been a couple minutes.

walking up to them and snaking an arm around her waist, you peered over at the man with distain.

“can i help you?”

sophia leaned into your body instantly, her chest being filled with relief at the thought of having you beside her.

“hi baby,” she whispered, and leaned up to place a kiss on you cheek. she hoped it would let the guy know she was taken, but to no avail.

the guy didn’t give you the satisfaction of acknowledging your presence. instead, he gave you a once over before looking back to sophia, and leaning on the counter, as if he was getting comfortable enough to continue his conversation with her.

what a jackass, you thought to yourself.

“so, how about that drink, mh?” he questioned, voice low. the guy was looking straight passed you as if you were invisible.

even the sound of his voice made you angry, never mind the fact that he had the audacity to ask such a question, which made you tighten your hold on sophia’s waist.

“take a hint, pal. she doesn’t want the drink.” you told him sternly, your temper rising slightly.

“i’m sorry, and you are?” his titled to the side, eyes switching to you.

“her girlfriend.”

“wow,” he muttered, once again looking you over. his attention moved back over to sophia, who looked as if she was very much done with him. the corner of his mouth turned upwards slightly, “as anyone ever told you that you could do better?”

before you got a chance to say anything, sophia was telling him off. “are you saying that you are better?”

her eyebrow raised ever so slightly as she looked at him in annoyance. the guys hand twitched, and you could tell that what your girlfriend said clearly hurt his ego. it took everything in you not to smirk at his reaction, knowing it would only set him off further.

he craned his neck to the side, still relentless. “huh, figures you two are together. no one likes a bitch who can talk ba—”

before he could finish his sentence, you stepped up to him, feeling angry on sophia’s behalf.

“hey!” you leaned in close, peering down at him as he settled further into his seat. “you better watch your fucking mouth.”

his lips upturned into a smirk — the guy knew he was getting to you.

“or what?”

your eyes squinted, looking at him with disinterest. “oh no, i’m not doing this with you.”

your head shook as you took a couple steps back, the distance now significantly more. he wasn’t letting up though, setting his drink down on the counter.

sophia watched as his eyebrows furrowed together in half anger, half teasing. she could tell the guy was drunk based on his slurring words, and she wasn’t liking where this interaction was going.

“so that’s it? all bark and no bite?”

“you’re pathetic.”

that definitely hit a nerve in him.

before you could register it, the guys fist collided with your jaw, his knuckle hitting the corner of your mouth so hard you felt it tear open. it hurt, badly. sophia let out a startled gasp behind you, watching in horror at the scene that played out before her.

without thinking, you moved swiftly to punch him in the nose. your hand was tightened in a fist, unclenching after the blow to him. your heartbeat was rising fast, anger flooding through you veins.

he stumbled back, holding on to his nose and scrunched up his face in pain. his vision blurred foe a second. the guy groaned, tilting his head up and then looked at you with a threatening glare. before he could get in another hit, a tall bouncer came up behind in, dressed in black and pulled him away.

what was left behind was you, breathing deeply. the adrenaline was too much for the pain in your hand to register, but you were sure to feel it later. your jaw, however, stung in a dull ache.

sophia tentatively set a hand on your shoulder, a frown etched onto her face. it was mostly out of concern, but also out of displeasure.

“i think it’s time we leave.”

her voice cut through the ringing in your ears, pulse slowing down until it was at its normal pace. her ability to bring you back to reality was unlike anything you’d experienced, seeing and feeling much clearer again.

she let manon and daniela know you’d be going, and the ride home was filled with silence. you could tell she was upset, whether it was because of the guy or at you was a mystery.

“are you still mad?”

currently, sophia dabbed a wet cloth to your lip, wiping away the dried blood while you both sat on the couch in your home. you hissed at the feeling, the disinfectant on the cloth clearly having an effect on the wound.

your jaw was bruised slightly. it wasn’t much, but it was enough to remind you and sophia of how quickly the night events took a turn. a frozen ice pack was held to your knuckles, the skin of it also bruised and beginning to turn red, both from the coldness and the impact of your punch.

sophia didn’t reply, continuing to gently pat on the corner of your lip. her eyes were focused in on the spot where the blood had been wiped away, the wound still open slightly.

“baby?”

she sighed, setting the cloth down and began to pick at her nails.

“i’m not mad. i just… i don’t know, i didn’t like seeing that happen.” the filipino rubbed her hands on her thighs, before getting up and walking into the kitchen.

you left the ice pack on the coffee table, following after her. “what was i supposed to do? did you even hear the way he talked about you?”

sophia leaned her lower back against the marble counter, arms wrapped around herself, looking as if she was trying to keep warm. you moved to stand opposite her, watching her carefully.

“that doesn’t mean things needed to get violent.” she told you, a frown set in place.

“okay, okay…” you looked at her regretfully, running a hand over your face. “i’m sorry.”

she looked to the side, biting on her bottom lip. you could tell various thoughts were taking over her mind. sophia has seen you take a few punches before, most of them being playful with your friends. not one like tonight, though.

tonight was a side of you she had never experienced.

the aftermath clearly took a toll on her. the silence in the car and both when you came home was deafening, and you hated it.

“soph,” you called out, voice barely above a whisper. “talk to me, tell me what’s wrong.”

she loosened her arms around her body, setting her left hand to rest beside her while her other wrapped around the back of her neck as she looked to the floor, rubbing it softly.

sophia’s voice was filled with concern, her eyes shining from the light of the kitchen once she gazed at you. “it wasn’t fun seeing you get hurt like that.”

“i’ve gotten hurt plenty of times!” you shrugged, not seeing the big deal. “i mean, i have a scar from last year when we went hiking and i tripped.”

sophia scoffed, pushing off the counter to stand upright. “yeah, but that was an accident. tonight could’ve ended a lot worse.”

“but it didn’t.”

“but it could’ve!”

her response was quick, voice raising ever so slightly. you squinted at her, gesturing with your hand as you spoke.

“y’know, you’re sounding really angry for someone who claims she’s not.” your hands rested on your hips, matching the level of her voice.

“because i’m not!” sophia yelled, “don’t you get it? i was scared for you!”

her words hung in the air, settling over the two of you like a blanket. it made you swallow down whatever enragement you had left in you. you sighed, realizing now that sophia wasn’t speaking out of being upset, but rather fear.

you slowly stepped towards her, until you were in her personal space and placed your hands on sophia’s torso. she looked at you, finally seeing the anxiety in her eyes. it was clear as day, and you mentally kicked yourself for not noticing it sooner.

your words were gentle, the both of you calming down from your little quarrel. “i’m sorry, alright? i’m sorry for how tonight went, and for getting hurt. and i’m sorry for not thinking about how you’d feel watching it all happen.”

your thumbs rubbed in circles against the material of the dress she was still wearing, trying to convey your feelings of regret. sophia looked at you for another moment, and you could see the forgiveness in them, before she rested her forehead against your chest and breathed in the smell of your cologne.

the filipino didn’t say anything else, but her arms wrapped around you and pulled you close, locking them against your back. you could tell by her actions that she no longer held any negative feelings, the issue been resolved.

you settled your chin atop her head while she turned to lay her cheek on you instead. “come on, let’s watch a few episodes of your comfort show and cuddle together. how does that sound?”

sophia laughed quietly, “you think cuddling fixes everything.”

“because it does.” you replied, tapping her torso with your fingers in a rhythm.

sophia rolled her eyes playfully, settling further into your warmth. she sighed deeply, relishing in the comfort of having you wrapped together, arms holding tightly onto one another’s bodies as if letting go would mean disappearing.

“okay,” she mumbled. “but let’s stay like this for a little bit longer.”

after hearing that, you placed a kiss on her head and moved to envelop her into your arms. they were now like hers, locked together around sophia’s back.

the night surely wasn’t how you wanted it to go, but having her so close against you, breathing together as one, was a perfect way to end it.

here y’all go!! i took a bit longer than expected but i hope you enjoyed <3

the votes have come back to make the fwb imagine an idol au sooo i’m lowk excited to write that ;) i decided i’d write it with daniela, since i have an idea manon x biker!reader 🙂‍↕️

[babystarbun]

Older stepbro Jungkook that makes a move on you because he sees his little bro Heeseung eyeing you

warnings. stepcest, heeseung(enhypen) mentioned, under the table fondling, blood mentioned

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Jungkook has to laugh.

His little brother can’t be serious. It’s only been a month since you moved in and he’s already making moves on you? He really learned from the best.

Rubbing over his lip piercing, he hides a smile behind his hands. His father’s been bugging him for weeks now to come over for dinner and formally meet his new wife. They only spoke shortly once before, small introductions after they eloped and honeymooned. Which obviously left his horn dog little brother with enough time to persuade you. How your mother has completely ignored the mischievous stares between you two and the way Heeseung’s arm has been stretched out under the table all of dinner has Jungkook gritting his teeth. Wondering if you’re equally as stupid as her. He purposely drops his fork to give himself an excuse to crouch down and peak under the table.

It’s a little dark and hard to see, but the shine from Heeseung’s bracelet hanging on his wrist is enough to confirm his suspicions. Nestled between your soft parted thighs is his little brother’s hand, jerking up and down with his fingers lodged deep inside of your cunt. Jungkook has to cough to hide his laugh, sitting back up and raising the fork up victoriously. He rubs his stomach and lets out a pleased sound. “I should have come over for dinner sooner. This mac n cheese, so thick and creamy.”

“Oh, your step-sister made that.” His father informs, motioning your direction across the dinner table.

Jungkook’s eyes light up, eyebrows raised as he finds your wide stare. Noting the sweat forming above your eyebrow and your overall flushed appearance. “No wonder.” Taking another bite, he slowly drags the fork between his lips. Letting out a soft moan and winking at you. “You’ll have to let me know the recipe. I love cooking.”

“Pft.” Heeseung grumbles. Followed by a wet sound of skin meeting skin and you jumping in your seat. Eyes fluttering shut as you try to control your breathing. “Shouldn’t you head home soon? Don’t want to hit traffic. I know that drive to the other side of town can be a lot.” He says snarkily, glaring at his sibling.

“Aww, has my little brother finally learned empathy? You never cared when dad forced me to drive you to that gaming center over an hour away.” Jungkook sneers right back at him. The two still for a moment to dissect each other.

Heeseung’s what? 23 years old now? Feels like just yesterday Jungkook was moving out at 21 to pursue boxing, despite his father’s resentment toward his decision. His little brother hadn’t even finished high school yet, still baby faced and lacking confidence.

Now look at him. He’s grown so much, pierced up both of his ears and eyebrow. The apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree, next thing you know this little shits gonna book a tattoo appointment.

“Don’t be ridiculous son, your brother’s spending the night.” Their father interjects, firmly clasping Jungkook’s shoulder. “You know your old bedroom is the guest room now. Your mom spent all of yesterday cleaning and doing laundry to tidy it up for you.”

Jungkook’s mouth twitches, tucking his lips in to stop the grimace that threatens to show. Sliding his father’s hand off, he nods. “Thank you, you really didn’t have to.” Mom. Sick. As if he’d ever call some woman he’s met less than a handful of times his mother.

Heeseung continues to whisper under his breath, folding his arms over his chest clearly annoyed. 

“Son,” motioning to Heeseung to sit up and stop slouching, he snaps his fingers. “I need your help to get Jungkook’s old tv out of the storage closet and take it upstairs.”

“What?! Why can’t he do that??” 

“He’s a guest, and you still live under my roof free of charge.” He says with another snap of his fingers. “Now get your ass up.”

Heeseung’s chair scrapes against the floor, pushing himself back with extra force to make his annoyance known. He shoots his older brother another dirty look and follows after their father to head outside. 

“Don’t worry mom, I’ll clean up everything.” Your sweet soft spoken voice tickles Jungkook's ear. Raising his pierced eyebrow to look at you, he grabs your wrist before you can pick up his plate. 

“Let me help you.”

“Oh,” you stutter, biting back a smile. “It’s okay really, I can handle a few dishes.”

“Sweetie, let your brother help.” Your mom says chipperly, sighing and smiling. “It’s so nice to have siblings finally, right? My poor babies been an only child for so long. Had to learn to be independent at such a young age.”

Firmly nodding your head at her, you stack together a few more plates and turn around heading to the kitchen. Jungkook follows after you, taking his sweet time with each step to really admire what his brother’s been playing with. 

Each stride fans your skirt away from the backs of your upper thigh, drawing his eyes lower, tracing down to your calves and ankles. They look great and would look even better wrapped around his head while you writhe and whimper. “So, how are you liking it here?” He decides to ease your anxiety. Scooting into place next to you by the sink. “Heard you had to make a bit of a move, switch schools.”

“Uhm, it’s..” keeping your chin tucked, you nod and begin to clean off the leftover food. “It’s been okay, Heeseung’s been really helping me to accommodate.” Without looking at him, you hold out a hand for the next plate.

“Oh, I’ll bet.” He quietly laughs, pressing his side against yours. “I’m sure it hasn’t been easy for him either.”

“Mm..” you hum. Keeping yourself distracted with the remaining dishes. 

“You’re so his type.” Jungkook whispers, leaning in closer to your ear. “I’m sure it’s driving him crazy to keep his hands off of you.”

The plate in your hold slips, startling both of you. Immediately apologizing, you attempt to move away and dry off. Stopped by a large tattooed hand gripping onto your arm, he tugs you back to his firm broad chest. Circling his free arm around your waist to lift your hands up. “You cut yourself.” He sighs, breath brushing against your ear. “Poor thing, you’re so jittery around me. Am I making you nervous?”

“N-no..”

After all, how could you be nervous? Not after so shamelessly getting fingered during dinner by your step-brother. “Good, because,” clutching your waist, he moves you around and lifts you up to sit onto the kitchen counter. Biceps flexing and hoisting you up with ease, not even making a sound of exertion. “I’m your big brother now, and I want to take care of you.” He smirks, flicking your chin. “Starting with this boo boo.” 

Calloused palms press against your knees, gently prying your thighs open to make space for himself. He slowly tickles over the tops of your legs to the hem of your skirt, leaving one hand on your hip as he grabs onto your wrist and lifts your cut finger to his mouth. “Looks painful.”

“N-nothing I can’t handle..”

Jungkook’s eyes flicker back to yours, tilting his head as he lifts your finger to his lips. “Is that a threat?”

“I—uh, what?”

Pressing your finger to his bottom lip, he drags the cut across his pink pout. Coating his mouth with metallic tasting red. “You might be able to handle my little brother,” sucking your digit between his lips, he laps at your wound. Dragging the pad of your finger against the middle of his tongue with his big doe eyes focused on your shocked gaze. “But that’s nothing.”

“H-how? How did you—“

“Doesn’t matter.” He shushes you, pressing your cleaned off finger to your mouth. Sliding his palm to cup your ass cheek, he drags you closer. Setting your inner thighs against his hips. “Think that you could handle more?”

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[your-hockey-mom]

I'm having a shit day, I need Quinn to fix it

Please and thanks

Rain, rain, go away, come again...when you didn't have a hundred errands to run and were short on time to do them. Naturally, it would pour the entire time you were out and about, and your umbrella had decided to break the first time you went to use it. It really set the tone for the rest of the day; a terrible foreshadowing you had hoped wouldn't be the case.

The only reason you were out running those errands in the first place was because you had taken the day off to make sure everything was nice for when Quinn got back home. You knew he was going to be exhausted after finishing another six straight games on the road. Plus, you wanted to enjoy the evening with him knowing nothing would be looming in the back of your mind that would take away from your time together. However, since the minute you got up it was like everything was stacked against you. You had slept through your alarm, getting up almost two hours later than you had intended. You thought you had plugged in your phone but hadn't make a proper connection so your battery was at 12% to start the day. And to add insult to injury (literally), you had dropped a glass while in the kitchen and had cut your hand while trying to pick up the pieces.

Today was proving to be one of those days that were best spent at home, but unfortunately, that wouldn't be the case for you. By this point, your phone was now sitting at 6%, because you realized, after you had left the parking garage, that the charger you left in your car was in Quinn's. You just hoped it would hold on long enough to get you home.

You would be stopped at a red light, mid rush hour, when a message would ding in. It was Quinn and the dreaded text you didn't want to come across your phone until you were already back at his apartment.

"Hey baby, we just touched down. I'll see you soon. I love you."

"I might not be there when you get home. Stuck in traffic. </3 I love you, too. <3 <3 Also, phone is about dead. >:("

"Just be careful. I've missed you."

"I've missed you, too."

- - -

Getting everything out of the car had been hard enough, but carrying them with your cut palm was the worst. Being half asleep and dealing with broken glass was not a good combination, something you would note for the future. Sure, you couldn't have texted Quinn to see if he would help you, which you knew he would have, but you were determined to get it done yourself.

When you stepped into the elevator, from the parking garage, all you could think of was "please don't break down. I do not want to walk up the stairs. I do not want to be trapped in an elevator with a dead phone." Thinking it was a bad idea to put such thoughts into the Universe, you'd just count floors instead until you reached Quinn's.

It was a struggle to unlock the door but you had managed though your hand was burning and you were pretty sure you were bleeding again. Just something else that would get tended to later. Once inside, you'd drop everything at the door and Quinn would come from the bedroom to greet you.

"Oh sweetheart, why didn't you tell me you were downstairs? I would have helped you with all of this." He wrapped his arms around you and you melt into his body. "I have missed you so much."

"I'm so glad you're home." All of a sudden and without warning, you begin to cry. Likely a culmination of trash sleep, stress, no food, and pain. Your body and emotions were just fried; not to mention you hated when he was gone for so long.

"What's wrong, baby?" Quinn would say softly, gently tightening his hold on you. "Are you alright?" Anytime you were having a rough day, he was the first person to notice and always did everything he could to make you feel better.

"No," you said, hiding your face in his neck. You weren't ready to have him see how much you were struggling.

"Why don't you go sit, hmm? I'll get this."

"I wanted to have everything done for you but today has been awful."

Quinn pulls away from you just enough to tip your chin up towards his face. You can't escape him now and the look on your face makes his puppy eyes heavy with emotion. "Oh, baby~"

He kisses you several times, each one of them sweeter than the last, yet the tears still continue to fall from your cheeks. "Come on, this stuff can wait."

Taking your non-bandaged hand, he ushers you to the sofa where he insists you sit in his lap so you can be as close to him as possible. You loved moments like these just on better circumstances than today had given you.

"Baby, you're bleeding. What happened?"

You had reached up to brush some hair from your eyes when he caught sight of the bandage now tinged bright red in the center. You dropped your hand to your leg and shook your head. "It's nothing. Just a clumsy accident."

"Let me see."

You refuse, sniffling and trying to hold back the welling tears.

"Please?"

Damn those eyes of his; damn the tone of his voice that just took your breath away. You could never truly tell him no and this was no different. You'd turn your palm upwards when you presented it to him, scared it was worse that you thought it was initially.

"May I look at it?"

You just nod, before laying your head against his shoulder. You didn't want to see it and you knew him pulling back the adhesive of the bandage was going to hurt, even though he had the softest touch.

Quinn was always so careful with you; always asking for permission especially if it would potentially cause you pain. Slowly he'd remove the bandage and you would wince against the discomfort even though he did everything he could to make it easy on you. "How did this happen?"

Quinn's tone conveyed deep worry and hurt and that didn't give you the reassurance you were hoping for.

"This morning. I got up late, and was half asleep taking my vitamins and I guess my hand just stopped working and I dropped it. It shattered everywhere. I didn't realize I had grabbed the raw edge until it was too late and I cut myself."

"Oh sweetheart," Quinn whispered laying his head against yours. "Want me to fix you up?"

"I'll get it."

"Please?"

Twice now, he had used that word with (that) tone, and twice now you would fold without another chance to resist. Again, you would silently nod, letting him slip out from under you while he disappeared into the bathroom for a few moments. You remembered how you had left it and it made you feel worse, but when he returned, the only thing that mattered to him was making sure you were alright.

"You said today was awful, how come?" He talked to you while he worked so to keep you from focusing solely on your hand and the pain. Everything he did was so thoughtful.

"I stayed up too late watching The First 48, then I slept through my alarms this morning, so I was two hours behind. I guess I hadn't clicked my charger into my phone fully so it didn't charge. I dropped the glass. I didn't get the apartment cleaned. I didn't get the laundry put away. I forgot my charger was in your car. My umbrella broke." With each added reason for the bad day it made you more emotional to the point that he had to stop cleaning the cut to lay a hand on your leg and try to calm you.

"Shhh, baby, baby, it's okay. None of that matters now. I didn't expect you to be waiting for me at the door. I'm just glad you're here now, but I'm sorry you had such a hard day. The apartment is fine, please, don't worry about it."

"But...I left the bathroom~"

"I don't care about it. Honest. I want you to feel welcome here; I want it to be your home. Home should feel lived in." Quinn leaned forward to kiss you yet you frown. You still felt so bad for everything not being done like you wanted it to be. "If you're here, that's all I want."

"You're so nice," you squeak out, hiding your face with your free hand. You don't realize you were breaking his heart, feeling so bad about missing your self-imposed marks.

"Sweetheart, will you look at me, please?"

Dropping your hand, you let your eyes be exposed though you keep it pressed to your lips.

"You're the only thing I care about when I'm here. If you're okay, I'm okay."

"But I'm not okay."

"And I'm not either. May I finish this for you?" His smile was so sweet, so heartfelt as he held your injured hand in both of his. When you answered "yes, please" Quinn brought it to his lips before finishing what he had started. With each new step of the process, he'd check in with you before continuing. He didn't feel that you had any glass in the wound or that you needed stitches, but he didn't want you to do too much the next few days.

"Alright, babe, all done."

"Thank you."

"Of course. Anything for you," his smile continues. "How about you go change your clothes, get into something comfortable and we'll have a lazy evening in bed. I'll get the groceries put away and we'll order take out. How's that?"

"Do you want some help?"

"No babe, I can get it. It won't take me that long, but thank you. I'll meet you in there, okay?"

"Okay." You give him a kiss as a thank you, later apologizing for your mild breakdown earlier.

"It's alright. You're only human, sweetheart and you had a bad day. I can't say I'd do much better. I'd never judge you for anything like that," Quinn replies, holding your face for another kiss. "I promise."

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you thought no one was home but stepdad!rafe came earlier and as he was walking past your room he caught you humping the pillow and quietly moaning “daddy”

Rafe slams the door as he enters the house. His left hand tosses his brief case as his right loosens his tie. Today could not have gone any worse. Everything was planned out to the minute He was going to get breakfast with his wife to placate her need for a united front. Then he was going to meet his client and wow them with his deal. Which of course led to them signing it and Rafe making millions of money. All for him to end up drinking at the country club hitting on the new waitress in hopes to fuck her. A great plan if it actually happened.

But no, Jacob Conry decided he wanted to go with some other realtor. Now his whole day is thrown fucking off. Rafe storms up the stairs needing to find his secret stash coke. Lord knows if he doesn’t take a bump soon what will happen. He was just lucky that everyone was gone for the day. His wife was at work and you, his step daughter, was supposed to be at work. He’s going to have at least 5 more hours before the two of you should be back.

As he makes his way to the top floor and passes your door he hears something. It was faint so he thought nothing of it until he heard it again. Rafe stops dead in his tracks just one step away from your door. “Daddy.” A soft whine is muffled by your door. Taking a step back Rafe presses an ear against the door to hear moans coming from inside. He pauses because he thought you were at work. Against his better judgement he pushes the door slightly open to see you sitting up on your bed. As he opens the door some more he can see your baby pink pillows between your thighs.

A low groan leaves his throat as he watches you shift your hips back and forth. Your hands are slowly running their way up to grab your breasts. “Give them a good squeeze baby.” He whispers as his hands find the bulge growing in his pants. Rafe’s almost convinced you could hear him because you do. You squeeze them and tug at your nipples. “Please daddy. I need you.” The way you whined out the words has him ready to cum in his pants. Without thinking Rafe unbuttons his pants, sliding them down just enough to pull himself out. Spitting in his hand, he covers it to use the lubrication to jerk himself off.

Your hips grind into the pillow faster, the muscles in your thighs contracting. Soon you are moaning loudly, practically hunching over as you shake. “Rafe, feels so good daddy.” Hearing you moan out his name as you orgasim shuts his brain off. His fist is moving fast up and down on his shaft. “Oh fuck, baby.” You jump at hearing the voice, throwing a blanket over yourself as you turn to your door. Rafe’s wide eyes stare at yours as his fist still fucks himself. Your eyes travel down to where his hand is. A soft moan escapes your lips when you see how big he is. 

“Like what you see baby?” He takes a step into your room. The soft shades of pink and blue filled his vision. You nod your head as his eyes stay on you. You watch as he walks to the chair at the corner of your room. His large body takes up most of the space as he sits down. “Take the blanket off.” There’s a dark look in his eyes as he watches you expose yourself to him. A smile spreads over his face as you spread your legs without having to be told. “Who were you thinking about?”

Your cheeks turn red as you look at your sheets. “You, Rafe.” He tsks and shakes his head. “Not my name.” You look in his eyes. “You, daddy.” He smiles again as he starts to stroke himself. “Good. Now show daddy how much of a good girl you really are. On your knees now.”

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[hayakawalove]

Let Me Eat It

Summary: Suguru eats you out.

A/N: Hey! I haven't posted anything in awhile. I feel like I'm in a rut. This isn't the most descriptive, but I wanted to write it. Thoughts? I would love to know what your thoughts are!

CW: Smut, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, He doesn't touch himself, Gender Neutral Reader, AFAB Reader

W/C: 1,005

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Suguru is patient. He knows this, his friends know this, everyone knows this. He has no problem waiting for the result he wants. He thinks it pays off better that way. In most areas of his life, his patience is a good thing. It helped in school, it helps in work, and in his personal life. You would disagree though. 

You love how patient he is, 99% of the time. However, you can’t stand it in bed. He knows you feel this way. Suguru always draws sex out, just because he likes seeing the pleasure on your face. He likes the way your brows pitch up and your moans increase. This is true even more so when he’s eating you out. 

Suguru loves to watch you fall apart on his tongue. 

Which is what you were currently doing. 

You’re laying on your back, arms reaching down to grasp at Suguru. He’s got your legs pushed down on either side, exposing your wet pussy to him. He’s never seen a sight so beautiful before. You’re whining above him, but he’s not paying much attention to you. 

Suguru’s tongue sticks out as he drags it against you, rubbing it on your clit. His pace is one that leaves you breathless. You pull him against you in response, needing him closer. You could cum any second now. Suguru wraps his lips around your clit, sucking it. His mind swims with your moans, with the feeling of you beneath him. 

“S-Suguru!” You moan, hips shaking as you get closer. 

Suguru hums against you, his eyes falling closed as he detaches his mouth from your pussy. It’s dripping wet, and swollen with need. He’s having a hard time deciding what to do next. Everything sounds good. 

He drags his tongue down and sticks it into your pussy, smiling at the way you clench around him. The salty taste of you is covering his face, nothing has ever tasted so good. Suguru’s cock is so hard, it feels like brick. If he was a lesser man, he may reach down with a hand to grasp at himself to relieve some of the build up. But he isn’t. Instead, he’ll focus on you until you cum, he’ll keep going until he’s sure you’ve had enough. Suguru won’t even think about how wet his cock is, how hard it is. 

You’re groaning, the pleasure of his mouth almost too much. You look down at him and watch as he eats you out. His eyes are low but his movements are measured. You never watch him as he eats you out, you remember why once you look at him. It makes you that much closer. 

Suguru swipes his tongue against your clit, before sucking it once more. You’re smooth against him, making him want to eat you out even more. Suguru’s a patient man, and he’s enjoying that very much right now. 

“You’re gonna make me, Suguru,” you moan, feeling it build up in your pussy. 

If he had the chance, Suguru would do this for hours. He would, if you’d allow out. Something told him you wouldn’t though, so he’ll settle for this instead. His lips press against your pussy, while his tongue brings you closer. 

He really wants to taste your cum. 

He wants it all over his face and in his mouth, it’s something that never gets old. 

Suguru doesn’t let up, focusing on your sensitive clit. He finds it sweet how badly you need him. He can take care of you. He knows exactly how to. Even if you don’t. 

He pulls back for a moment to look back down at your pussy. It looks best right before you cum, swollen and dripping. It always looks good, but if Suguru had his way it would always look like this. 

Even though he was only taking a momentary pause, the sight makes him want to keep going. He has a hard time keeping his mouth off you. 

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” 

“Yes, yes!” 

You need it. Suguru thinks he’ll give it to you, finally. He wraps his tongue around your clit again and sucks, paying attention to how you get louder. You hold onto his shoulders, not giving him the option to pull away. Suguru makes you cum easily and effortlessly. He smiles as you do so on his mouth, and he keeps going until he knows you’ve had your fill. 

As he pulls away he looks down, watching your cum drip from your hole. He knows you get self conscious if he stares too much, but he can’t help it. 

His eyes flick back up to you, your figure relaxing against the bedding. Suguru likes this part almost just as much as making you cum. 

You reach a hand out, eyes droopy as you silently request him to be close. His chest tightens at the sight. So cute. He crawls up to you, laying down beside you where you nuzzle against him. His arm wraps around you, forcing you against him more. 

“You’re mean, Suguru.” He hears you speak against him. 

“I am? Why’s that?” He asks. 

He doesn’t even mention how he wasn’t mean seconds ago when you were cumming on his mouth. 

“You always make me feel so good,”

“And that’s a bad thing?” 

“It makes me want to cum immediately! But you always want it to last.” 

Suguru thinks about how to respond. You were right. He didn’t even think about how that might make you feel. You still got to cum though, so he didn’t see a problem. 

Suguru hums, his arm keeping you against him. You were laying on him more than anything. He was fine with it. He would be your bed for you. 

“You look so good, I just wanted to watch you for a little longer.” He reasons. 

You murmur something against him which he can’t understand. Suguru doesn’t reply, instead opting to be quiet as your eyes close. 

He’s a patient man, even if you aren’t grateful for it. 

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[probablyreadinsmut]

The Giver

One shot Husband!Din Djarin x Wife!AfabReader

Warnings: 18+, SMUT. The helmet stays on baby let's gooooooooo. Established relationship. Porn with very little plot. Clitoral stimulation, multiple orgasms (F receiving), slight overstimulation, Unprotected PIV (No, bad don't do that) Thinly veiled mask kink, Breeding kink. Creampie. Contraception and family planning mentioned. Mandalorian pet names. Language (Swearing). Praise, dirty talk. Reader has hair but is in no other way described other than having breasts and a vagina.

A/N: This may or may not be inspired by real life events that may or may not have transpired a few nights ago because someone might have got their partner a Mando helmet for Christmas hehe

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The ship was silent now.

The child had finally relented and gone to sleep. You'd tried for over an hour to settle him, reading to him, rocking him, singing to him, letting him use the force to steal that little metal ball from you. Nothing had worked.

Din could sense your frustration from all the way up in the cockpit. He'd felt guilty hearing the wails from the little one, followed by your gentle hushing and coos. You'd told him to concentrate on navigating the crest through a particularly crowded asteroid field and you'd go settle the child, planting a gentle kiss to the top of his helmet before you'd descended into the cargo hold.

The longer it went on the more he felt for you. You had always been patient and understanding with Grogu, even from day one when Din had bought him back with him from his mission, no questions needed to be asked. You'd known exactly why Din couldn't resist to bring him home.

Tonight though, your patience was being tested. The cries were high pitched and those big eyes were full of real tears. Sometimes you wished he could talk and tell you what was wrong, but he's no different to a human baby in that sense.

Eventually, Din had traversed safely past the asteroids, unable to withstand listening to the noise any longer, if it was deafening him from upstairs, he couldn't imagine what it was doing to your eardrums.

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It had been about ten minutes since Din came and took over, scooping the child into his arms while telling you to go rest, you didn't even hesitate, darting off to the quiet confines of your shared bunk.

You didn't even bother to switch on the over head light, all you wanted right now was to lay in a dark, quiet room. Thanking the maker that the ordeal was finally over.

You're just about to doze off when the door hisses open, light from the hull flooding in makes you wince.

"I'm sorry Cyar'ika" Din steps inside, pressing the button to close the door behind him, plunging the space into darkness once more.

You hear the rustling of him removing his armour, with a few 'Kriffs' added in as he inevitably knocks into the wall.

Soon enough he's crawling into the bunk with you and you shift over to make space for him.

You feel his arm drape over your side, pulling you closer to him, helmet resting against the back of your head, old habits die hard.

His large ungloved hand slips under the hem of your shirt, gently kneading your soft tummy. It's a comfort thing he does sometimes, you've noticed.

A soft contented sigh leaves you as you feel yourself relaxing in his arms.

"Are you okay Cyar'ika? I know tonight was not easy, I'm just sorry I couldn't come help sooner, that asteroid field was treacherous."

"I'm okay now you're here. I don't think he wanted me at all tonight though, that much was clear. Ahh well, all part of being a parent, I suppose."

A modulated chuckle sounds behind you "I suppose it is, doesn't make it any less stressful though. I think I just got lucky with him truthfully. Though it's good practice for when we add another founding to the mix isn't it?"

You'd discussed having a baby before, you'd said the vows a long time ago, he was yours as much as you were his. However the logistics of having a child while Din does the work that he does had meant that you'd both put it on the back burner. Even if it had been on your mind a lot more these days.

You'd stocked up on a special contraceptive brew a while ago on one of the more modern planets, taking it religiously every morning after sharing an intimate encounter.

It was obvious however, that he wanted to get you pregnant, he made no secret of that.

"Yes but imagine two of that? I don't think I'd be able to wait a full hour for help while you steer us through an asteroid field before I start tearing my hair out."

"Cyar'ika, you know I have no intention of continuing this job when we have another foundling. I want to be completely present, I appreciate how you took Grogu on as your own and how good you are with him. But I'm no idiot, I know it's not easy."

You shift in the bunk to face him, laying on your side, your hands coming to rest on his chest "I do know that, you want to find your clan and help rebuild a settlement on a quiet planet somewhere, but we haven't found them yet, Din. I think we should keep waiting at least, until that happens. I know that's not what you want to hear."

"Mesh'la" He starts, lifting his hand to gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, you forget sometimes that with the helmet on he can see in the dark. "Of course, I respect that. I know it would be foolish to bring a child into all this, another one I mean. We'll wait, as long as we have to."

Thank goodness for that night vision, because he can see you smile right now, even after all this time it makes his heart skip a beat.

"Well I'm glad your desire to see me full of your babies hasn't clouded your judgement at least" The teasing in your tone has him grinning under his helmet.

"No, but a man can still dream can't he?" His voice lowers an octave as his hand drops to the waistband of your leggings, teasing his fingers along the elastic, it has the desired effect on you as you feel your pulse quicken.

"I never said he couldn't. Are you planning on taking that helmet off tonight or what?"

"Why would I do that, Mesh'la? I want to be able to see my wife's beautiful face when she cums for me." You're about to offer to put the overhead light on but he doesn't give you a chance, his hand slips under the waistband, dipping down to stroke your folds over your panties, eliciting a soft sigh from you. He can feel the growing wet patch through the cotton. "Yes I think I'll keep it on tonight, you like it anyway, don't you, ner kar'ta?"

He's anything but stupid, knowing exactly how to rile you up. If you were being honest with yourself, the helmet and the armour had been what first attracted you to him, you'd had no choice but to fall for the outer facade before you could see the man underneath and even though he was strikingly handsome, you could still got off when he kept the damn thing on.

It took you back to the earlier days of your relationship, before the vows you'd spoken that meant he could remove it in front of you, the sex had been electrifying, the mystery had added something to it and awakened a part of you that you didn't know existed until you'd met him.

"Keep it on, just this once" you coo, chasing the touch of his fingers with your hips.

"Just this once" He echoes as he presses his fingers tighter against your clit, making you whine foe him. "Needy already hm Cyar'ika? I can feel you soaking those panties. Lift your hips for me" He withdraws his hand as you do what he asks, lifting your hips for him to peel off your leggings and underwear in one go, tossing them away to the tiny patch of floor at the foot of the bunk.

His fingers slowly drift back up your thigh, making goose bumps break out across your body, even after all this time he still knows how to make your body react to him without even trying too hard.

Laying on your side still facing him, your legs part slightly as he reaches the apex of your thighs, teasing the coarse curls there for a moment before he slips a single digit between your folds, groaning lowly when he finds you drenched for him.

"Maker, I barely have to touch you and you're already a mess for me." He purrs as if he's at all surprised by that fact.

He starts off slow and light, circling your clit with the gentlest of pressure. "Does that feel good Mesh'la?"

"Yes, keep going... please." You breathe, your hand sliding down to cup his hardening cock over his pants.

With his free hand his plucks yours off him, gently pinning it above your head. "You first. I need you to cum for me first before I'll even consider letting you touch me." There it is, the assertive side of him that you love so much. "You're going to cum for me as many times as you can take and then I'm going to fuck you. Do you understand, Mesh'la? Nod if you understand." He commands as he adds more pressure to his touch, rubbing your clit in tighter circles now. You manage to nod dumbly as your little gasps and moans fill the bunk.

"So good for me, aren't you? Just let me make you take care of you now Cyar'ika" He drops his hand from your wrist, snaking it around your waist to pull you against him, his helmet pressing agaisnt your forehead.

You're sure your soft pants are fogging up his visor but he doesn't seem to care. Your arm loops around his neck holding onto him as he draws you closer and closer to the edge, feeling that first orgasm building even without needing to slip his fingers inside you. He knows your body inside and out by now, all your little cues are like reading a map to him.

"Din... I... I'm going to..." You tell him in a breathy whisper, as if he couldn't already tell by the way your leg is starting to shake.

"Shh I know, I know Mesh'la. Give it to me, cum for me." He doesn't change his rhythm in any way, keeping the pressure the same with the tight little circles, it's all enough to have you falling apart for him, head thrown back as you moan his name.

He doesn't slow or stop, guiding you through your release, groaning with you when he briefly slips his fingers down to your entrance feeling the flutters and pulsing as you clench around nothing.

"That's it. More Mesh'la, I know you can take more, can't you?" He circles your entrance a few times, collecting your juices before he swipes them back up to your swollen bud, continuing his ministrations.

"Mmhmm. Oh maker... Din... Shit... That's it just like that..." He's applied just the right pressure now and he knows that it won't be long before you're shattering for him once more, it's always the same after he coaxes the first one out of you. At first it had surprised you with how quick he could make you cum in such quick succession but now you revel in it.

And it's not long at all befoee he has you quaking in his arms again, holding you tightly against him. You forget momentarily that the helmets on as you go to kiss him, lips meeting Beskar instead. He let's out a breathy modulated chuckle, finding it adorable, he'll shower you with kisses later.

After that he just keeps going.

Another one.

And another.

And another.

By the fifth orgasm he's pulled from you, you're completely gone, writhing wildly agaisnt him as he works you through it, greedily wanting to bring you to climax one more time. Just one more time, it's always one more time.

But right now you can't, it's too much, you're gasping and angling your hips away from him, forcing him to stop, going boneless in his arms.

"Fuck... Okay... I'm done... I can't any more." you pant into the crook of his neck, both of his arms encircle you now, rubbing up and down your back in a soothing gesture.

"You did so good for me, Cyar'ika. So good. Do you think you can still take my cock or do you want to get some sleep?"

Your head whips up from where it was rested, looking down at him like he's insane. "Oh no no Djarin, you said you were going to fuck me so you'd better stick to that."

You just know his grin is ear to ear under the Beskar. "That's my girl. Turn over."

You oblige, pulling off your shirt as you shift onto your side facing away from him, the bunk is too small for more adventurous positions but you've both learned what works best over the years.

You hear a rustle of fabric behind you as he's taking off his pants, throwing them away from the bed realising quickly that he's also taken off his underwear when you feel his fat tip pressing firmly agaisnt your ass. Smart man.

You twist slightly, blindly reaching back in the dark wanting to touch him, he notices and grabs your hand guiding you to him. You feel him tense initially when your hand wraps around him, soon relaxing when you give him a few slow, experimental tugs. He's heavy in your hand like he always is, his girth hadn't surprised you considering he seemed to walk around like a man who had a reason to be so confident.

"Mesh'la... That feels good. But I need to be inside you, please." The want in his tone has you preening, he's so worked up from getting you off that he can't wait any longer.

You shift back, teasingly wiggling your ass against his cock, letting it slip between your cheeks, his hand flies out to grip your hip as he rocks against you in return, guiding him downwards with your hand to notch him at your entrance.

You move your hand away when he slowly starts to push inside, inch by inch letting you adjust to his thickness until he's buried deep in you.

"You feel so fucking perfect Cyar'ika.... So tight, like you were made for me."

"Din please, I need you to move now."

And he does, with slow, shallow thrusts, drawing back until just the tip of his cock is left inside you before he sinks back in. Keeping his rhythm steady and measured as he builds up to a pace that will have you both seeing stars.

You're rolling your hips back to meet his, his big hand is gripping your hip as he guides your movements, your combined moans and groans rising in volume.

It's not long before he loses control, unable to take it anymore with the noises you're making for him, slipping his free hand under your ribs to grope at your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers, making you gasp and arch back into him.

"Harder Din, please!"

Your breathy whine goes straight to his cock, feeling the familiar tingle building at the base of his spine already.

Not yet. Not yet.

He obliges in your plea, gripping your hip so hard it'll leave indent marks as he thrust into you with more power and speed. The sound of flesh against flesh fills the room along with your cries and sobs of pleasure, desperately trying to match his rhythm still even as he all about takes full control.

He can feel you fluttering around him, the beginnings of your sixth orgasm creeping up on you, he loved that he had this hold on you. That he was the only one who got to make you fall to pieces like this.

"Do you hear how wet she is for me, Mesh'la" He groans in your ear and you do, you can hear how obscene it sounds as your cunt practically sucks him back in with every jut of his hips. "I'm going to fuck you full of me, would you like that hm? You want me to fill you up don't you? Have me dripping out of you all night long."

"Yes! Oh fuck yes. Din please!"

His pulls you back against him in his arms, driving into you with such ferocity that it has you dumb and pliant, unable to do anything but moan and take his cock.

"I've got you, Mesh'la. Cum for me, cum for me and I'll give you what you want."

With a silent scream, you do just that. Clenching so hard around his cock that his hips stutter and he quickly follows behind you, grunting in your ear as he spills inside you, coating your walls with hot, sticky ropes of his cum.

"Oh maker. Fuck... That was amazing..." Din murmur breathlessly behind you, slowly pulling out of your well used hole.

You whine quietly at the loss of him, feeling your combined releases dripping out of you.

You hear a soft hiss behind you, indicating that he's taking the helmet off, with a few shuffles as he sets it at the end of the bunk on the floor and then he's gently rolling you onto your back coaxing your legs to part.

It's a tender side that not many people get to see from him, only you and Grogu these days.

Pressing small kisses to your forehead as he cleans you up with what you assume is his undershirt.

"Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum" it's a light whisper against your skin, you're already succumbing to sleep, exhaustion from the events of the day along with the love you just received from you mandalorian husband, you manage a tired whisper in return.

"I love you too, Din"

Then you're out like a light.

And soon enough, so is he.

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Cyar'ika - Darling/Beloved/Sweetheart

Mesh'la - Beautiful

Nur kar'ta - My heart

Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum - I love you

[howdoyousleep3]

Pairing: 3DWD/Bunny Baby Rating: Mature Word Count: 2.7K Tags: Daddy Kink, Dirty Talk, Power Dynamics, New Relationship, Confession of Feelings, Origin Story, Groping, Office "Sex", Orgasm Denial, Teasing, Age Difference, Size Kink, Yearning (oh the yearning, the chase!) A/N: Woke up one morning thinking about them, couldn't stop myself from pouring it all out into a doc. I don't think about their beginnings enough. I hope you enjoy. ❤️

Bucky suspects something is amiss when he feels more eyes on him than he’s used to as he walks into the office after lunch. 

Truthfully, he’s used to eyes on him wherever he goes, but he’s not used to the silence. 

Hmm. 

He carries on down the hallway towards his office, unbothered yet curious. He quickly stops to check in with Pepper, confirming their outing with their newest client to the nearby fabric district. Bucky is grateful she seems as excited as she is; it’s always thrilling to take on a new client and start a project from the ground up. 

He turns and heads towards his office, fully intending on spending the next hour he has before their outing ensuring his deliveries and meeting times at the Romanoff house later tonight are squared away, when he stops in his tracks. 

The second and final clue that something is amiss. 

He’s embarrassed to admit it, to recognize it. 

Steve is here. 

Bucky can smell him. That overwhelming and intoxicating smell of masculinity, of ruggedness. Cinnamon, sandalwood, citrus; it drives Bucky insane that he can’t pinpoint what the notes are. Steve has claimed he doesn’t wear a cologne. Bucky calls bullshit. 

Nobody smells that good, naturally and without any help. 

Nobody. 

The smell of Steve in his office building, on his floor, nearby, immediately puts him on edge. He wills his knees to keep him upright even when his body and mind want to cave immediately. There’s no way Steve is here. Bucky must be imagining it, his subconsciousness conjuring up the smell in his mind in order to distract him, in order to force Bucky to think of Steve when he’s convinced himself he doesn’t want to. 

No, he won’t be distracted by a crush, by a one-night-stand. 

He reaches for his keys, opens his office door with ease— 

And nearly falls to the floor. 

Steve is here. In his office, standing at his office window seemingly admiring the view of the city just outside it. 

What is Steve doing here? More importantly, how did he get into Bucky’s office? 

When Steve turns to look at him, expression riddled with proud mischievousness, Bucky immediately takes pause. He can’t let Steve think he has the upper hand even though he’s surprised Bucky at his place of work. He can’t let Steve’s sweet talking ways and his rugged sex appeal chip away at Bucky’s self-control and boundaries. 

This is unacceptable. 

But Christ, Steve looks good. 

He looks better than good— he looks sexy as hell. 

His beard is neatly trimmed, his hair infuriatingly windswept. He looks as if he’s come off the farm after a long day's work: well-worn jeans, a navy blue henley that clings to the bulk in his arms, a pair of reliable boots. A leather bomber jacket with a sherpa collar is tossed carelessly across one of the chairs opposite of Bucky’s desk. The ensemble’s sticker price would send Bucky reeling into a coma, but one would never know it. 

He’s certain Steve doesn’t even know how much his clothes cost and that’s because he doesn’t care. He doesn’t have to care. And the thought of Steve not caring about price tags is enough to ratchet up the arousal Bucky is trying uselessly to ignore. 

Stay strong. 

“Hey, Bunny…” 

Fuck. 

Bucky’s willpower clings to its existence. 

Bucky takes a deep breath, steps into his office, and closes the door behind him. He ignores Steve’s pet name for him even though it digs under his skin in the hottest of ways. Nobody has ever given him a pet name. Bucky doesn’t do pet names, is too strong-willed and confident for them. No partner has ever babied him or given him sweet names or worshipped the ground he walks on. 

Steve did it from the moment they locked eyes. 

Bucky sends out feelers for his willpower, questions if it even exists when it comes to Steve. 

“What are you doing here?” is all Bucky can damn near choke out. He steels his spine and walks to his desk, barely able to put one foot in front of the other. 

When he chances a glance up and over at Steve, he nearly whimpers. Fuck, he’s so sexy, Bucky can barely stand to look at him. 

Steve shrugs. 

“I was in the area, thought I’d stop by.” 

A lie, one that Bucky can call him out on. 

“No you weren’t. There’s nothing around here that would interest you.” 

Steve chuckles and the noise goes right to Bucky’s groin. 

“You interest me,” he says matter of factly, pushing away from the window. “Thought I made that pretty clear, Buck.” 

Bucky swallows audibly, makes a show of turning his computer on. 

Yeah, pretty fucking clear. The older man has all but professed his love for Bucky, sent him endless gift deliveries, whispered his affection and awe into Bucky’s skin, laid himself bare and—

Stop. 

No sex, don’t think about sex with Steve, god. 

“How’d you get in here?” Bucky presses, ignoring the hot press of Steve’s presence against the line of his back.

He can sense Steve’s easy grin even if he doesn’t chance another look up at him. 

“I sweet talked my way in. I’m pretty good at sweet talkin’. Ain’t that right, Bun?” 

He doesn’t think Steve understands the power of his sweet talking ways, even as he jokes about it. 

Bucky thinks he’s sweating, can feel the drops of it pooling in the curve of his lower back, can feel it on his upper lip. It’s embarrassing. He can command a boardroom, lead a design team, walk confidently through rooms, homes, exhibits he himself has designed. He’s confident, overly so, is bossy and demanding and overbearing. 

And here he is crumbling under the mere words of Steve Rogers, a man ten years his senior who has been relentlessly chasing after him ever since their first date. 

This is what Bucky gets for sleeping with Steve on their first date. But fuck, who could blame him? 

Bucky feels as if he’s going into heat. 

When Bucky turns to admittedly flee from his office and demand security come take Steve from it, he runs right into the familiar wall of packed muscle. The older man doesn’t even hesitate; he grabs onto Bucky confidently and purposefully. 

“It’s easy to get what I want, Buck. I’m a man who’s used to getting what he wants,” Steve murmurs, a mitt for a hand cupping the back of Bucky’s head, the second pulling Bucky snugly against his front by his lower back. 

When their bodies meet, sex is all Bucky can think about. 

“That’s why I’m so frustrated with how difficult it’s been to get the thing I want most,” Steve tells him, his voice taking on a gravely edge that damn near sends Bucky under. “I appreciate a good chase, I love good back and forth. But goddamnit, Buck— what the fuck are you makin’ me wait around for?” 

Bucky feels the burn of shame in the form of a blush build on his neck.

The thing is, Bucky doesn’t have a good answer and he’s ironically afraid to admit that he’s scared. This isn’t traditional, this isn’t normal, what he shares with Steve. Their age difference is surely to be frowned upon, Steve’s position as a CEO will surely make it seem to others as if Bucky is just wanting into his pockets. 

More prevalent and more difficult to admit is that Bucky’s not used to Steve’s treatment of him. 

He doesn’t think he’s deserving of Steve’s treatment. He doesn’t know what to do with his attention and his affection and the way he wants to surround Bucky with an endless flow of devotion. 

Steve’s fingers tighten in his hair and Bucky all but moans, bringing his hands up to curl his fingers into the front of Steve’s shirt. He wants to curl his lips up in a snarl when his fingers find their way into the fuzz just underneath said shirt. 

“I won’t have you denying us something good because you want to be stubborn. I won’t have you stopping us from having each other because you’re afraid.”

Bucky does what he does best when he’s backed into a corner— push. 

“I don’t want you,” he weakly attempts, the words making his gut churn and his throat burn, his body rejecting them immediately. 

Steve smiles, crowds Bucky further against his desk. 

“Don’t fuckin’ lie to me, Bunny,” he turns and whispers into Bucky’s ear, their bodies curling tightly together. Steve easily pulls Bucky into him, a hand on his nape and now an arm around his lower back, reminding Bucky what Steve does to his body. 

Just the presence of Steve, the press and bend of their bodies together, does something to Bucky that he’s never experienced with someone else. 

When Steve squeezes at his nape, pulling Bucky’s attention upwards, the older man’s exhale sounds like a groan. 

Bucky’s vision blurs when he feels Steve’s growing and impressive erection dig into his belly. 

“You’ll learn not to lie to your Daddy over time,” Steve tells him, breath hot on Bucky’s mouth. The title goes right to Bucky’s own growing erection, arousal shooting through his body hot like lightning, his mouth dropping open to let a whine easily slip out. 

“You may try to lie to me now, but your pretty little body can’t lie to me, oh no. Sweetheart, your body can’t lie to me. Just look at’chu…”

Bucky is finding it more and more difficult to remember why he’s spent weeks denying Steve another chance with him. Steve’s hands feel like magic on his body, like Bucky can drop the facade and feel. And once Bucky’s eyes lock with Steve’s ocean ones, they drive that point home even further— 

Let go. 

Unsurprisingly, Steve sees the internal waver. 

“There he is,” Steve coos, deliciously pursing his lips around Bucky’s bottom one. “There’s who I’ve been chasing.”

Steve presses another hot kiss to his mouth, Bucky’s knees buckling. 

“Who I’m done chasing.” 

Another long and hot kiss that Bucky helplessly moans into this time. 

“Who I want.”

Just when Steve dips his tongue into the next set of kisses he gives Bucky, he trails his lips down the column of Bucky’s neck, sucking his way down it. Bucky doesn’t even fight the way his eyes roll back into his head.

“Want is an understatement— I’m damn near obsessed. You may be afraid to show your true feelings or give into this, but I’m not, Bun. I can’t stop thinkin’ about you. Everything I do in a day I wonder what it would be like to do it with you by my side. When I go to sleep, I want you there. When I wake up, I want you there.” 

“Steve…” 

“When I touch my cock, I want you there. Fuck, do I want you and your tight, little bunny ass there.” 

It’s as if he’s lost all sense of himself as Bucky hears those words. He curls his fingers around Steve’s thick neck at the same time he moves to wind his legs mindlessly around Steve’s stocky waist. He knows Steve will hold him, that Daddy won’t let him fall, and he’s proven right when Steve does just that with a heavy exhale. He gathers Bucky easily up into his hands, obviously appreciating the feel and weight of Bucky in them, before sitting him on top of his own desk. 

“Christ, I miss you, Buck,” he tells him in between kisses, hands holding onto either side of Bucky’s face. “Tell me you miss me too, baby.” 

Bucky’s moan grates against the front of his throat. 

“I miss you,” Bucky murmurs, reaching for Steve’s tongue with his own. “I miss you so much, Daddy.” 

Steve groans into Bucky’s mouth. 

“Fuck yeah, missed that. Missed the hell outta that. Lemme hear it again, Bun.”

Easily, eagerly.

“Daddy…” 

Bucky lets out every ounce of pent up want and need he’s been ignoring over the past weeks and pours it into that word. He digs his fingers into Steve’s shirt, yanking at it until his hands meet the warm skin of his stomach, pulling at the older man until Bucky’s hands slide easily around to his muscled back.

Steve’s skin is so shockingly warm it forces another moan out of Bucky’s throat.

As someone who runs cold, he misses that warmth. 

“You’re such a fuckin’ brat,” Steve mumbles between kisses before he’s smirking. “We’re gonna have so much fun together.” 

Bucky is more than ready to let Steve fuck him on his own desk, in his own office. The thrill of being chased by someone he’s so wildly attracted to combined with the surprise of him showing up at Bucky’s office to confess his feelings has Bucky feeling like a live wire. His dick is so hard his balls ache, Steve’s hands on his body coaxing noises of pleasure out of him that others are sure to hear. 

If they saw Steve walk in though, they shouldn’t be surprised by what’s happening in here. 

He turns his cheek and bites at Steve’s bearded jawline, reaching for the older man’s belt buckle, fingers digging into his zipper to feel the pushback against the metal. 

“You got a party tonight?” 

Bucky is too distracted by the feel of Steve’s thick cock beneath the denim of his jeans to register his question. 

It’s a bite on Bucky’s own chin that pulls him back into his brain. 

“What?”

“Don’t you have a Christmas party tonight?” 

“How…how do you know about that?” 

Steve’s teeth catch Bucky’s bottom lip between them. Bucky’s toes curl in his dress shoes. 

“Pepper told me about it.”

Of course she did. 

“I’ll pick you up at 8.” 

What? 

Bucky’s vision may be blurred, but he’s certain Steve is pulling away, suddenly widening the gap between them. His dick aches something fierce between his legs, yearning for Steve’s touch, Steve’s mouth, Steve. 

“What?” Bucky asks, unable to hide his breathlessness, running a hand down and over his mouth. 

Steve’s reached his jacket now and he turns to Bucky, slipping his arms into it. 

He barely looks affected by their office rendezvous at all. 

“I’ll pick you up at eight at your place. Make sure you pack a bag; you’re comin’ home with me tonight.”

Bucky resists the urge to collapse back onto his desk. 

“Are you…are you insane?” Bucky huffs, doing nothing to disguise his annoyance at being left in his office to deal with his own erection. He watches through half-lidded eyes as Steve walks back over to him, stepping between Bucky’s spread legs and reaching for his throat. 

“You thought I’d come in here, profess my love, and give you my cock?” 

Bucky’s neck goes lax at the word love, but he curls his lip anyway. 

“Yes?” 

Steve chuckles happily into his last set of smacking kisses before squeezing at the fingers around Bucky’s throat. 

Fuck. 

“Daddy’s got a lot to teach you.” 

He gives Bucky’s cheek a light smack. 

“You make sure and wear somethin’ pretty for me, you hear?”

Bucky doesn’t argue. His heart slams against his ribs. He hears Steve at the door of his office. 

“I’ll have what I want you to wear underneath it sent over.” 

Bucky not-so-slowly collapses backwards onto his desk, chest falling and rising rapidly, dick throbbing in time with it. 

“I’ll see you soon, Bun. Don’t ignore my calls.” 

And just as surprisingly as he showed up, Steve’s gone, leaving Bucky a damn near hyperventilating mess atop his once pristine desk. 

With too much to think about, Bucky focuses on settling his breathing, on easing the ache in his dick without the time or place to take care of himself. When the absurdity of the situation hits him, when the full force of his crush on Steve makes him kick his feet where he lies, Bucky giggles. 

And once he starts, he can’t stop. 

Steve was right— they’re going to have so much fun together.

[restinslices]

Angst Idea: Headcanons or one shot is up to you; but the idea of Bi-Han’s kid died awhile ago prior to the games events(probably do to a rival clan wanting to take out the next heir of the clan) and it fuels a lot of his resentment towards liu Kang and stuff. It’s not until he meets one of the versions of his kid from a different timlime( probably during Khaos regins or during one of the many invasion seasons) and he ends up desperately trying to connect with this version of his kid even if it’s not really his original version of them.

Oh this is delicious.

I'm writing this on the tumblr website so I can’t check the word count, soooo to prevent this from being stupidly long, Imma split this into two parts (if ya’ll want the next part).

CW: Angst, child death, non canon storyline

(He so damn fine. The red flags just looking like flags~)

Bi-Han knew he had his faults. He was ill tempered, dishonest, untrusting, held grudges, the list could go on and on. All those flaws disappeared when he was around a special someone, tossed in the wind and floating about, waiting until he was away from them.

He wouldn't blame anyone for assuming he'd be a strict father who took issue with everything his child did. He knew Kuai Liang and Tomas assumed he'd be just like that, only to be surprised when he proved himself to be the gentlest of souls when it came to his baby.

"Aw man!" The seven year old pouted as they kicked at a rock, "okay, you hide next and I'll try to find you!". Hide and Seek had been their favorite game for years now, for reasons he didn't know. He just chalked it up to one of the many things they found intriguing that he personally didn't care for. They covered their eyes with their hands, "one! Two! Three-!

Bi-Han's rough hands pulled theirs from their eyes, "playtime is over". He had already let them skip out on the last hour of their lessons. He had to be somewhat sensible and at least get them to bed on time. "We'll play again tomorrow"

"But I wanna play now"

"Yeah? Well-"

A gasp followed by a squeal left them, which honestly could've meant a number a things. Children were excitable by nature but he swore they had more energy than any normal child did.

"Daddy look!" his eyes followed where they pointed, eventually seeing…

A butterfly.

A butterfly?

That's what got them excited? "Isn't it pretty?

Not necessarily. It was just a butterfly. A little insect with wings. Whatever caused them to squeal, he didn't see it. But he also wasn't a child anymore. His mind had been reigned in by the reality of being an adult long ago, his childish wonder dripping out of him until there was nothing left. "It's a butterfly"

"But isn't it pretty?". He shrugged. "You don't like butterflies?

"I don't care for them"

"Why not?

"I just don't. Come on, let's go home"

His extended hand went ignored, his child instead choosing to slowly approach the flower the butterfly sat on. "I think you should start liking butterflies. They're small, but small things keep us happy". Ugh, what cereal box did they read that from?

"I'll considerate it" he said, trying not to sound as uninterested as he actually was. "Let's go home"

"Hey dad" you looked over at him, "I'm gonna make history when I'm Grandmaster. Wanna know how?

Hmm... Your intellect maybe? You'll be known as the wisest Grandmaster the Lin Kuei have had so far. Or maybe your strength. You'll crush the bones in someone's body without even thinking. Or maybe you'll be fast enough to kill 1000 men within the blink of an eye. Or maybe-

"I'm gonna be happy"

Happy? How would being happy make history?

"Grandpa was pretty grumpy sometimes. You are too. Maybe Grandmasters are always grumpy. I won't be though. I'm gonna be the very first happy Grandmaster. You wanna know how?". You fully turned to face him, arms outstretched "like this. I'll have open arms"

As smart as Bi-Han was, you had fully lost him by now. "Open arms?

You nodded, "yeah. That means I won't be all angry and violent all the time. I'll be kind. That's what I wanna be when I grow up; kind. I think everyone would be a lot more happier if everyone was kind. Everyone doesn't have to be sad and angry". The butterfly began to flutter away, catching your attention. "Maybe I'll inspire others to greet the world with open arms. You think I can do that?”

No. As harsh as it sounded, Bi-Han knew what you wanted was impossible. People would always yell, fight and kill. The world would continue to be ugly because that's just how the world was. There was no "greeting the world with open arms". That wasn't realistic. No Grandmaster was happy because being a Grandmaster meant carrying a heavy burden. You'd see.

But he couldn't tell you that. You looked too sweet and innocent, eyes full of light when thinking about a future that couldn't be.

"I think... " he began, setting his hand down on your shoulder. "I think you can do whatever you set your mind to"

That smile was worth the lie.

"Can we play one more round of hide and seek before we go home? Please please please? I won't even choose a super good hiding spot, and we can use the clap rules! Please please please please pleeeeeasssee?”

No! You need to get to bed!

"Alright, fine"

Dammit Bi-Han. Just one more round, then you'd be off to bed. Then he swore he'd be more strict with you.

"Close your eyes!”

Yeah yeah, he knew how the game went. He closed his eyes before covering them with his hands (because you always sword he was peeking if he didn't cover his eyes), then counted loudly. 1, 2, 3, he shouted each number until he got to 10. "First clap!”

Clap clap!

East.

His feet carried him while his eyes scanned the area. The faster he found you, the faster you could both be inside. He wouldn't admit it, but damn, he was tired. A mix of both physical and mental exhaustion, but he tried his best to hide all that from you.

"Second clap!”

He waited a bit.

Silence.

"Second clap!" he shouted louder. Still, all he got was silence in return. There was no way you didn't hear him. You always heard him when he called for you. "Clap or we're going home!".

More silence.

Then a ear piercing scream.

"DAD, HELP!”

You were a jokester, yeah, but this was no prank. You'd never play like this with him, and that scream, it was of genuine horror. It was a tone he had never heard you use before. A tone that scared the hell out of him, and caused him to run in the direction where he last heard you clap.

He kept running, calling out for you, heart thumping faster than it ever had before. A snake. Let it be a snake that frightened you. Or a spider. Anything but you actually being harmed. “WHERE ARE YOU?!”.

“DAD!”.

He was getting closer.

He could hear you crying.

All these stupid fucking trees were in his way. He kept having to finagle his way through them, which only added to his panic. Seconds wasted on trying not to run straight into one. “I’M COMING!”.

“DAD!”

“I’M-“ he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you. A nightmare. That’s what he wanted this to be. This couldn’t be real. You couldn’t actually be laying on the ground, blood seeping from the several stab wounds you had. How? He had just saw you!

Someone had been watching you. How hadn’t he noticed?!

“I have you” he ran to your side, heart tearing into two when he heard you cry in reaction to him sitting you up. “Daddy’s here. I have you”. Who would do this to you?! Who would attack a child just trying to play with their father?!

“I’m scared” you managed to get out in between your heavy breathing. So was he.

“Don’t be. I have you”.

“I don’t wanna die”.

“You won’t! I’ll get you home!”. You blinked, but it lasted too long. He had to get you home now! “Stay awake. I have you”. That’s all he wanted you to do. Just stay awake and let him get you help.

Your breathing changed almost at an instant. Your hyperventilating slowed, which was the exact opposite of what he wanted. “Dad…”.

Bi-Han watched as you let out your last breath.

Your eyes were still open, but they lacked the warmth from earlier. They were lifeless now, no light in sight. A smile no longer graced your face. There was no talk of open arms. There was no big speech like there was in the books he read as a child. You were just gone.

“Baby” he whispered, “wake up. Don’t- this is an order from your Grandmaster! Get up! GET UP!”. He shook you with all his might, but the dead didn’t follow orders. He rocked back and forth, your blood staining his clothes, his forehead on yours, letting out the most gut wrenching sobs he had ever let out in his entire life. When his mother died, he was sad, but he was comforted by the fact that she had lived a beautiful and long life. You were so young. You still had so much of the world to see. Shit, maybe you actually could’ve led some unnatural era of peace. He didn’t fucking know. All he knew was that it would never happen now.

His baby was gone. His beautiful sweetheart with a laugh as beautiful as the clouds in the sky, was gone.

You were just a corpse now.

~~

When Bi-Han found out that Liu Kang was the creator of this timeline, he wasn’t shocked like the others. He hadn’t seen it coming, but he felt something stronger than shock.

He felt rage.

As creator of this timeline, not only had he chosen to have the Lin Kuei remain mediocre, but he must’ve known that you would be killed.

“That’s not true” he tried to tell Bi-Han, “I am no puppet master. I had no idea that your child would die, and I didn’t plan for it to happen”.

“Then bring them back”.

“I can’t”.

Bullshit. He could do anything! He just refused to!

Liu Kang… he was the true traitor yet everyone was angry with Bi-Han?! He hadn’t meant for Sindel to die, but why was everyone upset by her death? What about his child? No one demanded justice for them! Even when their death was fresh, all these people who cried for Sindel, their “allies”, did nothing. Liu Kang could’ve burnt their rival clan down to the ground, but no! Bi-Han had to carry the weight of his grief, and somehow think straight enough to make a plan of attack. When he looked up from your corpse and spotted the pendant of his rival clan nearby, gods, he wanted everyone to die. And Liu Kang had the nerve to advise him to think on it first?! No!

“The innocent men, women and children-”

What about his child?!

That grudge was the wind beneath his wings, carrying him away from everyone he once called an ally. But it also carried him to what appeared to be his own destruction.

He was in an unfamiliar timeline now, woozy from the fight he was just in. Fine, maybe he should’ve made a better decision, but at least he was doing something! Liu Kang would probably have him be inactive as always!

But now he was in an even worse spot. In unfamiliar lands with a madman ranting about his need for anarchy. Black tendrils with sharp points came closer and closer to Bi-Han, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t afraid.

Then, there was a noise. A clattering on the ground.

Before Titan Havik could react, a sudden wave of ice filled the nearby area, freezing anyone with their feet touching the ground. Ice crawled up the nearby machines, but thankfully it didn’t stick the way it did to flesh.

“Move move move!”. Ugh, of all variants, it had to be Jonny Cage?

Johnny Cage in a military uniform? He needed a nap.

“How long do those bombs last?” Johnny asked, rushing over to Geras and freeing him from his confines.

“Long enough for us to get out of here!”.

That voice…

He was upside down, but he could still recognize the child approaching him. He heard that voice in his dreams and nightmares. Of course he’d recognize it.

“Hi dad”.

His baby.

TUMBLR PLS STOP DELETING RANDOM SHIT! THIS IS SUCH A RANDOM ASS GLITCH-

[diaferia-dhades]

Tantrum II - Queen of Onychinus

Sylus x MC (SMUT, MDNI)

Warnings: brat taming, slight bdms(if you squint), edging, CNC, overstimulation, breeding, oral (female receiving), size kink, creampie, safe words, swearing

Word Count:3373, no proofreading

Preview: Based on Tantrum, their one-week baby makin'.

Note: I was originally planning to write like 4 or 5 days out of one week, but it has gotten so long and seemed to be dragging on, that I had to delete most of it and just wrote the first and last day. Also, I'm not the most experienced at writing smut, so please bear with me.

Sylus was in bed. Furious. His eyes glowered as he shut the door and plopped me onto the bed. As soon as his mist let go of me, I quickly got up to try to run out the bedroom, but Sylus immediately grabbed my waist and pushed me back onto the bed.

"H-Hello, Sylus, " I stammered.

"Hello, sweetie." Sylus smirked. "Hope you had fun."

I nervously chucked, "uh, how was the meeting?"

Sylus' smile faded. "Changing the subject won't save you, kitten. Hope you know that."

I smiled innocently, "Oh? What subject should we talk about?"

Sylus stared down at me, clearly frustrated. I smiled, feeling proud that I could make him feel that way. "You better wipe that smile off your face, sweetie."

"Or what?"

Sylus narrowed his eyes, "You love to push my buttons, don't you."

I nervously laughed and scooted closer to the edge of the bed. Sylus lay on his side, propped up by his elbow on the mattress, watching me inching toward the edge. Amusement danced in his eyes as if waiting to see what I would do next.

I used that opportunity to run. I hopped off the bed and ran for the door. I unlocked the door and tried opening it. Except it was closed tightly, as if there was someone standing on the other side of the door, forcing it closed. I looked at the rims of the door, noticing those red mists.

Bastard!

I whipped my head over to look at Sylus. He continued to lie on the bed. I can see his hardened length pressing against his robe.

"Are you done, sweetie?" His voice sounded deeper. His eyes looked at me hungrily.

I pressed my back on the door, "Look, I uh..." I racked my brain, trying to think of anything to say.

Sylus looked at me, waiting for me to continue.

"I uh, well you kind of deserved it."

Sylus eyes darkened. "I deserve this?"

I nodded and folded my arms, "Yes. You left me when I wanted to you stay. I'd say it's a reasonable punishment."

"Sweetie. Sending that image is punishment enough."

"Well, I was feeling petty-" I started and gasped when I felt my body being pushed onto the bed.

Sylus leaned down and grabbed my chin, lifting it up so I could only look at him. "Your cruelty knows no bounds, sweetie. Your punishment is truly unreasonable. I'd say it's more reasonable that I punish you for the unjust punishment you had on me."

I gulped.

"You sure know how to tease." He rolled on top of me, his hands on either of my head, his knees on either side of my hip, looking down at me. "Raven is the safe word. Use any other words, I won't stop."

I'm already regretting everything.

I didn't know when it started or when it ended. My clothes are discarded somewhere on the floor. Sylus used one hand locking my hands above my head while his other hand, his two fingers deep inside of me. Every time I was about to come, Sylus would release his fingers and I would be clenching at nothing.

I was crying, begging. "Sylus, please, let me come, please, please!"

Sylus smirked, "Aw, don't you love being teased."

This fucking bastard. I whined with frustration.

Sylus chuckled, "If I want you to come, I'll let you come."

It has already been nearly half an hour. Half an hour of edging. The bedsheet was wet from how much I was dripping. Two fingers plumping inside of me. "Sylus, please, please, please..." I felt so close to coming, I begged, but he still took his fingers out of my weeping hole, denying me. Tears streamed down my cheeks. My legs are shaking.

Sylus licked my arousal off his fingers. "Fuck, you taste so good." He let go of my hands and leaned back, gathered the wetness around my hole, and stroked his length with it, trying to lube it with my wetness. I stare at him with anticipation.

He smirked. Finally, and finally, he slid into me. Perhaps from the number of times I was denied, I instantly came when he slid in, convulsing around him, trying to suck him further into me. I moaned as he groaned.

"Fuck," Sylus gritted his teeth. He slowly thrust into me, but each trust was hard, slamming himself into me, with his tip kissing my cervix each time.

I went from gasping to whining to moaning, chanting his name like a religion. I couldn't tell if I had already come again because I already felt the overstimulation. I quickly scooted back, to have him slide out of me, and closed my legs with my hands covering between my legs.

"I never said you can close your legs. Spread them." Sylus commanded.

I shook my head, "S'too much!"

Sylus growled in frustration and used his evol to grab my hand and pin it above my head. "You can handle it." Then he grabbed my knees, practically pried my legs apart, and slammed into my abused hole, watching my facial expressions as he slid all of himself inside of me. Before Then he slid out until only the tip was inside before slamming back into me, knocking the breath out of me.

Each thrust is hard and fast. Going all the way out and going all the way in. I was a moaning mess. He leaned down and licked before giving wet kisses along my neck. Then he bit down on my shoulder and I winced and moaned from both the pain and pleasure.

"Tell me, sweetie. Was it fun?" He said in between sucking on my neck. "Was it fun making me wait?"

I couldn't respond. I was mumbling nonsense and moaning.

I can feel I'm getting close. Sylus knows I'm close to how I'm tightening my walls around him. "Don't come yet." He commands.

I shook my head, fresh tears rolled down my cheeks. "Can't" I slurred. "I-I can't" Then I came so fast that it caught me by surprise.

Sylus slowed down and growled, "Didn't I tell you not to come?"

He hooked his hands under my knees, bringing them closer to my chest. Then he thrust deeper this time. Each thrust knocked the air out of my lungs.

"You don't come until I tell you to, do you understand?"

I nodded frantically, the only sounds that were coming out of my mouth were moans and his name. I can already feel the heat, the buildup, between my legs. I closed my eyes, trying to think of something else. Anything that stops me from coming.

"Eyes on me." His deep voice commands.

I opened my eyes and looked into his red eyes. With this new angle, I knew I wouldn't be able to last long. I try to think of something else, but I already feel the buildup is ready to snap.

"Come for me." A single command made me come undone. I opened my mouth in a silent scream, my back arched, my head thrown back, as I felt my entire body shake from such a powerful orgasm. However, Sylus didn't slow down, continuing to ram into me.

"Wait, wait," I panted, trying to push him away shakily to give my body a break from the orgasm.

Sylus groaned, "I can feel you convulsing around me. Fuck, you're so hot." Just a few more thrusts and he painted my walls. I involuntary convulse around him, as if trying to push his seeds further inside of me, pushing it into my womb.

My legs shook violently. Sylus slid out and I felt his come sliding out of me. Sylus spread my legs wider, watching his come, mixed along with my juices, slide out of me, onto the bedsheet.

Sylus groaned. I looked down and saw his length hardens again. I pried his hand off my knees and closed my legs. I tried to scoot away from him.

"We are not done yet." Sylus grabbed my ankle and dragged me toward him. Sylus tried to pry my legs apart, but I forcefully kept them closed.

"You should apologize first!" I yelled.

Sylus smirked, "We'll see who apologizes first." Then he throws both of my legs over one side of his shoulder.

My eyes widen, knowing what he's trying to do. Before I could do anything, I felt his tip, and then he slid in again. I moaned loudly. I felt his entire length inside of me. With the legs closed, he felt nearly twice as big.

I tried to spread my legs but Sylus held them closed. "I gave you the opportunity to spread them, but you decided to be difficult, so let's do this instead."

He thrust in and out, fast. I felt him hitting all the sweet spots that I didn't even realize existed. Sylus smirked as he watched me struggle beneath him, trying to pry him off from the overstimulation.

"Stop, stop, please," My plead fell on deaf ears. Sylus kept the rhythm and I came again. Sylus allowed me a few seconds to catch my breath before flipping me over for another round.

I didn't know how many times we had done it. I tried to crawl away only for him to drag me back. I tried to escape from Sylus. Wherever he caught me is where we ended up fucking. We were doing it on the floor, the nightstand, on the sofa, the window, the walls, then on the door. Each escape was closer to the door, yet I was still confined in that room, impaled by my husband who seemed to not have enough.

One day turned into two. Then three. In a blink of an eye, it's already the sixth day. We went into a routine. We would wake up late, cuddle, and then full-blown sex for several hours into the night. The only times he would stop was either when I passed out or used the safe word. I swear my walls had been stretched and molded for him and him only.

I didn't know whether it was morning or evening, but as soon as I woke up, my husband devoured me hungrily. I giggled when he peppered kissed my neck. "Dear, I just woke up."

"I haven't had breakfast," Sylus answered before licking my breast. The nipple immediately stood up from the attention.

I moaned, "Let's go breakfast."

Sylus licked my nipple before closing his mouth around it. I felt his tongue twirl around my nipple before sucking it. He let go of my nipple with a pop. "I'm having you as breakfast."

"What about me?" I whined.

"I'll make you something after I'm done." He turned his attention to my other breast before I could protest.

Each of his kisses went lower and lower until he reached the heat between my legs. I gasped and moaned. He licked and kissed my cunt before stimulating my clit with his tongue. At first, it was a slow circle movement, as if trying to warm my clit before gently sucking it. Then he would go back to my cunt, licking, kissing, and sucking, like a hungry man who hasn't eaten for days. His eyes were closed as if to savor me. As I felt the pleasure building up, he paid more attention to my clit, trying to draw out my organism. I moaned loudly as I came into his mouth. Sylus groaned, slurping in the juices. He gave a few kisses between my legs before coming up. His lips were wet from my arousal. He leaned in and kissed me, tasting myself from his lips.

"God, you taste so divine." He said before diving in between my legs again.

I quickly pressed my hand against him. "I'm hungry."

Sylus licked my slit and kissed my clit, making me shiver, before taking my hands and kissed my knuckles. "Alright, I'll get something for us to eat."

I nodded, "I would like that."

Sylus smiled, "Don't move, let me take care of you."

Sylus gave me "breakfast", cleaned up the room, and drew a bath for us. All I did was lay in bed and have him carry me everywhere.

He carried me into the bathtub, setting me onto his lap. I leaned backward onto his chest and sighed in bliss. Sylus massaged my body. One of many things I enjoy about Sylus is the fact that he gives very good aftercare. After our intimate session, he would always make sure to pamper me afterward. Speaking of intimate, I think I only used the safe word twice. I feel proud. I might be starting to catch up to Sylus' stamina. Perhaps one day I might have him crying under me. The logical side of my brain tells me that is not going to happen.

One second he was giving me a massage the next, his hand and lips were roaming all over my body.

I giggled, "Sylus, really?"

Sylus nuzzled my neck, "Sweetie, I haven't heard a single apology from you."

I playfully slap his arm, "It is your fault! Yours! If you're so upset that I spent too much money-"

"Oh, honey, I don't mind that at all. Honestly, I wish you'd spent more. You left me hanging while you went out. Tell me, who did you spend your evening with that is more important than me?"

I blinked, confused at his words. Then I remembered the night I cockblocked him when I went to the movies with Tara. I huffed, "I'm not telling you."

Sylus narrowed his eyes, "That person sure is important. I wasn't even able to track you. You sure take measures to make sure I don't find you."

Sylus waited for my response and when I gave none, he pressed me closer to him and whispered into my ear, "Sounds like I haven't tamed my wife enough yet."

Immediately, I tried to leave the bathtub but Sylus pushed me back onto him. "Sweetie, where are you going?"

"Not here. Seriously. It hurts when we did it last time." I remember that time when we tried to do it in the bathtub. Worst idea ever. The water washed all the lube away and it was like we did it raw. Shower and bathtub sex can be left in the books and our imagination.

Sylus chuckled, "Who said I'm fucking you here."

I looked at him surprised, "You're not?"

"Do you want me to?"

I shook my head. He slowly picked me up, "Good." He stepped out of the bathtub and set me down. "I'm planning to fuck you against the wall."

Before I could react, he slammed his lips on mine and pushed me onto the wall. His tongue roamed inside of my mouth, tasting me, while his fingers roamed between my legs. He breaks off the kiss, smiling that I was panting.

He pressed a finger into me and I winced loudly. He scowled slightly, "Sorry, didn't realize you're not wet enough. I'll take care of that." He kneeled down, tossed one of my legs over his shoulder, and dived in between my legs.

I felt his tongue and lips dance in between my thighs. I moaned, grabbing a fistful of his hair. A few kisses, he inserted a finger in me. "There you go, now she's wet enough." He pumps his finger in and out a few more times before sliding his finger out.

He stood up, hooked his arms under my knees, and placed his palm over my bottom. I yelped when he lifted me up then moaned when slides his length into me. I gasped and winced from the sensation. "Sylus, it still hurts a little." I held onto his shoulder, squeezing it tightly.

He stopped halfway. He kissed me gently, on my lips, then go down onto my neck and shoulder before slowly rolled his hip into mine.

At first, he started slow, allowing my body to adjust to his size and wet enough for him to move faster. Then he went full-on slamming into me. I gripped his shoulder and back for dear life, fearing I might fall. I tossed my head back as I came, panting. "I didn't know you were that impatient." I glared at Sylus.

He chuckled, "Have you seen yourself? Any man would lose control if they see you like this." He used his lips on my cheek and gently guided my face to the side. Looking in the mirror. I couldn't believe what I looked like. My face was red, my mouth opened, and half-lidded eyes. I look like I already got fucked dumb from just one round. It made me wonder what I looked like after several rounds.

He whispered into my ear, "Look at yourself while I fuck you senseless. Perhaps then you'll understand why."

He snaps his hips into mine. I moaned loudly. The way I behaved, I felt embarrassed. Sylus groaned before spilling his seeds inside of me. He slowly slid out of me and then turned me toward the mirror. He shoved me toward the mirror and lifted one of my legs.

"Are you seeing this, love?" Sylus whispered into my ear. He guided my face down slightly, making me look at my cunt through the mirror. Both of our come are dripping out of my abused hole. "Are you seeing what you're doing to me?" Then he pressed his tip into me before sliding all of him into me again.

I gasped. I knew he was big but I never realized how big he really is until I saw us fucking in front of the mirror. Honestly, I don't even know how he could fit all of him inside of me. The way his length slid out and in me and the slight bulging was turning me on.

Sylus chuckled, "Does watching yourself turn you on? I can feel you tightening me around me."

I can only moan in response, slightly embarrassed.

"Don't hold yourself back, sweetie. Watch how much your hole begs for me."

The way my vaginal opening wrapped around his length, the way he keeps sliding out then disappearing inside me, hitting all the spots. He guided my face so that I would be looking at my face. "Look at yourself while you come on my dick."

It didn't take me to come onto him. I saw myself throwing my head back slightly, eyes half-lidded, and drool rolling down on the side of my mouth. Sylus groaned loudly as he finished inside of me.

"I wish I had my phone with me so I can take a picture of you like this." He groaned.

My legs were trembling. Sylus let go of my leg. Considering how tall he was, I was tiptoeing as his length was still in me.

"Pull out," I whined, feeling the strain on my feet.

Sylus held securely around my waist so that I wouldn't fall if my legs ever gave out and slowly slid out of me. His come dripped and rolled out of me.

I was surprised by how much he came. "You're going to get me pregnant."

Sylus groaned in response, "I wouldn't mind that."

I playfully slapped his arm, "I'm pretty sure I'm the one carrying it. I should be the one saying 'I wouldn't mind that'."

"I think I just heard you wouldn't mind getting pregnant." Sylus turned me around and pressed me against the mirror.

"You are one cunning crow. How about you get pregnant!"

I slowly blinked awake and groaned. My entire body ached from all the activity we had done for the several days. The entire bedroom, every piece of furniture, Sylus and I all done on it. The wall, the coffee table, the bathroom, the nightstand, the window. Everywhere. I swear we did all the positions in the book. We might've even made new positions. My back hurts. I can't feel my legs. Sylus is a monster.

I think I might be pregnant.

If I knew he could do it for an entire fucking week. I groaned. If I knew Sylus had that much stamina that could last for an entire week, I wouldn't have done this to him!

Ok, internet, do your thing. My edging part sounded very familiar like I had read it somewhere before. Does anyone know where it's from??

[angelinecarax]

11/10/2022 ⌚THEN ---> NOW 🎐12/28/2024

While I started playing September 2021, those screenshots are from an older computer and since lost. I began learning about gpose mid-2022, but, frankly, crippling anxiety slowed me down a great deal. This was one of the earliest and most successful shoots - I used one from this day as Angeline's header for a while. Her visual changes are both crucial and cherished, but the most important change between then and now is how differently I feel and think about gposing.

Thank you @ubejamjar for tagging me into this. Getting a chance to reflect on this helped make my morning.

✨Angeline's combined necklace with emet-selch's pearl drop was a commission. I know how to do it myself now within a half an hour. This is now somewhat of a remnant from a previous version of what Angeline's arc would be - originally her romance with Emet-Selch would be much more centered, personal, reciprocal, even to the point that their final tryst would see Angeline pregnant during Endwalker. While that would make Endwalker a VERY wild ride, on further thought that's kind of at a filmi soapy level that's a little too ridiculous. Once Hippolyta being a dual figure with Angeline became the main Haunt thru the narrative I figured she had enough shit going on. All of that now only remains in the pearl drop necklace many of the outfits from this time have, though now Aymeric's necklace has become the go-to. 🎐The Anabaseios scarf accessory mod is the mod I learned how to item swap on. ✨The Faire Joi Sleeves and her french tip nails, baby's first upscale mod. Learned a great deal! 🎐Not visible: her Yuna earring, C+ adjustments to put some meat on her thighs, upper arms, and shoulders. ✨and her crown: her hair! Angeline's natural curls, the beloved IM~STRONG sim port, seen here as one of two hat compatible versions I made. I would have anxiety dreams about wanting this hair hat compatible and feeling so dumb that I didn't know how to do it myself, so when I was able to finally just buckle down and do it - well, the reason why I made such a big deal about it around my birthday was because it was a huge important thing for me! Her hair and her hats are integral to Angeline, so being able to Make Her Look Exactly Like Her has been like nothin else. 🎐I no longer have the shader I used in the first image, but I've since built a robust library of shaders specific to Angeline's character and how I want the camera to see her. I also know way way way more now about post-editing - I learned from the best!!! camera raw filter my beloved. ✨RIP in peace: the old catchlight eye system and her twinkle catchlight, and may you rise again Neopolitan Sculpts (not every project is a winner; after trying hard to tackle face sculpting I abandoned the idea because I couldn't recreate it exactly, and I was acclimatizing to her new vanilla face regardless)

Unfortunately, I've found myself with a great deal of habitual, chemical, thought-enforced anxiety - and I think very fast and a lot, so it's like trying to fight off a firehose. Channelling my neuroses has lead me to building a giant outfit repository, let me learn the inside and outs of Penumbra, Glamourer, Brio, Ktisis, Anamnesis, etc etc to the extent that I can really help others, and, glory of glories, I have a methodology to ensure that all the work I put into gposing gets saved. Camera angles, positionals, I'm not losing a project to crashing again!

Each of those things has lessened the anxiety greatly. One day I'll be free of it for good!

[martiansodas-blog]

🐕

sitting on puppy arts face

"please?"

he’d been asking for this for so long, but your response was always,

“i’d crush you.”

or

“it’d be no different than how you always go down on me.”

or

“you’re the one with the upper body strength, not me.”

his hands glide across your thighs in a soothing manner. “cmonnnn. you know how strong i am. i wouldn’t let you crush me.”

your face feels tight, while his hold those rounded eyes that always get him what he wants.

fuck it.

“ok.” you mumble

you swear his ears perk up.

“what?”

“we can do it but you have to promise to tap me if it’s too much.”

he’s worn you down.

how marvelous, he thinks.

“i will. i promise.” he says with a huge smile on his face.

you swallow and scooch up his chest, his shoulders, and then finally his face.

hovering.

you feel so awkward. why do you feel awkward? this is your sweetheart! it’s not like he’s never seen you naked before. he’s just never done… this before.

he repeats the grazing motion with his hands.

the next time he speaks his tone is meek.

“you’re so soft, momma.”

it makes you smile, not that he can see it.

when art puts his mouth on you, it’s all over.

it’s not like all the other times he’s gone down on you. everything’s more intense from up here.

art doesn’t ease you into it either. he’s waited long enough, give him his treat !

pulling on the meat of your thighs to bring you as close as physically possible.

the whole lower half of his face is slippery.

you groan from deep in your throat. throwing your head back and your hair falling behind.

you squeeze your eyes shut.

the only sound besides your incessant moaning is arts tongue going 80 miles per hour.

it’s not far off from a dog slurping up water on a hot day.

his tongue is everywhere. alternating going inside, sucking on each lip, and bullying your clit. he’s not going to leave any party out, he’s a good boy !

how the fuck he’s able to fit a whole one of your lips in his mouth you have no idea. he has had lots of practice to be fair.

“fuck,” you cry and grip his boyish curls “i can’t-“

your chest is heaving. it’s so warm in your belly. it feels sweet, almost.

he moans just as loud as you. they would be, at least, if they weren’t muffled.

“please, momma,” he catches his breath, “let me have a taste of your cum. let me finish you off.” he pleads.

you lean your forehead on the cool headboard infront of you. catching your breath but never stopping the grind of your hips.

he’s trying to slurp all your juices up but some drip down his chin and neck.

he adores the feeling. it gives him goosebumps.

cool and sticky. and it smells so good, he thinks he’s high.

this is the only drug he’ll ever crave.

“my favorite treat.” he all but sings.

then art does something he hasn’t before.

at least not in front of you.

he starts wiggling his hips back in forth. just a little bit but it’s consistent and noticeable. almost like he’s wagging an imaginary tail.

“m’gonna cum.”

that’s probably arts favorite phrase in the whole world.

half of him wants to slow down and make this last longer. but the other half, the half that will end up winning, wants to be showered in cum.

he focuses solely on your clit now. he can’t help but just take a tiny.. baby nibble. it’s just so cute and bite sized !! it’s such a fun chew toy for him.

it completely shocked you and made you yelp.

that’s what makes the coil in your stomach snap.

he knew it would.

you forget how to breathe for a moment. you freeze, seemingly weightless. your whole body going limp.

you screech and are trying to get away, it’s too much. but also trying to bury him deeper because nothings ever felt this good.

the aftershocks last a long time. you crouch there with your mouth open and every hair on your body standing up.

he took a moment to stare at the aftermath. he’s mesmerized. very proud of his hard work. and he decides that’s his new favorite color.

it’s spread on your thighs, dripping down your ass.

neither of you are surprised . art is a messy eater.

without warning, art eats the cum from your weeping pussy. making you convulse and arch your back.

“uhhh!!”

he can’t help himself :(

“artie-“ you pant “too much.”

“just a little more,” he begs “this part tastes different.”

he doesn’t wait for you to respond. usually you’d scold him for this lack of manners but you weren’t about to pretend he wasn’t taking you to nirvana.

currents of electricity flow through your veins, you can visualize it. you’re not sure who’s having more fun: you or art.

when he’s done feasting, he manhandled your weak body so you’re properly laying down. he crawls up to your face. giving you puppy kisses aka big licks on your cheek. licks that coincidentally smell like you.

it breaks you out into a chuckle.

“thank you, baby” you say petting his hair

“thank you, are you kidding?”

you realize how much… everything is on his face.

“you’re messy.”

your genuine laughter is contagious.

“can you blame me?”

you shake your head.

he slowly laid his head on your naked chest. eyes already drooping.

“my babyyy,” you cooed.

he let out a faint happy noise into your skin.

“took such good care of mommy,”

“hnnnh”

“that’s right, you’re a good boy.”

you placed a peck on his forehead.

“lud you, mommy,” he mumbled, eyelids fighting to stay open. “so much…”

“aw, i love you too sweet pea.”

you gave his head scratches till he was out cold.

he fell asleep with your nipple in his mouth that night.

puppied out.