#... while wearing only underwear and a tshirt

[thecherrygod]

Oh right I just remembered the dream I had last night

[nanaslutt]

Geto def gets off to being called a pervert

I see the vision clear as day anon, i hope you enjoy<3

Geto is so dirty in this holy........

contains: fem reader, roomate!geto, panty thief, teasing, dirty talk, degradation, praise, accidental voyeurism, mating press, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (reader receiving), cum eating, geto is nasttyyyyyy, slight crack at the end, shoko makes an appearance :p

MDNI

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“Suguru can I borrow that band tee you were wearing the other day? I’m about to go out with shoko.” you scrolled on some social media site on the sofa while you called out for your roommate in the kitchen.

Head hanging upside down off the armrest, looking at his naked back in your twisted view, waiting for his response.

Geto peeked his head briefly over his shoulder from the counter he faced, letting out a short laugh before he replied, wanting to ask if the ridiculous positions you came up with were actually comfortable.

Saving his smart remark for another day and responding that he didn��t care, followed by the location of the tshirt.

Picking up your body you placed one foot in front of the other, making quick work for his room, voice ringing out in the hall, “thanks!”

“Shoko said she’s heading here soon so I should probably start getting ready.” you shouted from his room, reaching for his second dresser drawer, where he said it would be.

Pulling the nob back and messing up his carefully folded clothes as you pulled out shirt after shirt, unfolding it to get a better view of the piece before shoving it back in when it ultimately wasn’t what you were looking for.

Eyebrows scrunching inwards when your sights landed on a piece of bright pink fabric shoved deep in the bottom of the drawer. Not remembering suguru ever wear anything like it, you pulled it out.

And you really don’t remember him wearing anything like this.

Because what you were holding between your fingers was your panties.

Jaw dropping slightly in disbelief, head turning back towards the doorway you just walked through, before snapping your neck back in front of you and digging deeper.

“Where are you guys going?” he questioned, yelling from the kitchen as he chopped up some vegetables, back facing the direction of his room.

A decent sized pile was forming of the undergarments you thought you had lost the deeper you looked. You were fuming.

Between Suguru and yourself, you divided the chores up evenly the day you moved in together. Him opting to be on laundry duty over trash, both splitting the dishes.

Never once did the thought even cross your mind that they might’ve been kidnapped by your usually sweet roommate; who is in charge of handling those same panties every day; when you were unable to find them anywhere in your space.

You scoffed in disbeleif at his antics, tongue poking the inside of your ckeek, making it bulge.

You heard him say your name from the kitchen when you didnt answer his question.

Wading up the thieved panties in your fist, you stormed out of his room. Stomping down the hall at a much hastier pace than before, his toned back once agains came into your view.

Geto paused his chopping, muscles in his body going rigid, because he swears you just threw something at his back.

Turning his body to face you, he looked down at the underwear at his feet, a smirk creeping onto his face when he drags his sights back up, making eye contact with your furious expression, brain racing with questions only he could answer.

"Whoops," he says, not an ounce of remorse in his tone. He could practically see the steam coming off of the top of your head when your face scrunched up in a scowl.

"What the fuck were you doing with my panties, do you have any idea how long I've been looking for some of those!?", he feels the anger in the air with your every word.

"You sure you want me to answer that?" he giggles, crossing his arms over his bulging pecs, letting the weight off one of his legs as he braced his lower back into the counter.

"Oh my god!" you shook your head, "you're such a fucking pervert!" you shouted.

"Woah, you don't even know what I did with them yet. Don't you think you're jumping to conclusions when you call me that, huh?" he retaliated, faux offense gracing his features before a more smug look took its place.

"There is no non..." throwing your hands up in search of the right word, "freaky explanation as to why you hid my PANTIES suguru!" Lip curled up in frustration again when laughed at your retort, “so I think my choice of words was fitting." you finished, referring to the name you called him.

"Haha! yeahh, you might be right." both hands dropped from his chest and slid into his pockets. "I wrapped them around my cock a couple of times when I was jerkin' off." An amused look sticking to his face when your jaw dropped in speechlessness, face turning completely red at his confession.

"Came all over the crotch of ur pretty panties too, pretended it was ur pussy." his big mouth continued spilling his dirty secrets out into the open air.

"Y-you," stuttering as you felt the air around you shifting into a heavier one, one that you both picked up on, heart racing in your chest matching the throbbing between your legs as you spoke, "pervert."

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"F-fucking pervert, fuck!" you moaned into the air when his curved cock drilled perfectly into the most sensitive spot inside you for the nth time that evening.

Really hoping Shoko was taking her time as Suguru held your thighs open by your head, pushing your flexability to the limits as he bullied his thick cock inside your gushing pussy.

"Yeah? tell me how fucking nasty I am baby," he groaned with a smile. Eyes not being able to choose their favorite sight as he looked between where the two of you were connected; your cum making a ring form around the base of his cock; and your pretty drooling face that was looking so fucked out.

"S-so f-fucking disgusting for st-ealin' my dirty panties sugu-ru." words getting broken up by your pleasured moans as he brought his hips back till just the tip of his cock was caught on the rim of your little hole, before fucking it back in with such force it made you dizzy.

"C-cant believe you would d-o that." whining loudly when his thick thumb came down to rub circles into your throbbing bud.

Geto felt a tingling sensation of pleasure jolt through his spine at your harsh words, "M' sorry baby," he lied between his teeth, "got tired of seein’ ur cute little ass walk around the house in basically nothing." cooing at you when you squeezed your cunt tightly around his length at his filthy words, "h-had to do something about it,"

The both of you bounced against the bed as you let out loud Ah's and curses in response to his mean thrusts.

"Nothin' compares to this tho," Geto smiled, rubbing your clit faster when he noticed it made you tighten up your pussy, "Fucking ur pretty little pussy like this is so much better than my fist 'n holdin' ur panties against my face."

"S-suguru thats so nas-tyyy." you drawled out when he picked up his pace, fucking into you with such force and speed you thought you were gonna pass out.

Leaning his body into yours, practically crushing you with his weight with your legs dangling over his shoulders, he brought his face just inches from yours, lips grazing each others at his rough thrusts jolting you both around.

"Is it?" he replied to your declaration, opening his mouth and moaning against your lips before he closed the distance, " Felt so fucking good tho," he laughed against you, pushing his tongue into your mouth, his groans mixing with your squeals.

Less of a kiss and more of him just crushing his jaw into your own as he overwhelmed you with his tongue. Greedily inhaling your moans into his lungs as he continued his assult on your sensitive clit.

"Sugu' 'm gonna cum, fuck-" you mumbled against his wet lips. His own high-creeping rapidly up on him, feeling his balls tighten as they slapped against your ass.

"Me too baby m-me too," eyes squeezing together and eyebrows furrowing, thumb against your clit becoming sloppy as he started to lose himself, "gonna let this pervert fill you up, huh?" he babbled, breaking the kiss and buring his head in the crook of your neck while he messily sucked and kissed the skin there.

"Gonna take a-all my fucking cum like a good girl?" his moans raising in pitch, goosebumbs forming on the back of his neck hearing your loud whines and moans go straight into his ear.

"P-please, give it to me, please." you begged, "fu-ck, c-coming," you managed to voice before your cunt constricted around him, squelching noises increasing when your pussy forced your orgasm out around him, "oh m-y go-d" you repeated as he fucked you through it.

Getting thrown into overstimulation as he repeatedly hit your g-spot, not being able to move his thumb off your clit, or even voice him to do so, "cum inside me sugu-ru," you whimpered into his ear, helping him reach his end. Squealing at his rough thrusts losing their once steady pace when he came.

He bit down hard on your neck, groaning and whining into the skin as he fucked his cum into your womb. Timing his heavy thrusts with the ropes of warm seed spurting out of his dick, pressing his balls hard into your ass each time he did, making sure he really filled you up.

Geto’s eyes rolled back in his head feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm spasm around his twitching dick, milking him for all he was worth. "holy shittt." you voiced at how full he was making you feel.

Your overstimulation died down when his brain was no longer able to function well enough to remind him to play with your clit, something you were grateful for.

He silently lifted his head from the crook of your neck and pulled his incredibly sensitive cock out of your warmth. Staring between the two of you to watch his cum drip out of you, his mouth watering.

Your own arm being draped over your face while you tried to catch your breath, blocking you from seeing his next moves.

Holding your legs up and spread by your calves, he leaned down to your pussy and started sucking on your folds.

Caught off gaurd at the simulation you shot your hands down to his head, trying to push him off you at the intense feeling of his fat tongue on your mound.

He forced his tongue into the tight ring of your cunt, greedily drinking up your combined cum and moaning at the taste. Your thighs twitched with the need to shut around his head at the vibration.

Detaching his mouth from your pussy with a 'pop' he sat back on his heels, your calves still in his large palms as he stared at your abused pussy, licking his lips clean.

"So much fucking tastier than your panties." He grinned.

"You really are disgusting Suguru." Shaking your head against the sheets as he finally let your legs drop back down to the mattress.

"Careful, my cock likes when you talk to me like that." He teases, meaning every word as he tucks his drenched cock back into his boxers,

"Whatever, take me to the bathroom please." You said, ignoring his previous comment, "Cant stand and I need to pee." Holding your arms out to him.

He giggled at your dramatics; even tho he really did fuck the strength out of your legs; scooping his palms under your thighs as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He raised you from the bed in a princess cradle and started walking you to the bathroom, "You need to learn how to take it easy. Seriously." you chastised, noticing the bruises and bite marks on your neck when you walked past a mirror, "If this is how you're going to treat me when we fuck, you're better off sticking to stealing my panties, at least they won't feel what you do to them." you complained, only partially meaning your words, which he knew.

"Don't act like your pussy doesn't throb when you see how I marked you up." you rolled your eyes at his retort, making it to the bathroom that neighbors a wall with the kitchen. He placed you down on the seat of the toilet before backing up and leaning against the doorway, facing the doorframe parallel to him as he let you do your business.

"I just had to listen to you guys fuck each other like rabbits for ten minutes, please don't make me listen to you dirty talk each other outside of the bedroom too."

You knew that voice.

"Shoko! good to see you, didn't realize you made yourself at home." Geto snarkily remarked.

"Your pretty roomie gave me a key you big oaf, now go hide in your room for awhile kay?" she brushed her hand in the air, signaling him to fuck off, "Was suposed to take her out but its sounding like you broke her legs so.. well just watch a movie here." she sighed.

Geto brought his attention back to you once more. He had to fight back the laugh burning in his lungs when he saw your crimson face buried in your hands, shinji posing on the toilet in embarrassment.

Stupid fucking panty thief.

“pt.2” here

[bitchesmoonwalkin]

okay attempt two at posting this

ways of making a whumpee scared of non-con without outright nc or threats

carewhumper vibes. the obvious tws apply

manhandling. throw them onto the bed and straddle their hips, keeping their hands pinned on either side of their head. alternatively, bend them over a table or a bed, keeping them there with a hand tangled in their hair or on the back of their neck.

alternatively, keeping them pressed against your chest or guiding them with fingers tangled in their hair or digging into their hip, just slightly under their waistband

classic shows of submission. tie them up and have them kneel - especially if it's between your whumpers spread legs. give their hair a pet every once in a while if they're good.

pet names: baby, pet, pretty boy, pup, princess. etc.

strip them. personally i prefer keeping my whumpees in their underwear and maybe a carewhumpers tshirt, but even so the act of stripping them is a great place for some physical and psychological whump - ESPECIALLY when the whumpee has only just been kidnapped/captured and does not yet know what to expect

have them undress in front of you for the first time before making them bend over the bed. watch their hands shake and their eyes fill with tears, feel them tense underneath you, frozen with fear. and then you simply just handcuff them or even just walk out of the room, leaving them to question when the n/c will start - only it won't. their fear is all you wanted, after all

gruff/significantly larger or older caretaker bathing a younger whumpee who doesn't feel safe around them yet - whumpee flinching away but too weak to fight as they are gently stripped and placed in the bath, being cleaned /everywhere/ in a way that makes them flush with shame even if there's no intention behind the touches

whumpee being gently but firmly forced into a humiliating position, maybe forced to stand still for an /inspection/ filled with clinical yet invasive touches

using objects w sexual connotations (ball gags, blindfolds, certain whips and types of restraints) in non-sexual situations

this works especially well for a newer whumpee - strip them, blindfold and ball gag them before thing them to a mattress, legs spread. then let them wake up on their own, slowly, watch the fear kick in as they come to their own conclusions about what's going to happen to them

some more explicit stuff below the cut

those dildo gags or maybe an anal plug or vibe - just, you know. keep it in

shoving fingers into whumpees mouth until tears come to their eyes

be handsy with them

taking photos of them in intimate or humiliating posistions

whumper jerking off onto whumpees face where they're tied up and kneeling

buying whumpee lingerie - if they wear it, they might get some food or even first aid

[koyagifs]

𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰

pairing: mingi x reader au: idol | establish relationship genre: fluff word count: 1.008 words summary: finally being able to spent time with Mingi, you both laid in bed. warning(s): -

As you and Mingi lay in bed together, the soft morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow around the room. It was rare to have a day completely to yourselves, and you were savoring every moment of it. Mingi, blissfully asleep beside you, had a peaceful expression on his face, his hair slightly tousled and a hint of a smile tugging at his lips as he dreamed.

You couldn’t help but smile as you scrolled through your phone, catching up on messages and social media. But every now and then, you’d glance at him, feeling grateful for this quiet time together. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you cocooned in your little haven.

After a while, you decided to put your phone down and just watch him. The way his chest rose and fell with each breath was soothing. You gently brushed your fingers through his hair, a soft smile growing on your face.

“Mingi,” you whispered, leaning closer to him, hoping to rouse him from his slumber. “Wake up, sleepyhead.”

He stirred slightly, mumbling incoherently before cracking one eye open. “Hmm… five more minutes,” he grumbled, a sleepy grin spreading across his face as he rolled over to face you fully.

You laughed softly. “We have the whole day ahead of us! Come on, I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

He blinked at you, still half-asleep but clearly intrigued. “Oh? How so?” he asked, his voice still heavy with sleep.

You flicked his forehead, a whine escaping his lips as you giggled. Leaving the bed, revealing that you're only wearing his tshirt and a pair of underwear. He froze, his eyes not leaving your figure.

" get your head out of the gutter Song. You promised pancakes today"

He blinked a few times, the sleep still clouding his thoughts, but your teasing tone pulled him from his daze. Mingi let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he sat up. “You know I can’t help it when you look like that,” he said, trying to feign innocence while his cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

You smirked, leaning against the doorframe. “Well, you can admire the view after breakfast. Now, get up, Chef Mingi!”

With a dramatic sigh, he threw the covers off and stood up, stretching his arms above his head. “Fine, fine. Pancakes first, then I get my reward,” he said, winking at you.

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress another giggle. “Just hurry up before I change my mind!”

He laughed, padding across the room in search of his sweatpants, a playful glint in his eye. “You know I can’t resist your cooking. Besides, I need fuel to make the perfect pancakes.”

As you made your way to the kitchen, you could hear him mumbling to himself about the “culinary masterpieces” he was about to create. You smiled, your heart warming at how easily he could turn any moment into something special.

After gathering the ingredients, you both fell into a comfortable rhythm, laughing and playfully bickering over the proper way to flip pancakes. With every flip and pour, the kitchen filled with the delicious aroma of breakfast, mixed with the sweet sounds of your laughter.

“Okay, I’ll admit it. This was a good idea,” Mingi said, trying to sneak a bite of batter from the bowl.

“Hey! You’re supposed to wait until they’re cooked!” you scolded, playfully swatting his hand away.

“Can’t blame a guy for trying,” he said with a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “But I promise I’ll be on my best behavior… after

Mingi leaned in to kiss your cheek, a playful grin on his face. Just as he turned away, you began to plate the pancakes, the golden stacks looking as delicious as ever. The sweet aroma filled the kitchen, and you couldn’t help but smile at how well everything was coming together.

“Alright, Chef Mingi, time to show off your skills!” you encouraged, turning to him with a teasing grin.

He puffed out his chest, feigning seriousness. “You mean my skills at eating? Because I excel at that!”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Let’s hope you can cook them as well as you can eat!”

As you began to stack the pancakes on the plate, Mingi leaned against the counter, watching you with admiration. “You make everything look easy,” he said, genuine warmth in his voice.

“Only because I have you to help,” you replied, feeling your cheeks warm.

Just then, Mingi jumped into action, grabbing a fork and waving it like a microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you… the world’s fluffiest pancakes!”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his antics. “Okay, okay, now let’s get serious before they burn!”

Mingi flashed you a playful salute before jumping back into pancake duty. As you both worked side by side, the kitchen filled with laughter and the clatter of utensils.

Once everything was ready, you plated the pancakes beautifully, topping them with fresh berries and a drizzle of syrup. “Ta-da! The masterpiece is complete!” you announced proudly.

Mingi’s eyes widened, his mouth watering at the sight. “Wow, that looks incredible! Can I dig in now?”

“Only if you promise to share,” you teased, grabbing a fork and playfully poking at his arm.

He grinned, moving closer. “Of course! But I’ll take the first bite.”

With that, he leaned in and took a generous bite of the stacked pancakes, closing his eyes in bliss. “Mmm! This is amazing! You’re a culinary genius!”

You laughed, feeling a rush of warmth at his praise. “I couldn’t have done it without my sous-chef,” you said, nudging him playfully.

" and now that breakfast is over, time for my second breakfast." Mingi said, smirking.

"second break- MINGI!" You squealed as Mingi threw you onto his shoulder. Mingi laughed filled the air as he made his way towards your shared bedroom.

“I think I’m going to enjoy this meal,” he muttered with a smirk placed on his face.

[eomayas]

stay the night • kmg

pairing: mingyu x f!reader, situationshippy genre: fluff, brief mentions of sex

synopsis: reader and mingyu have their first sleepover.

warnings: none

a/n: ahhh i love mingyu sm

this… this thing that you have with mingyu, you’re not even sure what it is anymore. what started out as a simple match on tinder, what should have only been a little one night stand but instead turned turned into a weekly thing, had suddenly lost its initial purpose. attachment wasn’t apart of the deal. it was mutually agreed upon that neither of you were looking for anything more serious that what you swiped right for.

so that’s why you’re staring at him, confusion etched on your face as you sit quietly at his dinner table while he serves you a plate of food that he cooked—from scratch. mingyu gently places a glass of water next to your plate and gives you a soft smile that makes your stomach flip and your chest ache; neither of which are apart of your deal.

the feeling isn’t new; for the past few times you two have hung out, once or more you’ve gotten butterflies in your stomach, like some little schoolgirl. another new development: seeing him multiple times a week, rather than every wednesday like typical.

“eat,” mingyu says, nodding at your plate of food before digging into his.

“i didn’t know you cooked,” you comment, shoveling a healthy portion onto your fork. mingyu only raises his eyebrows, as if saying just you wait. he watches you a little too closely for your arrangement, waiting to see your reaction when you taste his cooking.

seconds later, your expression matches his previous one, eyebrows nearly at your hairline and eyes wide as you taste his cooking. it was better than you expected, many flavors coming together to blend nicely.

swallowing, you nod your head. “i didn’t know you cooked this good,” you say. mingyu smiles, cheeks reddening at the compliment. he rarely ever cooked for somebody else other than his self, occasionally wonwoo or vernon if they stayed over. it was a big deal that he was cooking for you, and even bigger that you seemed to enjoy it.

“thanks; you can thank my mom, though, for the skills,” he says, a smile so genuine on his face it nearly makes you blush. here’s the thing about mingyu: he’s attractive—extremely attractive. you know it, everybody knows it, he knows it. but he’s also unbelievably cute and charming, and with the way he’s been treating you lately the lines are starting to blur with how you feel about him. it’s supposed to be just sex.

but instead, it simply isn’t, not now that you’re scarfing down the food that he made for the both of you, wearing just his tshirt and your underwear. mingyu watches you finish your food, a small smile on his face. his eyes trail you as you stand up, lingering on your ass for longer than could ever be considered respectful. it reminds him momentarily why you’re here.

“what?” you question, snapping him out of his mild trance. you stand in the kitchen entry, only a few feet away from him.

“nothing,” he says, standing up and running a hand through his hair before walking past you into the kitchen. your eyes follow his large frame, bottom lip between your teeth. mingyu glances at you over his shoulder as he washes his dish, a smirk slowly spreading over his lips. you look away with red cheeks, eyes catching sight of the stovetop clock.

“i should get going,” you say, brushing your fingers through your hair. mingyu hums and turns off the water, drying his hands on a rag before turning to look at you, leaning against a counter.

“or you could stay the night,” he says calmly, hands gripping the edge of countertops tightly. you stare at him, mouth slightly agape. “if you want.” mingyu adds when you don’t speak, his eyes staring into yours intensely.

you drop your hand from your hair and self-consciously cross your arms across your midsection. “i have work in the morning,” you say, resting your head against the wall you’re pressed against. mingyu glances at the clock and shrugs.

“it’s late.”

you bite the inside of your cheek and awkwardly sniff, down-casting your eyes, as you contemplate his suggestion. it violates everything you thought signed up for. it goes way beyond what either of you are supposedly not looking for, but you don’t even know anymore. “i thought we were keeping it casual,” you comment, glancing up at mingyu.

he pushes himself off the counter and crosses two short steps over to you, towering over you and staring down at you. you look up at him with wide eyes, dropping them down to his lips for a split second before repositioning them at his eyes. one of mingyus hands comes to rest on your hip, underneath the long tshirt you wear but over the band of your underwear. “we are,” he says, pressing closer to you.

you suck in a breath and place a hand on his covered abdomen, gently scratching at the material with your nails. “i didn’t think that included staying the night,” he lets out a light snort and you bite your lip and look up at him once more, nearly falling to your knees at the mere sight of him.

mingyu dips his head down and nudges your nose with his own, his warm breath fanning across your face. “it’s whatever you want it to be,” he mutters, placing a kiss to the corner of your lip, his other hand coming to rest on the wall near your head. instinctively, you wrap one of your arms around his neck, the other staying pressed against his torso. “but i do want you to stay the night.” his lips are on yours before you can come up with a response.

he kisses you differently than he normally does. usually, it’s rushed and hot and he’s trying to tear off your clothes while simultaneously pulling you impossibly closer to him. but now, he kisses you slowly, and it’s still hot, but it’s different. his hand that was previously placed on the wall finds its way to the back of your head and cradles it, keeping you positioned where he wants you. you dig your fingers into the short hair at the back of his neck and gently tug.

and you don’t know what this is anymore, or what it means when his hands are tangled in your hair and he’s pressing you into the wall, or when the two of you slink off to his bed and instead of having sex, he cuddles you to sleep. or when you wake up with your head on his chest and his arm draped over your waist. you don’t know what it means, only that you like it and wouldn’t mind doing it more.

[pnwellie]

i have a request!

sub ellie begging on her knees to eat readers pussy being all whiny and desperate and reader teases her by only allowing her to lick over her panties n ellie gets so frustrated and so horny she starts touching herself and grinding on her fingers? <3

btw im having weird troubles sending this for some reason it keeps getting stuck!! so if i accidentally sent this like 3 times im sorry 😭

oh my

this is long and i didn’t proofread! sorry! hopefully i did your idea justice anon!

getting up early to cook breakfast for the both of you, in the kitchen wearing only a tshirt and underwear when you hear ellie sleepily make her way out of the bedroom, eyes looking tired and her hair all messy from sleeping. she notices your lack of pants immediately and even though she’s seen you with even less on, the way you look standing there cooking for her is just so domestic and cute but also so sexy.

“hi baby, good morning” you say when she comes up behind you and wraps her arms around you. she hugs you tightly at the waist for a second before letting her hands drop a little lower, trying to push her fingertips past the waistband of your underwear.

“what are you doing, sweetheart?” you ask, turning around, breaking ellie’s wrap around your body. she looks disappointed at this, but immediately wraps herself around you again.

“woke up wanting you.” she says shyly. “look so sexy…” her cheeks flush as she tries to hold eye contact with you, her hands resting at your hips now. you laugh and try to lightly pull her off of you, so you can go back to cooking, but she holds on tightly.

“please” she begs, dropping down to her knees in front of you, face inches away from your clothed pussy as she looks up at you with sweet, obedient eyes. you don’t answer and keep staring down at her, a silent queue for her to beg harder. “please, wanna eat your pussy. pleasepleaseplease let me taste it, wanna make you feel good-“ you cut off her begging by taking your hand and placing it under her chin, pushing your thumb past her lip, feeling the way her warm mouth feels around your finger. admittedly, you want to give in… you have an adorable girl on her knees begging to eat you out, who wouldn’t let her do it? but ellie is just so fun to tease, and you wouldn’t let her have everything she wanted, she did just interrupt you making breakfast after all.

pulling your finger from ellie’s mouth, you boost yourself up so that you’re sitting on the kitchen counter. you spread your legs and ellie immediately positions herself between them and starts trying to take your underwear off.

“nuh-uh, leave them on.” you tell her, and she looks up with confusion, and then a little bit of disappointment as she realizes what exactly you’re wanting her to do. she presses her face against the fabric of your underwear, and licks a stripe up your pussy. you take your hand and hold the back of her head in place. she licks at your clit over the fabric, a frustrated groan leaving her mouth because your underwear is preventing her from sucking on it like she wants.

“please, it’s not enough.” she says, face still pressed against you. whining out a “need to see it, please please i need it so bad” before going back to flicking her tongue on your clothed clit. even though it’s not direct contact, it feels amazing, your underwear adding just a little bit more friction while still being able to feel how wet and warm ellie’s mouth is. you moan and it makes her work even harder, hoping you’ll reward her by actually taking off your panties and letting her finish you off how she wanted.

“fuck, feels really good baby. doing such a good job.” you tell her, and she moans back in response… and then keeps moaning, her mouth now missing from its spot against you. you open your eyes and realize that ellie has her hand down her pajama shorts, rubbing her own clit while using her other thumb to rub circles over yours.

“are you touching yourself?” you ask. ellie, with no shame, nods her head. you can tell just by her expression that she’s worked herself up so much that rubbing herself for just a little bit already has her wanting to cum.

“s-so mean…” she says, still touching herself. “teasing me like that… made me so needy, ‘m so wet.” she looked so… desperate. but still so cute. pulling her other hand off your body, you lift your hips and finally take off your underwear, exposing the sticky glistening mess ellie had caused.

“fuck-“ ellie says, and you see her body convulse just a little. “cumming” is all she says, and you take your hands and cup her face, forcing her to keep looking at you while she makes herself cum over the sight of you finally revealing yourself to her. tears build in her eyes and she shakes a little bit as she recovers from her orgasm. you give her a few minutes to come down, petting her hair and stroking her cheek.

“so,” you start, still naked from the waist down on the counter. “is it my turn now?” and then ellie spreads your legs and eats your pussy until your thighs clench around her face, both of you completely forgetting the breakfast you had planned to make.

[devilat-thedoor]

happy sinful sunday😌

i just sent this to Li, because i love to torture her… but i also wanted someone to read it before i decided to post it…..but she’s at work. so🤷🏽‍♀️ enjoy. or don’t. either way.🫡

whatever you do, don’t think about jake coming home from a night out with his brothers and he finds you curled up under the blankets in bed, reading your favorite book while some documentary drones on for background noise because you absolutely cannot stand a quiet house. and he greets you with a crooked smile and you know he’s just a little tipsy but it makes you giggle because he just cheesily mumbles a “hi pretty girl.” and he knows you’re only wearing a big tshirt and your underwear because that what you always wear to bed and he has that lil mischievous glint in his eye but he disappears out of the bedroom and you hear the bathroom door close and after a few minutes you just go back to your reading and get swept up in the pages. you don’t realize that jake had quietly come back into the room until you feel the bottom of the bed dip and you lay your book on your chest to see him pulling the duvet over his head and crawling up the mattress, slithering along your warm legs with open mouthed kisses and featherlight touches. and you start to squirm, “jakey, what are you doing?”

and he chuckles just this deep, warm sound from his chest and you can feel his hot breath on your inner thigh but when you lift the blanket to look at him, he rips it from your hands and lets it fall back over him with a scolding, “no peeking, mind your business.” and then your legs are slowly being pushed apart and you feel him press one kiss to your hip, right below the hem of your panties, before he’s slipping his fingers below the waistband to pull them down. you discard your book to the nightstand and watch the blanket wave and crest with every move he makes, until he finally settles down and the sea of sheets goes still for a moment. you’re waiting in anticipation….you can feel the light puffs of breath leaving his lungs and bouncing off of your naked skin and he knows the wait is driving you mad. you’re tempted to lift the blanket again, to just see his sweet face, to beg him to do something, but you refrain. it feels like time stopped or maybe it’s just passing by very slowly and just when you start to forget the position that you’re in, when your breathing starts to even out and the anticipation fades, the only thing you feel is his hair grazing your thighs before his tongue is dragging through your folds and he latches his mouth onto you. and you cry out immediately, half from the shock of it and half from how expertly he explores your most sensitive spot. your fingers are grasping at his head from the top of the blanket, aching to twist your fingers through his hair and your back is arching off the bed and it’s all so overwhelming but so so so fucking delicious. and then you feel his fingers, just two of them, pushing into your cunt and stretching you, focusing on all the sweet spots that he knows so well. and your vision is clouding and your lungs are on fire and your legs start to shake and tremble and he has his free hand on your thigh, just rubbing soft, calming patterns with the pads of his rough fingers. you’re right there, ready for the fall, the plunge into the abyss….and Jake releases an almost animalistic growl, sucking your clit between his lips and curling his fingers just right and that’s it. you’re toppling, eyes rolling back, an ear shattering wail drowning out the sound of the tv and anything else that dare make a noise. and his tongue slows, leaving the rapid flicks behind to bring you back to earth with gentle, flat kitten licks. and he waits for you to settle, waits until you’re no longer gasping and heaving for air, before finishing his ascent. he pokes his head out of the top of the blanket, body hovering over your own, and he has that stupid, proud grin on his face; the one that’s all teeth and dimples and just plain goofy. and he kisses you hard and lovingly before rolling onto his side of the bed and picking the remote up to change the channel without a single word…..

[neptunes-curse]

How They All Found Out || ER

You and Eddie were doing a good job of sneaking around with your realationship. But slowly, as you two start to fall more and more in love, it gets harder to hide your feelings from the band.

pairings: Eddie Roundtree x Fem!reader

warnings: me messing with the timeline for the fic’s sake, cussing, talks of kids in the future, allusions to sex

authors note: Djats is my new favorite thing. Let me know if you guys have any other requests, i’d be happy to write them.

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You and Eddie starting seeing eachother on the break of the SevenEightNine tour. It was perfect timing, you didn’t have to hide, since it was always just the two of you. You got along so well, It felt like you were the only people in the world. Nothing else mattered. The two of you would lie in bed all day, no worries but eachother. It was all perfect. That was, until, Billy got out of Rehab and the band got together again. Then everything got hard.

Eddie Roundtree (Rhythm Guitarist): That first month or two, man, those were the days. Just me and my girl, nothing else to worry about. It was all so easy. And don’t get me wrong, when we [the band] got back together, I was thrilled. It just meant things would get harder for Y/n and me.

You and Eddie were lying in bed together one morning, the sun shining through the windows of your now shared bedroom. Your head was lying on his chest while his hand rested on your lower back. The only thing you were wearing was (his) a tshirt and your underwear. It was a perfect, peaceful scene. But, inside your head, everything was the opposite. Billy had just gotten out of Rehab. Which would normally be good, but all it did was make things more complicated. The band would start practicing again. And you didn’t want what you had with Eddie to just stop. You hadn’t talked about what you were, but you were sure he would want to stay together. He acted like your boyfriend. And that was all the mattered, right?

“Eddie, what do you think will happen when we start practicing again?” You asked, tentatively. You had been thinking about asking this question for a while. If Eddie was going to end it, you wanted it over with. Rip the band-aid off, right? He turned his head toward you and smiled slightly. “Well, what do you want to do?” He started, “I mean, I dont want to stop this. I like you, a whole lot.” You felt your face heat up. You felt like a 13-year-old girl with her first crush, but you didn’t care. Eddie had that effect on you. You replied, “Me too. It’s just- Would you mind if we don’t tell the others? Just for a while.”

Y/N L/N (Bassist): When you’re a woman in a band, people say a lot of shitty things to you. They’ll question your ability to play, say others are better than you. Back then, what other people thought meant a lot to me. I didn’t want to be “Eddie Roundtree’s Girlfriend.” I wanted to be known as me.

You could see his smile falter. You didn’t want this, but it was for the best. The best for you, atleast. You’d still have lots of time together, right? Everything would be the same. That’s what you kept telling yourself.

“Yeah, sure. As long as I get to keep kissing you.” Eddie said. You were glad he was taking it well. He puts a smirk on leans over to kiss you. You laugh and put both your hands on the side of his face to pull him in. He adjusts himself to be on top of you.

Maybe this would work out better than you thought.

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Practice with the band has been going great. It was four months after Billy had gotten back. He was doing a lot better, and you were proud of him. You guys were playing more than ever, just trying to make up for lost time. That meant waking up early and staying in the studio til the late hours of the night.

The downside of this was that you and Eddie got less and less time together. You could see his longing glances across the studio, when the rest of the band was there. He just wanted to be together, which you could understand. You would take every opportunity possible to sneak into his room, most times just to talk. You wanted to be near him, to hear his voice and feel his touch. It was getting increasingly harder to not do so in front of others.

One night, after a long practice, you were struggling to sleep. It had been happening for nights and nights in a row. You weren’t sure why, most likely due to all the stress of the rehearsals. You had tried everything from counting sheep, flipping yor pillow, you even smoked a cigarette or two. But nothing helped. After tossing and turning for what seemed like hours, you decided you would head into the kitchen to get a glass of water.

You slowly rolled out of your bed, your feet touching the cold floor beneath you as you walked to your door. You quietly opened the door, slipping out of your bedroom. The last thing you wanted was to wake the whole house up at this hour. Quickly, you scurried into the kitchen. You stuck your hands out to feel around for the cabinet holding the cups. But, instead of your hands finding a knob, you felt a mop of soft, blonde hair.

“What the hell,” Eddie quickly turned around to face you, loudly shutting the cabinet holding the glassware. “Eddie!” You scolded him for being so loud. You placed a hand over his mouth, symbolizing for him to be quiet. He tried to stifle a laugh as he grabbed the hand in front of his mouth, encasing it in his much larger hand. “Funny seeing you here, baby.” Eddie smirked as he placed one hand firmly on your hip, still holding one of your hands. You laughed quietly, a smile reserved only for him starting to appear on your face. He leaned down to kiss you on the forehead. “I’ve missed you.” Eddie said. You laughed quietly, quickly responding, “I saw you five hours ago, remember?” He rolls his eyes at you. “Not like that. I miss being alone with you.” He says suggestively. He slowly starts tracing patterns on your hand with his thumb.

“Well, we have alone time right now… why not make good use of it?” You smirk. Eddie leaned down to kiss your jaw, moving down until he reached your neck. Your wrapped your hands around his neck, slightly turning your head to give him better access. You were fully wrapped up in the kisses before you realized where you were. He was kissing you in the middle of the kitchen! Anyone could walk in! “Eddie,” you started, but he ignored your call. “Eddie!” you said it much louder this time, but not loud enough for anyone else to hear. He stopped his trail of kisses, leaning his forehead against yours. He was so close to your lips, if he leaned in any further they would touch.

“We shouldn’t be doing this right now. Atleast not here.” You said. You bit your lip immediately after, pulling back your words. You knew it wasn’t right, but you missed him so much you couldn’t help it. “I know you don’t mean that.” Eddie said, tauntingly. He pulled a hand up to your lip, untucking it from under your teeth. “You bite your lip when you lie, sweetheart. You’re not very good at it.” He whispers to you. What happens next, you couldn’t control. You crashed your lips into his, hungrily looking for more.

Eddie places his hands under your thighs, and you jump up, wrapping your legs around him. His hands trace circles on your bare skin, making your heart jump. While your lips are still on his, he carries you to the counter, placing you down in front of him. His body is between your legs. Eddie is kissing down your neck, leaving light hickeys wherever he wants too. Those will be a problem for tomorrow. But right now, you’re fully in the moment. His hands are now under your shirt, and you can feel your heartbeat rising.

You’d been waiting for this forever. At this point, you’d forgotten you were in the middle of the kitchen. You needed him, and he needed you. The last time you were able to be together like this was weeks ago. All the pent-up tension between the two of you was being released with each kiss. Eddie grabs the end of your shirt, signalling for you to take it off. You do, and he kisses your shoulders and chest. But all the sudden, he stops. You look down at him, confused.

“Eddie? Eddie what happen-“

“Woah.” Warren says, startling you.

You turn your head, your face displaying total shock. Of course, someone would walk in! Just your luck. You quickly pull your shirt over your head and hop off the counter. This would take some explaining.

“You guys? You guys are hooking up?” Warren continues. His mouth is wide open. He’s laughing, rather loudly too. “I would’ve never guessed, man!”

The three of you stand there, all in total shock, for about a minute.

Warren Rojas (Drummer): It was crazy. I mean, we all knew they [Y/n and Eddie] had something. But I would’ve never known they’d been fucking. I always wondered why they didn’t tell anyone.

“So,” Eddie said. He looked at you for guidance.

“Please don’t tell anybody, Warren. Please.” You were practically begging him. You looked at him with your best puppy dog eyes and pleading smile. You could feel Eddie brushing his fingers against yours, almost for comfort.

“You guys don’t have to worry about me. I‘ll keep your secret.” He said. “I better be best man at the wedding, though.” Warren laughed.

“It’s not-“ Eddie said.

“Yeah, yeah. Can I atleast get some food though?” He said motioning to where you guys were standing, blocking the fridge.

You both nodded and scooted over very akwardly. You looked up at Eddie and all you could do was laugh, leaning into him. You placed your head on his chest, and he reached his hand up to cradle the back of your head. You were both laughing quietly. The situation was really ridiculous. You had been so careful, you never thought you would get caught. But it’s only one person who knows, right? And Warren wouldn’t dare tell anybody.

When Warren finished with whatever he was getting from the fridge, he started to walk away. When he was almost to his door, he turned to face you and Eddie. He looked like he wanted to say something but decided against it. He settled with an akward wave. With that, Warren was gone.

“So, where were we…” Eddie said, slowly starting to kiss yor jaw. You put your hands out, putting space between the two of you.

“I’d rather not have the entire band walk in on us, Eds.” You say. Your decision still stands, about not wanting the whole world to know of you and Eddie’s realationship. If you could even call it that, really. “But, maybe if we went to one of our bedrooms…” You trail off. Eddie doesn’t have to hear anymore. He is dragging you off to his room.

Eddie Roundtree: That was a good night for me. For us. I think it really made me realize what I wanted for us. Y/n still didn’t want to come out in the open with our realationship, which I understood. But that didn’t mean we couldn’t have something just between us. So I asked her to be my girlfriend that night. And she said yes. *smiles*

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About two months or so after the Warren incident, the band was back in the studio recording. You were working with Teddy Price again. It was a miracle he let you back, considering how terribly the last tour ended. He suggested you bring in a new voice, someone who could bring more traction to the band. He suggested Daisy Jones. So, the band got to work on your new song Aurora, with the help of the wonderful Daisy.

One late night, the whole band was out with Daisy at Chateau Marmont. It was one of her many parties, which were always marvelous. You were wearing a short black skirt, matched with a white halter top with red floral detailing. You put together this outfit especially for a lipstick you wanted to wear, that was gifted to you by Karen, for your birthday. It was a gorgeous deep red color that complimented your skin perfectly.

You arrived at the Chateau a little later than everyone else, and you quickly found who you were looking for. Eddie. You made your way across the room to him. His face lit up with an all too familiar boyish smile. Eddie was standing alone next to the drinks, nursing a beer. He reached down to the cooler and grabbed you one, popping it open for you.

“Here you go, Y/n.” Eddie said while holding out his hand with the open beer. You took it with a smile.

“I’ve been looking for you all night, baby. Where have you been?” said Eddie. He takes a quick sip of his beer, admiring you. You can see his eyes flick up and down, from your legs up to your face. You could tell they lingered on your chest, which was exactly what you wanted. “I like this shirt.” He says, winking. You scan the room, making sure nobody is watching. You slowly take his hand and place a sloppy kiss on his lips. You start to lead him into a close bathroom.

“Are you sure Y/n? I mean we just got here, and you said you still wanted to keep us a secret.” Eddie says, looking at you concerningly. But you can tell, by how Eddie is looking at you and how he’s standing, with one hand holding yours and the other tight on your ass, that he really wants to sneak into the bathroom aswell. He was looking out for you, which was always something you admired about him. He was always considerate.

“It’ll be quick.” You smirk. You both make it into the restroom. You turn and lock the door behind you.

Around 30 minutes later, Eddie emerges from the bathroom. You both decided he would go first, just in case someone you two knew was by the door. This way nobody would become suspicious. He walks out back into the party, which has gained guests and volume while the two of you were away. He navigates through the crowd to find another beer. While searching for that, he finds two people from the band. Karen and Daisy were standing in the corner together. They wave Eddie over and he walks towards them.

“Hey Eddie, where have you been?” Says Karen. Daisy and Karen both smile at him, whilst exchanging looks. Eddie doesn’t catch it at first. He starts a conversation with them. But soon, after a while, Karen and Daisy burst out into a fit of laughter.

“What, what is it?” Eddie says, irriatated. Are they laughing at him? He hasn’t done anything embarrassing. Karen and Daisy don’t answer his question, they just continue to giggle.

“What’s funny?” Eddie restates himself. Now, he is just as much confused as he is annoyed. Did Billy tell them something? At this point, he was ready to leave and find somebody else to talk to. He was just about to walk away when Daisy grabs his hand.

“No, Eddie, wait,” She says between laughs, “We’ll tell you what’s funny.”

So, he turns backs around and crosses his arms. He could be doing much better things than being laughed at by two band mates. He looks around the room, impatiently waiting for their answer.

“Did you realize you have lipstick on your face, Eddie? Red lipstick?” Daisy says.

Oh.

That’s what they were laughing at.

“And it looks an awful lot like the one I got Y/n for her birthday.” Karen adds.

Karen Sirko (keyboardist): Oh my God! It was hilarious! Eddie comes out, and he has lipstick everywhere. His lips, his neck. And at first I was like, “Oh, good for him.” but then I realized that it was Y/n’s lipstick! The one i got her for her birthday, even. God, that was the highlight of my week.

Eddie reaches a hand up to his lips, and sure enough, deep, red lipstick residue is on his hands. The trail goes down his neck, too. He keeps trying to rub it off to the best of his ability. He laughs akwardly, looking down. Daisy senses the akwardness and tries to comfort him.

“Hey, i’m really happy for you guys. You two will be a great match, i’m sure.” She smiles, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

Eddie looks up, smiling back at her. “Would it be okay if you guys didn’t tell anybody for now? We aren’t ready to tell everyone yet.” He says.

Daisy Jones (vocals): Eddie and Y/n? They were adorable. You could just tell that he was in love with her. When he would play, the only person his eyes went to was Y/n. As for Y/n, she was the same. When he walked into the room, you could see her smile. If I wanted my future to be like anyone’s, It would probably be their’s.

Karen and Daisy both nod. Eddie felt really bad about them finding out. Y/n had asked him to keep it a secret and he was dumb and messed it up. But, hey, Warren already knows. So two more people shouldn’t be so bad? And Eddie trusts Karen. He wasn’t sure about Daisy yet, but Y/n seemed to love her. He’d have to tell Y/n soon.

Y/n L/n: I wasn’t mad at all. It was really my fault for not noticing the lipstick. I helped him wipe it off after that, and I have to admit, he looked really silly. I can’t believe he left the bathroom looking like that.

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It was Julia’s first birthday. Camila had put together a celebration with balloons, banners, and an adorable little pink cake. It was all out together in their new house’s backyard. They had a housewarming party a while ago. It was one of the best parties you’d ever been too. Being surrounded by friends who loved you always made you feel better.

At Julia’s party, you and Eddie were playing with her. She had brought a couple Barbies outside and was acting out a scene with them. You and Eddie were doing it with her, going along with whatever she says. “We go swim!” Julia moves her Barbie over to a nearby puddle, grabbing both your hands and making you move yours over too. “Weeeeee!” Julia makes the Barbies jump up and down in the puddle. While they were jumping, she moves them around wildly in your direction and they splash your sundress.

“Woah! Julia!” You say, holding her hand to settle her down. “You got me all wet!” You joke, fake scolding. She giggles, apologizing, “I’m sorry Aunt Y/n!” You smile at her. How could you be mad at such a cute face? You grab Julia’s hand while standing up, and point in her dad’s direction. “It’s okay, Jules. Why don’t you go find your dad while I go clean up?” She follows your directions and runs over to her father, Billy.

You stand up, swiftly brushing the dirt and grime off your hands and dress.

“You’re really good with Julia, Y/n” Eddie says.

You smile widely at him, laughing happily. “You think so? I always imagined myself with kids when I was younger.”

“It just got me thinking. We could do that one day.” Eddie says, looking down at you fondly.

“Have kids?” You ask. It was true, you always thought you’d have a family. Two, even three kids. Maybe a dog, too. But that was all back in Pittsburgh. You weren’t sure if that life would fit into your life style now.

“Yeah. Big house, white picket fence. Some kids running around. Wouldn’t you like that, Y/n?” He says. You two were dangerously close, in the middle of Billy and Camila’s yard. Everyone you knew was there. But at the moment, it only felt you and Eddie were present. It was like the world closed in on you, and it was just him and you left. You liked the close, intimate feel. Even though you had been dating for around a year, you had never talked about your future outside of being in the band.

“Yeah, I think I would like that.” You say happily. You liked this side of Eddie. The warm, inviting side. You really were beginning to see a future with the blonde. The two of you stood, in the middle of the yard, just looking into each other’s eyes. Words didn’t need to be spoken. It was a silent “I love you”.

Eddie Roundtree: Yeah, I remember that day. She just looked so beautiful, playing with Jules. She was so kind, always was. You couldn’t help but love her. *smiles*

You are quickly snapped out of the moment by Camila calling to you.

“Hey, Y/n!” Camila says. She walks up to you and frowns. “I heard about your dress. I’m so sorry, i’ll talk to Jules after the party.” She apologizes.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll just wash it when I get home.” You respond. You look down at your blue sundress, taking a look at all the muddy spots. “I think i’ll go inside and try to find a washcloth. I’ll try to get some of the mud out.” You say. Camila nods.

“I’ll come with you!” She exclaims. You flash Eddie a sweet smile goodbye, and he winks in return. Eddie turns to go talk to Graham as you go inside with Camila. As soon as you shut the door, Camila starts to smile suspiciously.

“You and Eddie, hm?” She questions. You freeze, simply in shock. You were going to have to dig yourself out of a big hole. Plus, you were never good at lying, especially to Camila. It was like she could see through people. You always envied it about her.

“What do you mean, Cami?” You ask. You begin to make you way to the sink, avoiding her eyes.

“Don’t try to fool me. I see the way he looks at you, Y/n. It’s like you hung the stars and put the moon in the sky. He loves you.” Camila smiles. She digs through the drawers of her kitchen before handing you a white washcloth.

“I don’t,” You start. The question had totally caught you off guard. Was it love? Had you fallen in love with Eddie Roundtree? “I don’t know how he feels.” You stutter. Guess there is no hiding it now.

You begin to wet the washcloth, but your mind is anywhere besides this room. Is Camila right? You always knew you had something special with Eddie. But you’d never thought about it this much to be honest. With the baby conversation today and Camila’s conversation with you right now, you are seriously considering it. Things between you and the blonde wasn’t just hooking up anymore and it hasn’t been for a long time. It felt as if things were suddenly gettin for serious, and you were not going to say no to it.

“Well I think I know how you feel.” The girl says, poking you in the side. You laugh with her, moving your hip out of her reach. You shake your head in response, but the radiant smile on your face tells otherwise.

When you recover from the laughter fit, you begin to blot the muddy fabric of your dress with the cloth. Cami settles down as well. She peeks out the window and smiles, “Looks like everyone is about to sing happy birthday. I better go get the candles. Come out in a second, yeah?” She says. You nod, waving her goodbye.

Just before she is about to walk out the door, she turns around and teases, “Oh, and Eddie will be out there, too. You might want to hurry.” She winks at you mischievously before shutting the door and hurrying over to where Julia and Billy were.

Camila Dunne: Oh, Gosh, they were an amazing couple. I would’ve never known, but once I did, it just felt so obvious. They were perfect together, and I mean it. You could just tell by the way they looked at eachother. As soon as his eyes fell on Y/n, they turned into hearts. And vice versa.

Normally, you would be freaking out. You just gave away the secret of your realationship to yet another person. But right now you were on cloud 9. Eddie Roundtree might love you. And you might love him back.

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When Aurora was finally finished, the entire band was thrilled. Everyone had working together, and it turned out perfectly. You could feel it was about to be a big hit. The single, Look At Us Now, was already topping the charts. You had Daisy’s and Billy’s perfect vocal chemistry to thank for that.

Everybody was getting ready for the album cover shoot. It had been scheduled for weeks. After much bickering from Daisy and Billy, they decided on a desert shoot. The whole band was wearing tan, blue, and brown costumes, some more extravagant than others.

You and Eddie, though, had different plans. You snuck into his room late the night before. Everyone was staying in a hotel, as the photo shoot location was about 3 hours out of town and nobody wanted to drive that far so early. So, while everyone was getting ready, you and Eddie were lying in bed together, enjoying the solitude of the morning.

You were brushing stray hairs out of his face, to make sure you could see his beautiful eyes. Atleast you always thought they were beautiful. He was looking right back at you, with a dopey grin on his face. “I love you, Y/n.” He whispered. And you whispered it back.

After ten more minutes of this lovesick haze, you sat up, grabbing your watch that layed onnthe bedside table. Your face froze with shock.

“Shit, Shit, Shit! Eddie, it’s already 9:30. We were supposed to be down five minuetes ago!” With those words, the two of you flew out of bed, hurrily throwing on coats and blouses and brushing knotted hair from last night’s activities.

Meanwhile, downstairs, everyone was waiting on you two. Daisy, Karen, Warren, Camila, Billy, even Julia, all sat downstairs around a couple tables. They had finished breakfast a while ago, as it was now 9:45.

“Okay, where the fuck are they?” Billy said, tapping his foot. Karen and Daisy shared a look, Warren snickered, and Camila avoided his gaze. But Graham was clueless.

“I’ll go get them. I’m done eating anyway.” The younger Dunne brother said, hopping out of his seat next to Karen. He walks up to the elavator and steps inside, pressing the button of the band’s floor.

Meanwhile, you and Eddie were still frantically trying to get ready. You were applying a nude lipstick while Eddie buttoned up his shirt. You were no where near ready and you figured time was running out.

Suddenly, there is a knock on the door. You both freeze, making eye contact in the mirror.

“Probably just maintenance.” You reason.

“Yeah, just maintenance.” He agrees.

But you both quickly found out you were wrong when Graham’s voice sounded from the other side of the door. “Eddie, man, get up! You’re already thirty minutes late for photos.”

Oh, so it wasn’t maintenance. It was Graham. And Graham didn’t know. You and Eddie had started to consider telling everyone for good, but it had been so easy how it already was. You had settled into a routine of secrecy. It would just be so much harder to stop.

Graham knocks again, sounding impatient. You quickly pull out a curling iron to atleast get half your hair done while Eddie rushes to the door.

“Hey, just give me five more minutes.” He says before shutting the door in his face. Your boyfriend quickly rushes over to you in the bedroom, as you had given up on the hair curling idea after the front two pieces.

“What are we going to do, Ed?” you ask. He places a reassuring hand on your cheek, brushing a piece of hair away from your face.

“I’ll go out first. I’ll talk to Graham for a little before moving on downstairs. Then, he’ll go to your room next door and knock. You’ll slip out of here and try to walk a little ways down the hall so he doesn’t notice you came out of my room. Just pretend you were getting ice or something.” He says. You nod, trying hard to listen to exactly what he says.

When Eddie finishes speaking, you place a gentle kiss on his cheek. “For good luck.” you say. He smiles and embraces you quickly before heading for the door, motioning for you to hide on the other side of the room.

“Sorry about that Graham. Woke up late.” You can hear Eddie say from the other side of the wall. You press your ear up against the wallpaper trying to listen to more.

“I get it. I’m going to knock on Y/n’s door too. She must’ve overslept as well.” He pats Eddie on the shoulder before moving on to your door down the hall. You hear the steps of boots which you assume means he’s far enough away. You make your way to the door and open it very slowly. You manage to squeeze out of the half opened door. Now, you shut the door quietly before walking a little ways down the hall, like Eddie said.

“Hey, Y/n!” Graham calls out, and you stop in your tracks. “Where’d you come from?” He asks.

“I was just getting ice. Down the hall. At the ice machine.” You manages to sputter out. You’d never describe yourself as a nervous person, but right now, the nerves where like butterflies floating in your stomach, in your brain, and throughout your whole body. Graham furrows his brows at you, not very convinced by your efforts.

“I’m going to go ahead and get some breakfast.” You say quickly, speedwalking down the hallway. You thought you handled that pretty well.

Graham Dunne (Lead Guitar): She had come out of Eddie’s room. It was very obvious. Y/n was also always a terrible liar. I knew they were hooking up way before that ever even happened.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Karen Sirko: I think everyone knew they were in a realationship by that point. Daisy and I had a bet on when they would tell us.

Daisy Jones: It eventually came out when we were on tour, so Karen won technically. But they were just so shit at keeping secrets we all figured out a long time ago.

Warren Rojas: I was actually best man at Eddie’s and Y/n’s wedding. It was probably the best wedding i’ve ever been to. But don’t tell Lisa that. *winks*

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

[uhhhhjhfrogs]

Uhh a quick lil 1.8k of Corroded Coffin Steddie | ao3

Eddie woke up to Steve running his fingers through his hair, he purred like a cat and buried his face in Steve’s chest, “can I just stay here forever?”

Steve chuckled softly and Eddie luxuriated in the vibration, “I mean forever is a long time but the rest of this Sunday seems doable.”

“I can’t Sunday I have…” Eddie's eyes snapped open and he sat up abruptly, “band practice! Shit!”

“Since when do you have band practice on a Sunday?” Steve pouted as he watched Eddie scramble out of bed, grabbing whatever clothes he got his hands on first.

“Since you seduced me into skipping practice on Thursday.”

Steve smirked to himself, “I don’t remember you complaining.”

“Well my mouth was pretty busy if you remember,” Eddie scoffed as he hopped around the room pulling up his pants.

Steve sat up in bed to watch him, leaning against the headboard, the sheets pooled around his waist and bare chest on display, all Eddie wanted to do was crawl in between his legs and take him under the sheets again but he had already flaked once that week he couldn’t flake again. Instead he groaned and came to Steve’s side of the bed, tilting his chin up to kiss him sweetly, “it’s torture leaving you dear but maybe you want to come by practice later? In like an hour or two? Watch us play a little bit?”

Steve hummed and kissed him again, “yeah sounds fun, but you should go now if you don’t want to be late.”

“What would I do without you?” Eddie grinned, giving him one more kiss before sprinting out the door. And if Steve didn’t mention how half the clothes Eddie had grabbed had been his? Well he would find out when his friends asked why he was wearing a Hawkins Varsity Swim shirt and Steve’s boxers.

____

Eddie was only 10 minutes late to practice rather than his usual 20, Steve must be a good influence on him. The rest of the guys were already there but they were still setting up so Eddie quickly put his stuff down and started setting up his own sweetheart.

They all started tuning their instruments and tuning turned into a little bit of a jam and then Eddie transitioned into the opening of one of their songs and they were off. It was messy and a little uncoordinated, but their first song at practice always was. It was fun though and Eddie jumped around like they were playing for an actual audience instead of just the garden gnomes in Gareth’s garage. All that jumping in Gareth’s sauna of a garage and Eddie was already sweating, he shed the jacket he had come in with and decided to play the rest of practice in just his tshirt; or what he thought was his tshirt.

“Is that Steve Harrington’s shirt?” Gareth questioned from behind his drum set.

“What?” Eddie looked down and realized that in his haste to get to practice in time he had picked up Steve’s shirt instead of his own, ‘Hawkins Swim and Dive’ plastered across his chest in varsity font. “This isn’t Steve’s… I must’ve swiped this from the locker room a while back, I was in a rush to get here on time - wasn’t looking at what I was grabbing.”

“Dude. It literally says Harrington on the back, why are you lying about this?”

“Shit. Uh I guess it is Steve’s then, whatever, maybe he left it at my house, should we do ‘stagnant’ next? We should practice it for the gig next weekend.”

It was a shameless segue but it worked, they dropped their line of questioning and practice went back to normal for a little while. Until Eddie dropped his pick and had to crouch down to pick it up.

“Who’s boxers are those!” Gareth threw his drumstick towards the revealing gap between Eddie’s shirt that was riding up and his pants that were riding down.

“What the fuck does that mean? My own?”

Jeff stepped forward and put a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, “Eddie, I think I can speak for all of us when I say, we’ve seen you in your underwear enough to know that those are not yours, so whose are they?”

“Maybe I bought new underwear? Have you considered that?” Eddie crossed his arms defensively.

They all burst out laughing and Eddie pouted at them, “I don’t know what’s so funny.”

“I literally gave you underwear for your last birthday because you never buy them yourself.”

“Think if we checked the waistband there would be a nice little ‘S. Harrington’ embroidered in script?”

“No!” Eddie squeaked, because he knew it was there.

Gareth stood up and came around his drum set,“I think we know what we have to do boys.”

The other two nodded in unison, “It must be done.”

The boys started wrestling, trying to pin Eddie down and he was scrappy but 3-on-1 is never fair and soon enough Eddie was immobilized under the weight of his entire band sitting on top of him.

“Holy shit I was joking but it’s real, he’s wearing Steve Harrington's underwear.”

Eddie braced himself for the next logical leap, for them realizing that he and Steve were dating and all the questions that came from it but instead Jeff just laughed, “I can’t believe you stole Harrington’s underwear, like we know you’ve had a thing for Harrington since Sophomore year but we didn’t know you were so desperate that you’d stoop so low to a panty raid.”

Gareth grinned, “this is great blackmail material.”

“What? you’re going to blackmail me because I’m gay? That’s kind of homophobic of you guys.” Eddie said as he tried to wiggle out from under them.

“Not because you’re gay, we would’ve done this if you stole a girls underwear too, it’s the underwear theft itself which is the blackmail material, like sure everyone had a crush on Steve Harrington at some point in their lives but I doubt more than a few went so far as to steal his underwear.”

They finally let him up and Eddie just rolled his eyes, “ok whatever, I don’t care.”

“You’re saying you don’t care if Harrington finds out that you like him soooo much that you stole his underwear?”

“No I don’t care, especially because I know you’ll never have the guts to actually tell him.”

“I mean he kind of has a point there, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you even stand within five feet of Steve Harrington.”

“Ooh your ears must be burning!” Gareth’s mom laughed as she led Steve into the garage, “Steve Harrington is here, asking for Eddie.”

“Hi, Eddie said I could watch you practice today.” Steve waved.

All the band members looked at Eddie with wicked smirks.

Eddie kicked his band mates in the shins subtly as he crossed to Steve, “Yeah, we were just gonna start going through our set list for the next show, you can sit on the couch over there.”

“Cool.” Steve smiled and settled on the couch to watch.

Thankfully, the band valued rehearsal over the potential humiliation of their lead singer and they followed Eddie’s lead-in to their set list. Going through the set list and fixing all the mistakes they made along the way took another hour and afterwards the boys were beat. Eddie dropped to the floor where he was, sprawling on the floor with Jeff, Gareth spun around on his stool and Kurt sat on the couch with Steve.

Eddie popped his head up and grinned at Steve, “so what did you think?”

“Loud,” Steve chuckled, “but really cool, there were some new songs in there right?”

“You know our music well enough to know which songs are new?” Gareth leaned over his drums.

“Yeah, Eddie gave me some of your tapes.”

“And you listened to them?”

Steve furrowed his brow, “yeah? What else would I do with them?”

“Huh.”

Breaking the awkward tension that had begun seeping into the room, Jeff popped his head up, “Do we have any beer?”

_____

A couple beers in all the guys were a lot more relaxed, Steve had slotted into the dynamic between them surprisingly well. Eventually Jeff had enough of the puppy dog eyes Eddie was giving Steve so he decided to stir the pot, “so what do you think of Eddie’s wardrobe today, Steve? Think we should add more jock style to the band?”

“I think you should,” Steve snorted, “imagine, you could be the only metal band out there in varsity jackets.”

“Yeah? You think so, Harrington? Would you lend all of us various athletic paraphernalia?”

“Playing multiple sports since middle school has prepared me for this,” he nodded solemnly, “if you wanted to you could all take a different sport even.”

Eddie laughed, “ok but I want your letterman jacket.” He shot Steve a secret little smile, he’s worn Steve’s letterman jacket before, he’s worn only Steve’s letterman jacket before, and he didn’t want any of his other band mates tainting that memory.

Kurt pouted,”aw you already got his underwear! I want the jacket.”

“Oh come on! There goes our blackmail dummy.”

“Your what?” Steve chuckled.

“Oh shit. Sorry Eddie, we really didn’t plan on saying anything, it just slipped. Fuck! Sorry man.”

“I told you guys, I don’t care if you try and tell Steve.”

“Are you sure? Because I think it’s so funny.”

“Go ahead” Eddie made a flourish with his hand from the floor.

“Hey Steve-“

“Yeah?”

“You know Eddie is wearing your boxers right now?” The band burst out laughing and Eddie just shrugged shamelessly at Steve who was grinning like an idiot.

“Huh, wonder where he got those.” Steve chuckled.

“You don’t care if we tell him the second part either?” Gareth poked Eddie on the floor.

“No go ahead, I would argue that’s the funnier part.” Eddie smirked directly at Steve.

“Well we assume that he stole them from your house because he likes you sooo much.” They cackled like hyenas the way that only drunk 18 year olds can.

“Hmm, and Eddie, you really don’t care that they told me this?”

“Not a bit,” he gave Steve a small knowing smile.

Steve popped off the couch and for a second the band was afraid he was about to kick Eddie when he was literally down but instead he laid next to Eddie, interlaced their fingers together and smiled, “Well I think it’s a good thing he likes me so much considering we’ve been dating for about 6 months now.”

There was a moment of stunned silence before the garage erupted into pandemonium. Steve and Eddie just burst out laughing and Steve leaned over to kiss his boyfriend silly like he had wanted to ever since he saw him shred the guitar solo in the first song they played.

[1d-oned-1d]

“DADDY PLEASE, NOO”

As soon as the mother left, I picked up Y/N on my hip and started moving back in the house. She was 18 years old, yet her innoscense could've proved anyone wrong at guessing her age.

"Daddy, I miss mumma." She sighed pushing her head in my neck, and I feel like I could just combust. Her mother, my second wife, just left for an important business trip for a week and I've no idea how to restrain myself from this angel in my arms.

"It's ok love, I miss muma too. But you have me right." I tried to lighten up the mood by peppering kisses all over her face. She chuckled, no more sulking and I felt like I could breathe again but my core was throbbing.

"I want to watch something." she yawned, not giving into her daily routine.

"How about we sleep for a while bug, I'm really sleepy." I fake yawned.

"sure, if you say so but I'm not sleepy at all, just doing this for you." she coooed in his arms, rubbing her eyes.

"sure whatever you say big guy."

while going to sleep, harry laid down in her bed, making her look puzzled and climb into bed.

"I'll help you sleep, ok?" harry informed, kissing just beside the outline of her lips. She nodded, her eyes starting to droop when harry pulled into her. It was only a minute or two before she started shuffling on the bed.

"what's the matter angel?" he questioned, only to get the response as her unbuttoning her jeans and tugging at it, silently informing the problem to him.

"remove them." she whispered sleepily and harry felt his heart thump loudly, but thankfully she was wearing an oversized tshirt.

She shuffled in her sleep, her leg on harry's torso, oversized tee rising in the process and harry could feel his patience wearinf off. He picked up his phone to not focus on soft silky thigh as to not grow his semi hard boner any more, but the patience finally weared off when..

"daddy." she whispered into his neck, her lips touching his neck. Harry wanted a physical contact, it's been an hour in this position and he knew she could wake up any moment but it was killing him. He slowly caressed her thigh and sighed in the process. He knew he was just making the matters worse for him but still slowly drifted his hands up and up till he was met by the hem of her underwear. He shuffled beneath her, trying to contain himself and only foucs on caressing her thighs. With each touch of his finger and the hem of her underwear, slowly one by one the tips of his fingers made it into her panties and this is how he ended up in the position he was in now. Not kneading but caressing her backside with his wrist and hand inside her panties through the leg hole.

He knew he was testing his limits while doing so seeing she was already shifting in her sleep, about to wake up any moment.

"What are you doing daddy?" y/n mumbled, as the caressing was far gone replaced by kneading.

"massaging babygirl, I bet you like that huh?" harry's voice had a rasp evidence of what he was feeling. his stepdaughter hummed in agreement and his patience broke loose. He turned her on her back, hovering over her and kissing her neck.

"Daddy's hungry bubs, and whenever he feels hungry, he'll feed on you, got it?" she nodded meekly to his words. "I need words."

"yes daddy"

"Good, now will you let daddy have a bite?" he smirked, and sucked on her neck marking her. with every passing minute, her neck adorned bright red marks of his hunger. By now she was fully awake her breathing heavy from being fed on. From neck, he moved on to her lips and pecked her. Her body was hot, she was feeling things she hadn't before. Pleasured and confused at the same time.

"Daddy." she breathed when he lapped at her throat making his breath hitch at the beautiful girl.

"Yes my little girl?" he picked her up sitting her in his lap. "Did it feel good?" he pushed her hair behind her ear. She nodded in turn earning a stern look from Harry.

"Yes daddy, are you full?" her big doe eyes looking at him as she innocently sat in his lap.

"tsk tsk not yet, would you mind if I have a taste of your lips babygirl?" and without waiting for a reply he devoured in her lips, lapping at it like a hungry dog. His kiss grew more urgent, making the girl breath even harder. She was on roll with her emotions, not understanding one bit what was going on with her, just letting her daddy satisfy his hunger while she felt high and euphoric.

He started grinding upwards in fast motion, while his hands roamed beneath her shirt, pushing her down into him and his lips drowned in her.

"Daddy please." y/n sighed, not understanding what was happening to her, or why her mouth was working at it's own accord. He pulled apart smirking triumphiantly but never stopping his hip moments.

"What happened baby?" he mockingly cooed, smirking and she shook her head in distress of not knowing the feeling. "aww my poor baby, you don't know do you? just push you hips down and circle them, I swear it'll feel better." and she did just that, not knowing she was dry humping her stepdad. The coil tightened and tightened in her stomach and just when she was about to touch her high, harry pulled her down from his lap, throwing her on the bed.

"It's time for you to take a shower darling" he informed, the dumbfounded girl laying on the bed, staring at ceiling with open lips.

“ come on stop panting” he spoke, picking her up, and sitting her down on his hip bone and pushing her further into him, purposely rubbing her clit. He sat her down on the sink, getting her water ready while she came back to herself.

“I can bathe on my own daddy.” she whispered, now the attention of her stepdad fully on her.

“I know you can baby, but let me help please, you don’t want to sadden me do you” he effortlessly manipulated her, tucking a strand behind her ear. She shook her and put her hands above her head in reply to him tugging at her tshirt. He smirked inwardly while he undressed her, almost loosing it when he saw her with the only piece of clothing left on her as her bra and panties. After bathing her which mostly included thoroughly massaging her tits, making her breathless, and cleaning every single one of her curves.

“where’s my clothes?” she asked after being dried off and lead out of the bathroom in nothing.

“oh well sorry darling, i have put all your clothes for laundry, all that’s left is this” he handed her a thong and bra that’s obviously too small for her. She innocently wore the clothes, gasping whenever she took a step because of the friction of the thong and her boobs sore and almost spilling out the bra. Harry wanted her to herself give her to him and step by step she was getting what he wanted.

“what happened darling?” he spoke as he switched on the television, pulling her into himself and situating her on his lap, making her suck in a sharp breath. “are you uncomfortable my baby?” he spoke, discreetly pulling on her thong and she gasped, wrapping her hands around her neck. After recovering she meekly nodded in his neck.

“the clothes, remove it please.” she pleads and he smirks.

“are you sure darling?”

“mhmm” she hummed, taking his hand and putting it on her bra clasp and it was as if everything was served to him on silver platter. Like an excited child on a christmas morning he unclasped the bra, sucking in a breath, trying to control himself. She pushed the bra down her hands, and even removing the thong.

“what’s this daddy?” she pressed on his hard-on which was poking her ass while she was focused on her television all while he tried to control himself.

“ooh that, that’s daddy’s other leg baby, it’s feeling cold, would you mind warming it up.” he smiled, coaxing her into yet another one of his tricks.

“of course daddy but how?” she looked at him puzzled.

“with your sleeve baby” again with this reply she earned himself a confused face. “good girls who love their daddy have a sleeve in them for warning up daddy’s leg, let’s check if you have it or not, okay baby?” she nodded. He shifted her off his lap and on the couch, situating one of legs on the headrest and other on the floor.

“daddy, what are you doing?” she tried to close her legs, while he held her legs apart earning a glare. Once she noticed her daddy’s reaction she stopped fighting. Without any further ado harry straight went for the clit, massaging it, seeing the girl beneath him start breathing hard.

“wha- what’s happening?” she spoke through her increasingly irregular breathing but instead of answering he just increased the pace of her actions. “daddy, stop” she breathed but he didn’t, and just then her legs started shaking and she reached her climax.

“how does it feel babygirl?” he massaged her thighs bringing her down from her high but before she could answer he pushed his pointer finger in her, making her cry out and jolt. She held his hand trying to stop him but he pinned both her hands with one of his and stretched her out with another, thrusting one more finger into her.

“no, please daddy.”

“i’m just stretching out the sleeve baby. you don’t want me feel cold do you?” and with that he added third finger, thrusting vigorously at her spongy spot, making her arch her back and cry.

“please nooo, please” she cried out and next second she orgasmed again. her chest rising and falling evidently with every breath she took. her brain still overdosed with the pleasure which she couldn’t put on a finger on but letting it all go just to impress her daddy. He picked up her limp body and lined her entrance with his cock sitting here down while she cried begging him to stop.

“will you shut it you dumb whore, i’m cold can’t you see baby.” he spanked her, making her fall forward on him. Giving no time to adjust as a punishment he started moving her up and down on his cock, her tits jiggling in his face

“look at you baby being the perfect doll for me, oh why are you crying my baby, because of you daddy feels a less cold.”

“what- too much- not understand “ her incoherent words made somewhat sense to him, understanding that she was almost close to her third orgasm of the night. He increased the pace, himself grunting from the pleasure and just when she was about to reach her high, he stopped, throwing her in the couch and slapping her pussy repeatedly making her squirt and pass away.

part 1 to the awaited series, let me know anything you’ve in mind or anything you’d want them to do, ciao

I hope you all had fun with yourselves while reading this

[cosmictrashqueen]

Teehee I haven’t made an actual post in a while so wanted to try to get back into with a little drabble I wrote for my favorite Bat Boy 🥺

18+ smut, Dick comes home after a night of patrol as Nightwing and just REALLY missed you 💗

💙💙

There you were once he came home, sprawled out in the bed you shared fast asleep and cuddling his pillow close to your chest. He had gotten very good at entering through the window silently, never wanting to wake you… but tonight was different. He needed to wake you up, needed to feel you.

Dick moved over to the bed, still silent, and gently pulled back the covers to reveal your body to him- of course he couldn’t help but smirk as he saw you were wearing one of his old tshirts to sleep in. He didn’t want to rush this, but that feeling of needing you was prickling underneath his skin, making him antsy.

His hands began to move over your thighs, soothingly, teasingly, squeezing every so often as he caressed up and down. It wasn’t enough to make you stir from slumber, but it was enough to draw out a soft sound from your lips.

Dick pulled one hand away to start ridding himself of his suit, peeling it away from his skin as his lips found the back of your neck and began to pepper warm kisses to your skin. The higher up his other hand traveled along your inner thigh, the more it began to stir your body for him. Between his sensual touch and adoring kisses, it didn’t take much longer for you to groan and open your eyes.

Once you were awake and he was sure of it, his hand eagerly dipped between your legs and stroked along your dampening underwear, “I missed you, baby.” He whispers in your ear before his teeth tease the lobe. His fingers were stroking in little motions in the way he knows gets you riled up for him. For more. Instinctively your legs part as you’re still laying on your front, and he takes that as your silent permission to pull your underwear away, leaving them around your thighs as he shifts your hips up just enough to see you’re already glistening with arousal.

That’s when he slips his gloveless fingers inside you, pressing two in deep and groaning at the way you gasp and shudder from the sudden pressure and the way he fills you. Once his name falls from your lips in a heated moan, that’s all it takes before he’s thrusting his fingers in and out, in and out. The pace isn’t too quick, but there is an urgency there as he leans over you and watches your face contort with desire.

Fuck, he loves seeing you like this; face flushed and expression fucked out from whatever he’s doing to you.

His fingers hook and brush against that spot that has you bucking, your breath feeling like it’s been punched out of you, and with a satisfied smirk he focuses on that spot with every thrust of his fingers.

It should be illegal how good Dick is with fucking you open with just his fingers alone. He knows just what to do to have you whining and gasping and begging for more.

The only sounds in the bedroom are your labored breathing and sounds of pleasure, and the slick sound of his fingers fucking you. Dick has been more quiet than usual, his eyes locked on your dripping cunt as his fingers thrust and spread and loosen you up for him. He’s quiet, until he leans forward once more, his now bare chest pressing against your back as he whispers in your ear, “Look at you, baby. Dripping all over the sheets already? You must really have missed me too, hmm?”

Dick lets out a chuckle, his teeth catching the back of her neck in a teasing nip, “You’re gonna need to call off work in the morning, because we are barely getting started, baby.”

[miidwrites]

Morning Commute

read a train fantasy that took my brain in a further direction… getting on the train in my normal autumn work day attire: band tshirt, skirt, high socks, and boots with a long hooded sweater. No room on the train so of course have to stand. Since it’ll be about a 45 min ride for me into the city, I move back away from the doors. It’s so crowded I don’t even notice when I stand a couple spots from you, people crowd in at each stop and im pushed further back until im right in front of you. With my bag held in front of me, it takes me a minute to notice the body flush to my back has wandering hands sweeping slowly up my thighs. I turn to look behind me when you grab me and squeeze me tight against you growling in my ear to NOT turn around and be a good girl for you. I hold my breath while your hands snake to the front of my thighs slipping to cup me and rub my ass against your hardening cock. Tell me quietly in my ear what a little cock tease I am every day wearing these outfits and this pathetic excuse for underwear since you can already feel me soaking through at your barely there touches.

more people enter the train and as we are shuffled up against each other further, you take the opportunity to turn me around so we are chest to chest. my tits pressed into your fire chest. You realize what a fantastic height these boots put me at and whisper into my ear it’s time to at least take care of the problem I caused. You lift my skirt and tuck the end into your waist band while you drag my hand down to your zipper. You continue whispering what a good girl you know I’ll be for taking care of daddy after the trouble I’ve already caused this morning while you guide my hand to unzip you and side your thick cock out. You watch my eyes for the fear, embarrassment, and lust that battles through them. Fear at getting caught. Lust because you know how badly I want to drop to my knees and take you into my mouth. Embarrassment because we both know, should you demand, I would. You smile at me and whisper you know while you guide our hands to pull your cock a few times together before pulling my hips even closer with your other hand. You release my hand when I guide your cock against my pussy, helping me by sliding my panties to the side. The cold air against my wetness and the warmth of your cock against my clutter makes me gasp. You slide your hands around my body under my sweater to position us better. Take care of me my sweet girl you say guiding my hips to flex and grind my soaked pussy along your cock. Show me how much you want to take care of me you speak in my ear as I begin to hump your cock against my slick hole and clit.

You cuddle me closer as I start to moan softly against your chest. Cooing sweet words to me being your filthy lewd little fucktoy even in front of all these people.

You are quick to pinch my ass when I begin to get too loud. Reminding me not to cum this is only to make you feel better since I was such a cock tease wearing this hot little outfit perfect for you to fuck me in… I pant against your shoulder while trying my best to slip your cock inside of me. Begging quietly for you to just bend me over and fuck me til we both collapse from orgasmic pleasure.

Another pinch from you reminds me to not embarrass you by showing the entire train how cock hungry and cum drunk I can be for you.

You let me hump your cock all the way to the city. Pinching and petting and rubbing my body in our close cuddle. A few stops before you have to exit the train you ask me if I want to be your good girl and take your cum. I bod furiously not trusting my voice after so long being edged. You tell me good girl, slip it in and hold my cock while I dump a load into you. Your thrust your hips a bit more to meet my pussy. Feeling the tip slip into my tight hole. You feel my pussy flex on your tip squeezing you so tight while my hand cups the rest of your shaft against me… you fuck into my hand and my pathetic little hole while you kiss me deep. Cumming a full load while our kisses swallow both our moans. The fucked out look on my face makes you smile. You tell me what a good girl I’ve been for you, slip my panties back into place and remind me to hold your cum in… you remind me not to touch what is yours while you slip your cock back into your trousers. You kiss me once more and tell me you will see me on the ride home and the have a good day, licking your fingers on the way off the train.

[bump1nthen1ght]

Playing His Game (M!Orc x F!Reader) Part 2

Pairing: Male!Orc x Female! Reader

Warnings: Explicit content under the cut (18+ ONLY), degradation

Request: Would you do a part two for Gramus the orc and the female reader? Like an established relationship but still the same kind of nsfw?

Six months in, you think you and Gramus are officially out of the honeymoon phase.

Don’t misunderstand, the relationship is still amazing, the two of you are still very much obsessed with each other. Conversations aren’t dull, the dates haven’t stopped, and you even discovered you have similar habits of living! This isn’t that slump where he finds out your breath smells rank in the morning or you find out he doesn’t know how to wash whisks and genuinely some magic is lost. No, things are just a little different now.

7 months ago, you’d be opening your door in a sexy outfit, hair done and makeup freshly immaculate, trying to bend the sexiest way possible to get your hot neighbors attention. Now, you’re in one of his big shirts and your comfiest Monday™️ underwear, watching him do the dishes as you sip on a rootbeer float.(He once said he hadn’t drank one since he was 7. You try to make them every date night) Your hair is half-messy, your face is nowhere near camera ready, but damn do you feel hot. And maybe its because you just ate a delicious dinner and don’t have to clean, or because your fine-ass boyfriend is wearing those work pants that fit him just right, but you are unabashadly horny in this moment.

Its why you tip-tap your fingers around his back and onto his stomach, pressing your braless chest against him and taking a deep sniff of his shirt. Gramus chuckles, one hand leaving the dishes to pat your arm.

“What are you doing, love?”

His voice is so deep, always so soft. You love it, but you love it even more when it gets rough.

“Nothing.” You mumble into his tshirt, still rubbing circles into his toned stomach. The mischievous smile on your face says otherwise. “Is it illegal for me to hug my boyfriend?”

“No.” He laughs again, rubbing the back of your palm as he runs a mixing spoon under water. “But you’re a naughty girl, so you always have something up your sleeve.”

“Thats a bold accusation, sir.” You say, giggling into his back. “What proof could you possible have?”

“Well, one of your hands is playing with my waistband, for one.” You laugh again, snapping the fabric of his shorts against him. “And the fact that we had sex 3 times last night, yet you’re still hungry for more.”

“What can I say,” You press a kiss into his back muscles, “I find it hard to control myself around my sexy ass boyfriend. Is that a crime…” You intentionally slow your voice, trying to sound as sultry as possible, “Officer?”

“No,” Gramus wraps a hand around your wrist and, in one quick moment, has flipped you both around, your back now pressed against the counter as he smirks over you, “But I don’t like your attitude, slut.” Gramus other hand comes up and grabs yoru jaw, forcing you to look him right in the eye. The dishes lay forgotten behind you, Gramus mouthing the question “Green?” as his thumb rubs across your cheek.

You nod, licking your lips before pretending to struggle in his grip. “I guess you’ll have to correct my behavior, sir. If you can handle me.” You quickly yank your wrist out of his hand, trying to use his gentleness against him and take off toward your bedroom. But Gramus is used to your naughty tricks by now, pivoting your inertia to a nearby cabinet and slamming you (as sweetly as possible) up against it. He uses his body weight to press down and keep you still, though you fretfully play-struggle some more. He kisses his teeth, chiding your failed attempt.

“Nice try, but you’re gonna have to use more of those whore brain cells of yours to get passed me.” Using his forearm, Gramus keeps you pressed against the cabinet while he reaches down and undoes his belt. The clink of it falling to the ground sends goosebumps down your arms, a familiar slickness pooling in your sweatpants. “Now, I expect you to make up for your insurbordination. Maybe I’ll be genereous and even fuck you after.” Gramus doesn’t need any force to push you down on your knees, your mouth already salivating at the prominent bulge in his pants. Those blue boxer briefs you got him the other day strain in between his open fly, making you wet your lips.

“I guess I have to work extra hard.” You pout, looking up at him with all the sluttiness in your arsenal. “After all, that cock looks really big.”

“Damn right, bitch.” Gramus digs his hand into your hair and yanks you forward, shuffling down his underwear and stroking his cock twice. The tip of it taps your lips and you can’t fight the urge to lap at the leaking slit. Gramus’ thumb yanks open your bottom lip, slapping his head against your eager tongue. “That’s right, down on your knees. Where you belong.”

Despite his brutal words, Gramus gently slides his cock down your throat. He waits for your eyes to widen and your head to nod before he slides deeper and deeper, trying not to trigger your gag reflex.

Such a softie. You think, wondering how you became so lucky to have him.

Gramus always makes the cutest faces during blowjobs. His closes his eyes and scrunches up his nose. Even when his big hands yank on your hair or his hips fuck into your face, you can’t help but think he looks so damn adorable.

Drool slips down your jaw as Gramus slots himself into your mouth all the way to the base. You give yourself an imaginary pat on the back as Gramus begins gently thrusting. He curses under his breath.

“Fuck, I love this mouth.” Gramus pants, rubbing his thumb across your jaw. “You know how to make me feel good, huh? Fucking whore.” Gramus gently slaps your cheek, just enough to make a sound but not enough to actually hurt. He mouths a timid “Green?” again, to which you nod. He could honestly hit your harder, but you know he prefers not to risk it.

Balls slap against your chin as Gramus picks up the pace, pulling the hand away from your face and leaning it against the countertop. The leverage allows him to move his hips even further, to pound the back of your throat. The gargle of cock in your mouth combined with Gramus grunts make your pussy ache. You decide to sneak one of your hands up his leg while the other goes down to your cunt. The schlick of your wetness is obvious, obvious enough to make Gramus chuckle.

“You’re such a cock-hungry bitch, huh? I’ve barely touched you and you’re already soaked.” You don’t rebut, instead using your tongue to lick up and down Gramus cock as it goes in out of your mouth. The countertop squeaks from Gramus nails clawing across them. He licks his chapped lips. “Probably want my cum huh? You’d probably swallow if I shot my load down your throat, wouldn’t you?” You nod eagerly, looking so debauched with bruised lips. Gramus smirks, but surprises you when he abruptly pulls out, leaving you gasping. He yanks on your hair, forcing you to stand and leave your pussy unattended. Panting, you look up at him with wide eyes. “Too bad I make the decisions around here.”

Gramus easily turns you around and bends you over the counter. He rips down your shorts with a single hand as he strokes his cock, whistling as he spreads open your pussy lips with two fingers. “Gods be damned, you are wet.” You don’t need assistance in opening your legs, Gramus easily sliding his dick across your wet folds, just catching on your clit. “I guess it’s for the best, wouldn’t want to break you. Though,” Between words Gramus shoves his cock to the hit inside you, stralignt he breath out of your chest, “ I bet you’d like that.”

While you’d typically respond with some snarky banter to keep the roleplay im lime, you find all you're capable of is a whimper as Gramus begins pounding your cunt. His calloused hands dig into your hips as he pulls you back onto his pelvis, nails leaving small half-moons on the skin. He slaps your ass hard and fast, pawing at the curve before hitting it again. You can only imagine how he throws his head hack, grunting with each hump, as your face is pressed into the cool countertop.

Gramus cock brutalizes your g-spot, his sweaty balls slapping against your clit with every thrust. The burn of his thick dick stretching you open makes your toes curl, some drool leaking out of your open mouth. Sparks fly up and down your abdomen and you know your lower back is gonna hurt tomorrow.

“F-fuck.” A throaty purr comes from Gramus mouths, slapping your ass again. He’s told you once before that he loves the way it jiggles, that it almost makes him cum every time. You wiggle your hips and push them onto his pelvis, getting another groan and a slap to your ass cheek. “Cheeky little thing.” He mutters under his breath.

“You know you l-love it.” You stutter, finally getting enough wits about you to back talk. But with drool all down the side of your flushed face, you doubt it's very intimidating.

“Damn right I do. Shit!” The knot in your abdomen winds tighter and tighter, Gramus flurried hips telling you that he’s also getting close. A thick palm circles around and grabs you by the throat, pulling you up while arching your back. “Say my name.” Gramus whispers in your ear, the pads of his fingers digging into your jugular. “Scream it.”

With your pussy clenching and your cervix as sore as it is, you doubt you could do anything but scream.

“Gramus! Gramus!” You yell, that knot finally snapping. Gramus shouts another “Fuck!” As your pussy puts him a vice grip, giving a couple more stuttered thrusts before cumming inside you.

You collapse onto the counter, your heavy breath fogging up the cool top. You can feel Gramus sweat dripping down onto your back, his head now laid in between your should blades as he catches his breath. A trickle of his cum runs down you legs, leaving a warm feeling in your gut.

“Damn,” Gramus mumbles into you back. “I forgot about the pans on the stove top.”

You sluggishly turn your head to the left, seeing the messy pot you used for spaghetti sauce tonight’s dinner. You chuckle.

“Sorry, I guess I was too distracting, huh?”

Gramus press a kiss into the center of your back, pulling his softened cock out of you.

“Trust me, it was a welcome distraction.”

Gramus presses another soft kiss to your lips, pulling up his pants and redoing his belt. He then runs a paper towel under hot water and begins wiping away at your legs, cleaning off the slow drying cum. A warm hand rubs your lower back.

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

You sigh, shimmying up your underwear.

“Nope,” You give Gramus a peck in the cheek. “I think that was just right.”

[thespacesoffalseandtrue]

First

pairing: josh x fem reader

summary: your long term boyfriend takes your virginity.

warnings: minors dni, unprotected sex, mentions of virginity, female pleasure.

thank you for this anon for this post it was so hard to write & im hoping i did you justice ;). as usual, my requests are open.

Growing up, you always considered yourself a slow bloomer, doing everything last. Losing your virginity wasn’t anything different. You had been dating Josh for almost a year and while the idea of sex hung heavily over the two of you, he never went past anything you were ready to do. Always asking if his hand placement was okay or if you were comfortable. And eventually when you told him to stop, he never met your protests with frustration, only adoration.

Tonight was different, tonight you felt deep within your body that you were ready. Ready to give yourself to him wholly and completely.

“I’m ready,” you told him, standing in front of him as he searched for something in his closet. You were perched in a baggy tshirt against the edge of his bed. He turned over to you, eyes wide with hope. And then we was walking over to you, it was like a layer, an outer one that everybody sees peeled away.

Josh yanked off the shirt he was wearing in one fluid movement. He was running the show now. Wrapping his hands around your waist, sliding his fingertips under the elastic of your green panties, and kissing you, softly.

“I’m not going to break,” you whisper against his lips between kisses. You wanted him to kiss you harder, you wanted to feel his passion.

His kisses changed then, from soft delicacies to that of a man starved. Like he’d been waiting all this time. Holding back, out of respect to you and what you wanted.

You didn’t know that much about kissing, only the obvious but you could tell that these kisses were different than any of the other ones you two had shared in the past. He groaned when his tongue licked against yours, he groaned when he bit a tender spot on your neck, and you groaned when he made a guttural noise in the back of his throat as his fingers cupped your ass through your panties. Under your shirt, his hand traveled up to your rib cage. You gasped and smiled into his mouth.

“You did that before.”

He blinked at you, confused, pupils blown large and dark.

“What?”

“The night I kissed you in the hallway, after your show. You did it that night, too.”

“I did what?”

“You touched me. Here.” Your hand slid to your ribs to cover his through the cotton.

He looked up at you through dark lashes, and began to lift a corner of your shirt, up your thighs and past your hip until it caught right under your tits. He leaned into you, pressing his lips against the lowest part of your ribs. You gasped. And gasped again when he bit you softly, and then licked across the same spot.

“Here?” he asked.

You were growing light-headed. It could be how close he was, or the heat in the room. Or the fact that you were almost naked, standing in front of him in nothing but panties and socks. You two had never gotten this far.

“Hey,” He said bringing you out of your thoughts. His mouth traveled upward, less than an inch, teeth grazing against skin and bone. “Here?” You hadn’t thought you could get this wet this quickly. Or at all. Then again, you hadn’t really thought much about sex.

“Pay attention, sweetheart.” He sucked the underside of your left breast. You had to hold on to his shoulders, or your knees would give out on you.

“Here?”

“I . . .” It took a moment to focus, but you nodded.

“Maybe. Yes, there. It was . . . it was a good kiss.” Your eyes fluttered closed, and you didn’t even fight it when he took the shirt completely off you. Feeling totally exposed you covered your arms across your chest. You wish the lights were dimmer, you wished you wore cuter underwear, you wish-

“Hey,” he said pulling your arms down, “you don’t have to do that, you don’t have to hide from me. I see you and I love you.” He pulls you in for a tender kiss and you drop your arms.

His eyes move down and stopped at your breasts like they were something spectacular, his lips parted and breath quick and shallow. He looked up and down at you, eyes glazed over with lust, and said, “I want to keep you in this bedroom for a week.” His hand came up to cup your breast, not exactly gentle. Just this side of too forceful, and you felt yourself clench around nothing. “For a year.”

He pushed his hand against your shoulder blades to make you arch toward him, and then closed his mouth against your breast, all teeth and tongue. The sting was wonderful and you whimpered against the back of your hand, because you hadn’t known, hadn’t thought that you'd be so sensitive, so heightened to his touch, yet here you were nipples raw and eager for his tongue.

“You taste so sweet,” he whispered against your skin.

His palm pressed against your spine, and you arched a little more. You were displayed, arched against him like an offering. “Is that a compliment?” you breathed out with a smile. He flashed you a smile and before you could give him a smart reply he fits your entire breast in his mouth. All of it. He groaned in the back of his throat, and it was clear that he’d love to swallow you whole and you were sure that you would let him.

You should touch him, too; you were the one who’d asked for this, and it followed that you should make sure that being with you was not a chore for him. You didn’t know what to do, where to start or how to begin. He could instruct you on how he liked it. You wanted him to enjoy this just as much as you were.

“This okay?” His voice brings you out of your head. He was looking up at you with a frown, his thumb swiping back and forth on your hip bone.

“You’re all tensed up, baby are you okay?” His voice was strained. He was cupping his cock almost absentmindedly, stroking and gripping every once in a while— when his eyes fell on the hard points of your nipples, when you shivered, when you squirmed to rub your thighs together. “We don’t have to —” he began standing up.

“I want to. I said I did.”

His throat bobbed. “It doesn’t matter, what you said. You can always change your mind.” His hands stroked your cheeks.

“I won’t, I want to give myself to you.” The way he was looking at you, his faces etched with concern, and love. But he just rested his forehead on yours, his breath warm, and let his fingertips coast the elastic of your panties, dip under the thin cotton.

You exhaled when his thumb pressed between your legs, brushing against fabric that was already dark and wet. You exhaled in a rush until there was no air left, embarrassment washing over you at the thought that now he must know exactly how much you wanted this.

He definitely knew. Because he looked back up at you, glassy-eyed and breathing fast. “Damn,” he whispered. He brought his mouth to yours, tongue opening your mouth. He pulled you down and you felt the cool sheets against your back. He moved to kiss your neck and then the valley between your breasts and then your stomach. He played with elastic of your panties again.

“Do you . . .” Your mouth was as dry. Your body pulsating with desire. “Do you want me to take them off?”

“No.” He shook his head. “Not yet.” He hooked his finger on the elastic and pushed the cotton to the side.

You were glistening, swollen and red to your own eyes, way too far ahead, considering that he’d barely done anything to you. Too naive. Too eager. This was embarrassing.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. Embarrassment pooled in your stomach and you felt heat rising to your cheeks. “I am . . .”

“Perfect.” He wasn’t really talking to you. More to himself, marveling at the way his fingertip sank so easily between your folds, parting them and gliding back and forth until you threw back your head and closed your eyes because the pleasure was streaming, stretching, thrumming through your entire body.

“You are so beautiful.” The words sounded hushed, ripped out of him. “May I?”

It took you a second to realize that he was referring to his middle finger, to the way it was circling around your entrance and tapping at it.

You moaned. “Yes. Anything, I’m yours,” you breathed out.

He leaned over, licked your nipple, and pushed his finger in. You hissed at the stretch and so did Josh.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

He had long fingers—that must be why they didn’t fit. The first knuckle was just shy of too much, a pinching ache and the sensation of damp, uncomfortable fullness. You shifted your hips ever so slightly, trying to adjust and make room, and then shifted some more, until he had to grip your hip with his other hand to keep you still. You gripped his arm with your nails.

His thumb grazed your clit, and you whimpered. “It’s okay, baby. Relax.”

Impossible. Though, if you had to be honest, the way his finger was curving inside you—it was already getting better. Not so painful now, and maybe even wetter if that was physically impossible. Your head lolled back and you shut your eyes.

“There? Is that a good spot?” His eyes bore into you, watching you squirm and writhe under his touch. You wanted to tell him that no, it was too much, but before you could open your mouth, he did it again, until you couldn’t keep quiet anymore, all groans and whimpers and wet noises. Until he tried to get a little further inside, and you couldn’t help wincing.

“What is it?” His voice was deep with arousal. “Does it hurt? Tell me how it feels baby,”

“No,” you said with slight hesitation.

He looked up, eyes narrowing, “I don’t want to hurt you, I want you to enjoy this.”

“I don’t know,” you said and covered your face with embarrassment. You didn’t know what to do and your inexperience was so painfully obvious. The room was chilly. His finger was not inside you anymore, and his hand had left your hip. He uncovered your face and rested a hand on your cheek.

“I’m sorry,” he told you.

“For what?”

“I don’t ever want you to do anything you are unsure of and I’m sorry if I pressured you in anyway,” he said placing a soft kiss against your forehead.

“No,” you told him, “I am sure about this, I just don’t know what to do, I feel so useless while you’re doing all the work.”

He chuckled softly. “I want to do this for you, it is a privilege to get to do this for you. To see you and experience all of you and I am so grateful you chose me.”

His poetic essence always had a way of taking your breath away, you looked up to him and saw the uneven tilt of his smile. The dimple poking out of his left cheek. His palm cupped the side of your face and brought it down for a slow, warm, laughing kiss. You were smiling, too. And kissing him back. Hugging him, arms draped around his neck, and you felt a shiver of pleasure when he pulled you tighter against his chest.

“Look,” he said inching back, “if for any reason you feel uncomfortable or want me to stop, I need you to tell me, okay?”

“Okay,” you agree touching his face. “I trust you and I want to do this with you.”

“Me too.” He sighs. “You have no idea.”

He kissed you softly and then moved to your neck and then your collarbone and then down your stomach. It wasn’t until he was pushing your legs wide open with his palms on your inner thighs and then kneeling between them that you realized what he was doing. His eyes remained on you as we was sliding down, low.

The way he parted you with his tongue, it was as though you were butter and his tongue was a hot knife. He was slow but sure, experienced, and didn’t pause when your thigh stiffened against his palm, or when you tried to squirm away. He just groaned, rich and low; then ran his nose in the skin at the juncture of your abdomen, inhaling deeply; and then he licked you once more. His eyes held your gaze, and a teasing smile painted his face.

“Josh stop,” you pleaded, and for a moment he just nuzzled his face against your folds like he had no intention of doing any such thing. Then he lifted his head, eyes glazed with lust.

“Mmm?” His lips vibrated against you.

“Maybe . . . maybe you should stop?”

He went still, his hand tightening around your thigh. “Have you changed your mind?”

“No. But we should do other things, right?”

He frowned. “You don’t like this?”

“No. Yes, I mean I do like it but I’ve never . . .” The line between his eyebrows deepened. “But I’m the one who put you up to this, so we should do things that you are into, and not stuff for me . I want you to feel good too.”

He didn’t answer you. Instead he placed the flat of his tongue against your clit, pressing just enough to make you clench and exhale in a rush. The tip was circling around your clit, which sent your hand straight to your mouth, and biting the fleshy part of your palm.

“Josh!” Your voice sounded foreign, animalistic almost. “Did you hear what I said?”

“You said to do something I’m into.” His breath was hot against you. “I am.”

“You can’t possibly want to do this,”

He squeezed your leg. “I can’t remember a moment I didn’t.” He looked spellbound between your legs, like you were the last meal on Earth.

“Wouldn’t you rather—”

“No.” He placed a nip on your inner thigh.

“I didn’t even say—”

“There isn’t anything I’d rather do,” he said glancing up at you.

“But—”

He sucked on one of your lips with a loud, wet noise, and you gasped. And then his tongue was inside you, and you moaned, half in surprise, half at the pleasure.

Yes.

“Fuck,” someone said. It wasn’t you, so it must have been Josh. “Fuck.” It felt incredible. Otherworldly. His tongue, dipping in and out, circling and lapping, and his nose against your skin, and the quiet sounds he made from deep in his chest whenever you contracted. An unfamiliar pool of warmness bottomed in your stomach.

You weren’t sure you were going to cum. Not with another person in the room touching you. “This might take a while, I’ve never… finished before,” you said apologetically, hating how thin your voice sounded.

“Fuck, yes.” His tongue swiped the entirety of you, a long, broad stroke. “Please.” You didn’t think you’d ever heard him quite this enthusiastic about anything, not even writing or his music. It kicked the whole thing a few notches higher for you, and it got worse when you noticed his arm. The one that wasn’t cupping the cheek of your ass and holding you open. He hadn’t taken himself out of his pants yet, and it didn’t seem fair, since you were all splayed open for him. But the way his arm was shifting, how his hand was moving up and down slowly, that was just unbearable. He was touching himself while he was touching you.

“Babe.” He leaned back a few centimeters and kissed the inside of your shaking thigh. Took a deep breath with his nose, as if to hold the smell of you within himself. “You can’t cum yet.” His lips brushed against your folds as his tongue dipped in again, and you squeezed your eyes shut. There was that warm burning heat blossoming in your tummy. Your fingers clawed at the sheets, grasping for an anchor, something to hold on to as this foreign feeling took over.

“Josh,” your voice was breathy and pleading.

“Don’t,” he started, “two more minutes.” He sucked on.

“I’m going to cum if you don’t stop,” you tell him threading your hands through this hair.

“One more minute then.”

“I can’t—”

“Focus, for me baby.”

In the end, it was his voice that brought you over the edge. That quiet, possessive tone, the hint of an order in the low rasp of his words, and the pleasure broke over you like an ocean wave. Your mind snapped, and was heightened. Josh was everywhere and when you had a sense of the world again, he was still licking you, except more slowly, as if not to hurt you with overstimulation. He met your eyes and continued his devouring with no purpose but to savor you, remember you, and keep your taste into his memory. “I want to go down on you until you pass out or until I do, whichever comes first.” His lips were so soft against your skin, his breath tickling you slightly.

“No.” You fisted the pillow. “you can’t.”

“Why?”

“I need to…” you began, but didn’t finish because he pushed one finger inside you. This time it sank like a rock into water, smooth and without warrant, and your walls clamped on it as if to welcome Josh and hold him inside forever.

“Jesus.” He licked your clit again, and you were too sensitive for this.

“You are,” he hooked his finger inside you, pressing against the roof of your insides, and the pleasure welled in you again, washing against your edges, “so perfect and tight and warm.”

The heat flooded within you once more, leaving you openmouthed. Bright colors of pleasure bursted behind your eyelids. You felt your walls contract around his finger as you reached your climax.

“God you’re ethereal,” he groaned and slid in another finger on the tail end of your orgasm. His mouth continued to suck and snip on your clit. Your body bloomed into something made of bright light. It left you heavy and breathless and you were not sure how long went by before you could bring yourself to bring your palm to his forehead and gently push him away to get him to stop. He shot you a grin but complied, and you tugged him up. He looked like he might start again any moment, and it would be nice, to have him next to you for a moment. Maybe he was thinking the same because he lifted himself above you, leaning his weight on his forearm. His chest pushed against your chest, one thigh lodged firmly between your legs.

“Can I fuck you?”

He said it, and then he kissed you, unconcerned with where his mouth had been just seconds earlier. You wondered if you should be put off by that, but you were still riding the high of your previous orgasm. You didn’t point out that you already gave him permission to do so. Him asking was just so Josh, him making sure you hadn’t changed your mind or that you were comfortable. Your palms came up to cup his face, and you began to trace his cheekbones with your thumbs. They were red, and hot.

“Can I fuck you?” He sucked the base of your throat, repeating himself. “Please?” He breathed it against your ear, and it wasn’t as though you could say no. Or wanted to. You nodded your permission and reached down your bodies for his cock, but he beat you to it and pulled down his pants, closing his fist around it. He was larger than you’d thought he’d be. You could still feel his heart pounding rapidly against your chest as he aligned himself to you and nudged the head against your opening and even though you were lax now, you still were not loose enough.

“Shhhh,” It didn’t quite hurt, but it was nearly too much. Definitely not easy. And yet, that sensation, the sting of stretch wasn’t enough to tell him to stop.

“What’s wrong,” he became so still over you. “Am I hurting you?”

“No,” you said. “Just go slow, please.”

He dipped down and kissed you softly on your collarbone. You adjusted your hips, and he was rubbing your clit again, making your thighs tremble, as you tried to open them wider. To invite him inside. You both were too dazed to kiss with any kind of coordination by this point, but his lips were hot and soft when they brushed against yours. Josh’s hand came up behind your knee and angled it just so, spreading your legs in a way you simply hadn’t thought of. Firmly holding you open, exposed to him.

“You’re so perfect, I’m so lucky,” he said pushing into you slowly inch by inch. His mouth was slightly opened, his brows pulled together. He was beautiful. When there was a slight pinch and tears sprung into your eyes at the sensation. Your body welcomed him and pulled at him until he bottomed out and stretching you farther than you ever imagined. You felt filled, whole.

“Are you okay,” he asked you breathing heavily. He swiped at the tears that ran down your cheeks.

“Yes, I’m okay,” you told him. You both exhaled, his with relief and yours with pleasure.You smiled up at him and he smiled back, just a little.

“You’re so beautiful laid out under me,” he kissed you softly. “I’m going to move, okay? Tell me if I need to stop.”

You nodded up at him and moved inside you, just a hint of a thrust, and it made your entire body clench around him. He groaned and moved his face to the hallow of your neck. You felt his cock twitch and pulsate inside you, like a heartbeat. Your head fell to the pillow, your eyes were clenched shut and you were moaning his name.

Then Josh pulled out all the way and pushed back in. In the span of a few seconds his thrusts went from tentative, exploratory, to slow and passionate. His hand slid to the small of your back, lifting you into him as he thrusted into you over and over again, rubbing inside you, against you, forcing pleasure to vibrate up your spine.

“Is this okay?” he asked against your ear, not quite managing to stop moving against you. “Does this feel good?”

You opened your mouth to answer and found that you couldn’t. You couldn’t utter a word past the sharp hitch of your breath, the way your fingers dug into the sheets, desperate for an anchor to hold you still. The warm pressure was building up again inside you.

“You have to tell me, if you don’t like it,” he rasped. He was eager, a little clumsy, losing control and slipping out of you, having to nudge his cock back inside. He was out of focus, but so were you, too flooded by how good he felt, how good he was making you. You were drunk on the pleasure, how smoothly he slid in and out, and how he was made for you.

“Josh,” you began with a gasp.

“Please, you have to tell me, I need to know.” He stopped with a moan, because you moved your hips slightly and clenched around him. Your entrance gripping him harder, sucking him deeper.

“It feels good.” You reached up to fist your fingers in his disheveled fucked out hair. His warm brown eyes met yours and you made sure he was paying attention. “I love it, Josh. I love you.”

He began to move against against you, slow and deep. He brought his thumb to rub circles over your clit. You threw your head back once again. You knew you weren’t going to last much longer.

“Josh, I’m going to cum, don’t stop,” you said, you sounded breathless and out of control.

“Cum for me baby, I need to feel you cum around my cock,” he began to move his thumb faster over you. It wasn’t much longer than your warmness brought you over the edge and the brightness lit up the inside of your eyes as another orgasm ripped through you. He fucked you through it and threaded his fingers with yours.

You could tell he was close. His cock twitching inside of you. “Cum inside of me,” you whispered to him, tracing the side of his face and squeezing the hand that was in yours. He made a crude noise and shuddered, pumping hard and muttering nonsense into your skin, nonsense he has told you before: how perfect you were, how beautiful, how long he’d wanted this, how he would never, could never let go of you. You felt his orgasm soar, the blinding, all-consuming pleasure as he trembled on top of you. You smiled, satisfied.

He rolled off of you and pulled you against him until your head was against his chest. He entwined your legs with his until you two all but melted into one person. You were both breathing heavy. His cheeks were red and his hair was a wild mass of curls.

“Thank you,” you whispered against his chest. You were both sticky but neither one of you moved away from the other.

“No baby, thank you,” he said and placed one last single soft kiss against your hairline. You felt warm and safe. You gave him a squeeze and you let his erratic heartbeat lull you to sleep.

[odytto]

[11.38p.m.] Wearing only his oversized tshirt and underwear, I bring a bowl of fruit for us to snack on. And what started as a simple laid-back movie night turns into something more. With his head in my lap, sharing piecesof fruit, while he looks up at me and talks. I absentmindedly listen to him while observing how godly he looks "what are you thinking about?" He asks me, but he finds the answer in my eyes before i can say it. He sits up and leans in to me, with his lips on mine, i try to convey my feelings through the kiss. I don't know if he already knows but i can spend the rest of my life like this, in his arms, giving him all the love that i have.

[riley-kore]

Hi guys. As I aim to write more this year here is a fic I’ve been working on.

To say you were pissed was the least. You had taken the last two days off work to prepare for today. You spent the day decorating the apartment and getting everything ready for his birthday and now he wasn’t answering his phone.

You and Lewis have been together for three years and you have managed to keep it private all this time. You lived in LA and Lewis spent most of the time in Europe. Both of you had very busy schedules but you always made things work. Communication had always been the most important and effective part of your relationship. You had made plans weeks ahead for Lewis to spend his birthday with you and he promised to be home on time because you told him you had plans. But here you were as his birthday came to a close sitting and crying after sending the caterers and the musicians that you hired for his private dinner.

You remember the your sister telling you dating Lewis may only cause you pain. Now here you are all dressed up wearing the dress he loves hoping that this feeling will pass.

Lewis entered the apartment hours later ready to rap his day up. When he got to the living room he saw it the Happy Birthday flower wall, the balloons, burnt out candles all over the place.

“ Shit” he mumbled. He quickly walked to the bedroom looking for you but you weren’t there. He searched the other rooms but nothing. He called your phone and a small ring came from the living room. There you were curled up in the tiniest way possible covered in a blanket. He went over and knelt in front of you. Your eyes were puffy and the tear stains were everywhere. He gently shook you.

You open your eyes and saw him. By this point you weren’t angry, you weren’t sad or disappointed; at least not with Lewis but with yourself. You looked at him got up and walked to the bathroom and started getting ready for bed. You listened while he tired to explain himself and tired to apologize. You had a quick shower and put on some underwear and a tshirt before putting your braids in your bonnet and getting into bed and going to sleep.

You woke up about and hour later, he was fast asleep. You put some shorts on and checked your phone. Sitting in your inbox was a post from your best friend. It’s a video of Lewis and while it didn’t show her face it was obvious that there was a woman sitting on his lap. You took a deep breath close it and put your earphones in. You went to the kitchen and grabbed some garbage bags and started cleaning up everything. When your alarm went off it brought you back to reality. You had disposed of everything and you were now wiping down the kitchen. You got to making breakfast. You made Lewis’s favorite. By the time you were finished he was up and standing by the table.

“ Good Morning” you said and kissed him on the cheek. “ I have a meeting at 10 but I’m free for the rest of the day so I’m thinking we can do a private screening of Avatar”

“ I’m sorry about last night” he said

“ Don’t worry about it “ you replied

“ Babe please don’t act like this get upset something” he plead.

“ Lewis I said it’s fine you’ve got nothing to worry about I’m going to have a quick shower while you work out and then imma do some work”

He watched you walk away completely shocked and confused. He was already feeling guilty knowing what he did but your reaction to last night was eating at him. This isn’t you he knew that.

In the bathroom with the door locked you were sitting on the floor with the box you removed from the closet in front of you with tears running down your face. Looking back at you was the tiny race suit and the card that said ‘Future World Champion coming July 2023’.

And all you could hope for was that the last 48 hours did not happen.