#I love sleepy painty

[jamminvroomvroom]

hi babe i’m here from the dms but. speaking of brain rot, thinking abt fwb lando again where u stay the night after and wake up in the morning expecting him to be gone already for smth work related or what not but he’s still in bed absolutely clinging to u. and then more soft sleepy morning sex 🫠🫠

play pretend.

ln x fem!reader

in which it’s time to stop pretending…

just a little blurb to say…. HAPPY BIRTHDAY @lavenderlando !! sorry i made you wait like 6 months for this lmfao i love u girl, u mean the world to me and i hope this hits the spot 💖💖 lemme know what y’all think, more 4k requests will be worked on asap (it’s exam szn ew)

songs to set the mood: denial by james marriott, real love baby by father john misty, can i call you rose? by thee sacred souls

warnings: 18+!! minors go away! smut, morning sex, friends to lovers, best friend!reader, friends with benefits type relationship, fluff, unprotected sex (don’t be silly…)

1k words

cool air casts goosebumps over your bare skin, the open window letting in the morning breeze. you tug at the grey bedsheets, dragging them higher over your frame where you lay. you eyes are cracked open, hazily taking in the sight before you.

he’s still here.

you often expect lando to be gone when you wake up. sometimes it’s because of work, sometimes it’s because you’d promised not to do this again but alcohol had then rendered the both of you irresistible to the other, and it was too awkward to have yet another jarring conversation about how you’re such good friends.

but he’s there. and he’s looking at you.

“hi.” he croaks, soft and low. you revel in his morning voice on the rare occasions you get to hear it.

“hey.” you mumble, leaning in closer to him.

he pushes the duvet up and away, inviting you into his arms, and you wriggle towards him. he’s a human heater, and you’re cold, that’s the only reason you snuggle up, tucked between his arms.

“you’re still here.” you whisper into his chest, purposefully quiet, almost as if you don’t actually want him to hear you.

“couldn’t leave you.” he mutters quietly.

you crane your head to look up at him, eyes blown wide at the admission.

“why?”

“i hate leaving after.”

the ‘after’ hangs heavy in the air between you for a second. he’s eyeing up your lips and you’re returning the gesture, sleepy eyes flitting between his and his plush lips.

this never happens. usually, the night starts with too many drinks too quickly, progresses to his hands dropping dangerously low on your waist, leads to the pair of you mentally scarring an innocent taxi driver, and ends with you underneath him. or, on top of him. and then, he’s gone.

“for the record, i hate it when you go.” you reply, and the space between you dissipates. there are so many unsaid words being traded between you, an intense charge of energy. you’re anxiously sliding your hands up his sides, itching to feel impossibly closer.

“maybe i should stop going then, hm?” two of lando’s fingers grasp your chin, tilting it up to bump his.

“yeah.” you breathe.

it’s like he’s tugged an invisible string, and you’re melting into him, his lips slotting immaculately over yours, as if they were sculpted by god to rest against yours. he tastes familiar, it’s rare you get to kiss him sober and in the light of day. you bask in it, finding the messy, loose curls tickling the back of his neck, threading your fingers through the thick, brown strands. he groans, parting his mouth just enough for you to slide your tongue over his.

“want you. now.” you gasp urgently into the space where your lips part, your body rolling hungrily against his.

“i always want you, drives me crazy.” lando grunts, grabbing a handful of your ass and pulling you even closer.

lando slots his thigh between your legs, and you search for friction, rutting against him. you’re both naked from the blurry night before so you can feel everything, each part of him so ready for you. you’re slick for him already, can feel the way it’s painting your inner thighs. you hate how easy it is to lose yourself in him.

“take me then.” you whine, your forehead collapsing against his shoulder.

lando smirks, flipping you over so that your back is to his chest, like you’re nothing. he hooks your top leg over his, sliding himself closer to where you’re aching for him.

“can’t keep pretending.” lando whispers against the shell of your ear.

he slides deep, then, filling you to the hilt. it knocks the air out of you, your back arching at the sensation of him hitting every single spot that mattered.

“then let’s not pretend anymore.” you choke out, your head rolling back against his shoulder.

“yeah, baby? wanna be all mine?” he teases, thrusting deep and slow, the slide of him shooting pleasure over your body like the slow, satisfying drip of warm honey.

“already am, all yours.” you sigh, totally and utterly content as your nerve endings pulsed with pleasure.

“good girl.” lando praises, his voice fucked out and lovestruck.

as if he’s rewarding you for your admission, the pad of his finger slips down your navel, finding your clit. you’re soaked for him, wet and warm, and he traces circles into the bundle of nerves, each touch sending you keening back into him.

“so close.” you sound like you’re begging, pleading for him to let you finish all over him.

“gotta say please.” he nips the skin of your shoulder and you squirm, toes curling.

“please, lando.” you writhe, canting your hips back against him.

“sound so pretty for me.” he coos, peppering kisses down your neck.

his fingers speed up against your folds, working you perfectly to a sweet release. everything is still blurred by sleep, your body overly sensitive from the cool air pouring in through the window and the slumber still lodged in your bones.

“cum with me.” you slur, your eyes squeezing shut. you almost turn into him, convulsing in his arms to the point where you’d be staring into his stormy eyes if you could manage to pry yours open.

“let me see those eyes.” he commands, your entire body shuddering. you blink, staring up at him, and you both fold, meeting your ends. he looks fierce, starved, completely enamoured with every single way your face moves.

your jaw hangs agape, a choked cry stifled in the back of your throat. it’s all too much, and just about enough, huge, calloused hands roaming your body as your shake, spilling all over him.

“god.” you breathe, flopping limply against him. he stays buried inside of you, his face lost to the damp skin of the crook of your neck.

“i never would of left all those mornings if i knew this is the good morning i’d get.” lando laughs, the sound deep and wholesome. you cosy yourself up even closer to him.

“not letting you leave from now on.” you murmur, smiling to yourself when you feel his lips press against the back of your head.

“you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”

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sorry this is soooo bad lmao i felt the urge to write something short n sweet xoxo

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[toppamplemousse]

may i request a fic where Pierre or Seb takes advantage of Charles? like when he's high or sleepy. there are not many somno fics.

ok FIRSTLY ... hard to articulate but while we love our fans and fic requests, we can't just like, churn stuff out, ya know? and with that being said, i did write over 1k words for this! LOL

got carried away with (as a friend so nicely put it): seb is just this lecherous late 30s dubiously moral gay….. finding this blushy giggly naïve little fem twink…. who embarrasses easily and is prone to humiliating himself….. better than his wildest dreams

so anyway. cw: somnophilia, highly dubious consent, exhibitionism (i suppose), seb making fun of charles, feminization. mild rancid vibes. oh and its chussy. idc if thats you wanted.

It was truly as though Charles had been forged right out of one of Sebastian’s wettest dreams. It took a while for him to open up properly, always so nervous and blushing and uncomfortable in front of other people, especially Sebastian’s friends. Sebastian had an inkling it was a facade, that Charles wanted them all to be looking at him, leering at him, thinking about cheating on their wives for him and living out their wildest, dirtiest fantasies. 

And it drove Sebastian wild. To have a pretty, young thing like Charles always flushed bright red, big doe eyes the essence of innocence. Sebastian’s friends always had something to say about it, too, about how Charles was too pretty, how feminine he was without trying, a little plaything to keep around and entertain and embarrass. 

Sebastian felt bad about it, at first, until he realized how much Charles liked it. 

He’d beg Seb to stop and he’d plead with shame spread so beautifully across his features, and then he’d get on his knees and let Sebastian use his pretty little mouth and then beg for more. 

Charles was insatiable; ravenous and animalistic. Sebastian could pull on his pretty hair and slap his pretty ass and fuck his pretty little cunt while pressed against the wall until Charles was blotchy and teary-eyed, hungry for more.

–

They sit in the back of a taxi that winds through the streets on the way back to Sebastian’s apartment. Charles had a fair amount to drink for his small frame, stumbling out of the bar as they left. It was cute, Sebastian’s friends all jeered at him, wolf-whistling at the way Seb had to maneuver Charles’ skirt to get him into the car, knowingly flashing them a glimpse of the lacy pair of painties underneath. 

Sebastian thinks it was one of the first times Charles had smoked, too, based on the way he coughed after his first hit. It was adorable, his pink lips spluttering and his ever-present blush spreading across his neck. Sebastian had rubbed a hand against his back, soothing, before squeezing his ass briefly, and his friends had merely laughed. 

“Is your little girlfriend alright?” They had said, and Charles retreated into the crook of Seb’s neck. Not a girl, Charles had whispered against Seb’s ear, and Seb had just laughed at him, hand resting dangerously near the top of Charles’ thigh and responded, but you are my good little girl, no? All dressed up so pretty in her little outfit? And Seb had felt the way Charles’ thighs squeezed together.

But now, Charles rests his head against the door of the taxi, eyes fluttering closed every so often. Seb’s hand rests on his thigh, stroking the soft, pale skin there. Charles looks angelic, almost, so serene in his tipsy state, unable to keep his head up properly. Sebastian slides his hands slightly further up, and watches how Charles’ breath hitches slightly, but he doesn’t move. 

He wonders how far he can go. 

When Sebastian’s hand slips under the hem of the skirt and sits in the crease of Charles’ hips and thighs, Charles fidgets briefly, his head lolling back onto the seat, and Sebastian just leaves it there for a moment. His finger just toys with the lace of Charles’ panties, slowly pushing back and forth, feeling the way the smooth silk rubs against his skin. 

Sebastian just wants a taste, the mere thought of Charles’ panties making his cock strain painfully against his jeans. His finger slips underneath, and Charles flinches, mumbling something of incoherence. Sebastian continues, sliding his hand down until he feels the hot, wet folds of Charles’ cunt, already dampening his underwear. 

“Fuck, baby.” Seb scoots slightly closer, eyes darting to the cab driver to ensure they are somewhat subtle, and moves his hand back and forth lightly along Charles’ cunt. A whimper escapes his mouth, Charles’ eyebrows furrowed slightly, but his eyes stay closed. 

It feels – Seb has to count to ten and take a deep breath. It’s so wet, sticky on his fingertips and Seb just wants to overpay the taxi driver to stay quiet and bounce Charles on his cock then and there. He moves his hand, rubbing it over the sensitive bump of Charles’ clit and watches how his whole body twitches in response. Charles is always so sensitive, every delicate touch causing him to moan and shudder, and it’s no different now. 

Sebastian stifles a moan, lip catching between his teeth, and as he goes to press a finger into Charles, the taxi driver announces that they have reached their destination. Seb immediately yanks his hand away, hands the cash over to the driver, and helps Charles get out of the car. It’s cute – like a baby giraffe, or something – the way he can barely walk on his two legs, murmuring into Sebastian’s neck as he walks them into his apartment. 

They finally get to the apartment, Charles has a glass of water and can at least open his eyes, and Sebastian pushes him onto the bed, letting the skirt fall open above his panties, jerks himself off hot and fast into his fist, and comes all over Charles’ stomach and cunt.

–

Sebastian knows Charles is young, much younger than himself. And Charles is so small. Seb’s shorter, only by a little, but Charles is just…small. He has a little waist and dainty fingers and slender legs, and all to say, he just never manages to hold his alcohol. The lightest of lightweights Sebastian has ever met. 

It’s cute, in the same way a child misspelling a word might be cute. Always so bright-eyed and eager to hang out with Sebastian and his friends, to keep pace with them, until he’s wobbly in the knees and bumping into tables as he walks. A permanent stain of red on his cheeks. 

So it’s a surprise to no one, that Charles has curled up, snoring lightly on the couch half way through the night. His legs are tucked into himself, leaning against the armrest with his face curled into his arms. Seb had been rubbing soothing circles into Charles’ back when they sat down, knowing that there was no way Charles could stay awake. It doesn’t matter what music is playing, or how much raucous laughter echoes throughout the apartment – a few glasses of wine, and Charles can stay sleeping. 

Sebastian’s hand now just rests on the small of Charles’ back as he talks to Mark on his left. He is playing with the waistband of Charles’ skirt, a little pleated thing he wore with a sweater for the party. It suits him quite well, the paler skin of Charles’ thighs just peeking out from the hem. Sebastian’s not really paying attention to what Mark is saying, too focused on the curve of Charles’ hips, his soft breathing pattern, the eyelashes fanning his cheeks. 

Slowly, he slides his hand down Charles’ ass, squeezing slightly as he goes. Everything about Charles is so pliant, so willing. Under the hem of the skirt, Charles’ ass is covered by a set of panties – nothing too crazy, just a thong of sorts. He had been nervous, earlier, to wear it, but Sebastian assured him it was okay. And now, when Sebastian lightly kneads at the meat of Charles’ ass, he can feel the material under his fingertips. 

Mark has long stopped talking to Sebastian, focused on something else. Sebastian just can’t draw his eyes away from Charles’ beautiful sleeping figure. The soft press of his skin under Sebastian’s thumb feels electric. And if he were to just…move so slightly, if he were to just push the lace of the thong to the side, he could slide one of his fingers into Charles’ hot, wet cunt. 

Fuck. It’s always better than he remembers. No one else can really see, although Sebastian is long past the point of caring too much, and Sebastian just leaves his finger there, remaining still against Charles’ walls. It’s like a lesson in self-restraint, a cruel test, where all he really wants to do is climb right between Charles’ toned legs and dive right in with his tongue. Feel the way Charles would shiver and convulse under his mouth. 

He resumes talking to Mark, not even a flinch from Charles during any of this, and just as the one finger becomes comfortable, he slides another in next to it. It’s so tight, and he wriggles his fingers just slightly to make some room. Charles twitches in his sleep, but his face remains calm, a perfect little picture of serenity, and Sebastian turns away. 

The party ends eventually, Charles sleeping through the last few hours, and Seb with two fingers inside Charles for the final hour. His friends leave, Seb washes his hands before saying goodbye, and then he gently wakes Charles up. 

[spikesbimbo]

HELP!!! virgin aone being so scared to touch you because he's been told he's so big, rough and tough his whole life 🥺🥺

-.._.-''-.εїз cute shy baby virgin!aone, titty grabbing, fingering

shy virgin! aone who turns red at anything more than a peck on the cheek. Taking it slow with him, insisting that he takes care of you first after you asked to give him a handy, almost saying yes to your pleading puppy dogs eyes. But with his little sheer remaining will power he said no, instilled in him since day one, ladies first.

Having to guide his hands all around your body, starting with your sides. Trailing up the sweater you had on as your hands rested on top of his, completely drawfing them. Using all your mental strength to control yourself from the feeling of his rough calloused fingertips inching further and further up your waist, remembering that you were the one taking the lead and instructing him on what to do.

His body freezing when his fingertips hit your bra, nervously turning his gaze to the floor as your body grew hotter as his adorable reaction. Hesitating for a second to let him catch his breath before grabbing the base of his palm as you lead it up to your chest, squeezing your hand around his, fully encompassing you tit.

Hearing his voice crack as he let in a breath, seeing his gaze was still beneath him, as you took it into your own hands to relax him. Your free hand coming up to his jaw, turning it easily upward as he didnt resist and stroking it lightly, knowing that, that was the way you would always put him to sleep.

A silent gaze as your eyes meet his, his intense stare was nothing as you had him completely lost in your own little world. Neither of you breaking eye contact as your thumb traced his bottom lip. His eyes fluttering, doing there best to stay open as his blush grew to his ears. Pride growing deep in your chest that you were the only one to see him this vulnerable, to see him looking like a lost puppy waiting for a treat, to have him at your complete will.

His pupils wide with unsure lust as your hand started closing around his, seeing every movement asn his face ever so slightly contort as you made him grope your tit again. His warm hand was getting hotter and hotter as he grew more confident, staying put even when you let your hand drop. Repeatedly peering down to your breasts before quickly going back up to you again.

“You can take it off.” Your voice soothed out, a hint of mischief lingering in your tone. Eyes batting up at his as you could see the gears turning in his head.

“I- , uh.”

Letting out a little laugh that you couldn't constrain while he couldn't form a sentence, seeing that he never would if you didn't help your poor baby boy out.

“...s’fine. I can do it this time, and you can next time.”

Chuckling as you let out a wink, seeing his eyes widening and quickly scrunching up. His cheeks turning redder, almost cooing at how cute he was, always making your heartbeat a little too fast.

“You gotta take your hand off sweetheart.” Your sheepish, sly grin breaking free as he almost instantly removed his hand, placing them both in his lap looking like a child getting scolded. Your fingers working their way behind your back as you leaned into his shoulder, lips touching his neck while his arms instinctively supported you, letting out a giggle into his ear.

Remembering what you said last time he got this far,“...Or I can't take it off.”

the words playing in his head ever since that day.

Letting your bra drop to the floor as seductively as you could. Seeing his eyes ogle you, you suddenly feeling shy too.

“T-, they're pretty.”

“Pretty?”

His head quickly nodded as he never wanted you to think he was joking about how much you loved you and your body.

Taking your chance to sit down on his big thighs, straddling his lap as you still gave him a full view, lips meeting his ears once again. “You know what else is pretty.”

Not even getting the chance to respond before your legs spread, shirt hiked up enough, middle and ring finger covering your clothed cunt. Turning his vision slowly down, not wanting to have a heart attack as he knew what laid before him.

But that still wasn't enough, mouth hanging slack as he saw how wet you were. White panties blending in with your skin as he could see the slick leaking through them. Did he get you like this? Fuck, he knew you could tell how hard he was, knowing you were playing dumb trying to be a good girl a listen to him.

But he couldn't even fist his cock without the thought of you running though his mind, you really had him daydreaming about you like you were the only thing to ever exist. Just wanting a taste of you but he knew he couldn't control himself just yet, scared that he'd break your body if you let him.

“Wanna touch there too?” Your voice breaking him out of his trance. A hint of anticipation echoing through your voice.

“I-, if you'd let me.”

“Of course.” Locking eyes with him as your lips pouted out, squishing your tits against his while you wrapped your arms around his neck. “You know I'd let you do whatever with me.”

Him almost knocking off his lap as he hastily adjusted himself, his arm catching you before you could even stumble. Reminding you of when you two first met, walking down the sidewalk looking down at your phone while he was walking home, sleepy eyes barely open as he ran into you. Quickly apologizing as you just stared at him, instantly falling for him, saying he could make it up by buying you some tea.

Knocking you off your feet just to save you, what a man.

“How about this is the ‘next time’, you gotta take them off now.”

Looking head first into your cunt as you stood before him. Accepting his fate as he marveled at it a few moments before deciding on how to drag your paintes down. His rough fingers playing with the hem of your waistband as he hesitated.

“Baby, I-. Fuck…. Love, I don't think I can't control myself if I even catch a glimpse of it.”

Trying your best not to laugh as his hands rested on your thighs for now, “Well, you don't gotta take them off, do you?”

“Yeah, fuck. I can do that.”

His hand moving back up to your disgustingly soaked panties, inching there was up your thigh until he felt your slick running down them. Hearing a soft little whimper escape your soft lips, that giving him enough courage to actually, finally take care of you.

Sliding his hand down your painties, feeling your body shake the moment his middle finger hit your clit, the movement coming innate to him as he circled you nub as gently as he could. Vision locked on you, wanting to ingrain the most pretty sight he's ever seen in his mind.

Your wetness almost oozing out of you at this and you knew he could tell, his finger catching it each time. Hearing your pretty little moans and whines for him to keep going made the pain in his wrist disappear, feeling gutsy enough to take it further.

Sliding his middle finger down enough until it reached your hole, curling the tip in. Your hips rocking into it as he took the hint, sliding it in slowly enough, feeling your tight walls contract around him. Barely even fitting his finger in there, deep down wondering how you were gonna even take him.

Starting a pace as you looked blissfully fuckd out, proud that he got you like this. Feeling so overwhelmed as your body collapsed onto his, laying limp in his hold as he paused for a second, worried that he took it too far.

“You alright?”

It was your turn to be the mess, nodding quickly, embarrassed that if you even tried to talk it would come out in a pathetic moan. Wondering how you got a man like him, so perfect, always doting on you like you were a piece of glass, like you were a ‘princess’ in his words.

“M-, ah!, m’gonna cum, don't stop.”

Feeling his cock grow harder at your pleas, thankful he wasn't inside you right now or he would've cum embarrassingly fast. “Shh, s’okay. Got it, i got it.” Trying to calm himself down also.

“Nobu!, cant, i-, ngh. Please.”

Fate had it that all you had to do was ask like a good girl and he'd give you wanted, immediately cumming, making a mess all over the place as you egged you on cooing in your ear, getting your wetness all over his thighs as your thighs were shaking, thankful for his grip on you.

“That feel good? He asked, staching the back of his neck, his awkwardness shining though once again.

“Yes it felt good!” Almost in awe that he would question himself after getting you so worked up. But before you rested you could tell that he was in need of some help too, hand tracing up his thigh while his head snapped up at your touch.

“So… When are you gonna let me take care of you?”

[fweasleyswhore]

Kinkmas Day 4

Size Kink and Breath Play George Weasley - Party Time

requested by: @smexy-bucky-waifu ​

tags: @fredshmeasley

a/n: a lil short, its just porn no plot, what plot i dont see a plot, oh right bc there is none 

word count: 1.2k

warnings: 18+ themes, unprotected sex, choking, breath play, size kink, fingering (fem recieving) 

“Come upstairs with me.” George whispered in my ear sending shivers down my spine. His voice was husky and I felt him stand back up, his front pressing against my back. I looked up behind me, straining my head to see him. He was much taller than I am, my head ended around his collar bones. His hands compared to mine were astonishingly big, his everything compared to me was astonishingly big and I loved every part of it. 

I looked out across the sea of people in the common room, the party was still fresh and lively, no one would notice if we left. I turned, pressing my front against his and looking at him through my lashes. 

“Let’s go.” I whispered in my best sultry voice I could muster. He grinned widely down at me, grabbing my hand in his, he pulled me upstairs. “Eager much?” I teased. 

He turned, still bounding up the boy dormitory stairs. “You're excited too.” He shot back. Which was true, I felt my cheeks heat up, as I ran behind him. Putting my focus on his hand in mine, I admired the veins that poked out of his freckled skin. A shiver tore through me as I imagined his hands wrapping around my neck. 

He opened his dorm door, and pushed me against it. I caught my breath as he muttered a quick locking charm. Slamming his lips onto mine I involuntarily moaned at the contact. I felt him smirk against my lips as he quickened the pace. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he guided me over to his bed, throwing me down on it. I quickly take off my dress shirt and bra, when I reach for my skirt he grabs my wrist. 

“Leave it on, you look cute.” I smiled, grabbing his hand and bringing it up to my mouth where I dipped two of his fingers into my mouth. His long slender fingers almost hitting the back of my throat in the process. I swirled my tongue around his digits, hollowing out my cheeks and sucking lightly. Looking at him through my lashes I saw as his eyes glossed over, darkened by lust and need. “You’re going to be the death of me aren’t you?” He asked. 

I pulled out his fingers, a light pop resonated in the room. “Only if you let me.” 

He pulled his hand out of my grasp, grabbing my neck roughly and pulling me to meet his face. “I’d like that dear, but right now I want to ruin you.” I nodded eagerly, wanting nothing more than to give in to the pool of arousal in my stomach. With the same hand on my neck he pushed me back on the bed, letting go to pull my hips toward him. He trailed his hand around the waistband of my painties before abruptly pulling them down. I gasped when the cold air hit my dripping sex. “So pretty.” He hummed praise. 

I felt heat spread to my face at the complement. He took his index and middle finger, spreading my wetness up and down my folds, lavishing around my clit. I arched at the contact and I could feel the smug smirk on his face as I did. He took the same two fingers and inserted them into me slowly. The slight stretch felt impeccable, especially when he picked up a pace, crooking his fingers to massage my gspot. 

“Keep going, like that.” I breathed. My hands flew up to squeeze my breasts out of instinct, rolling my nipples in and out of my fingers.

“Like this?” He asked, feigning ignorance as he pushed his fingers into me harder than before. I let out a languid moan in response, nodding rapidly. “I think my cock could do a better job.” He said resting his head on my thigh. 

Picking up my head, I arched an eyebrow. “Prove it.” My confident facade was easy to see through with my heaving chest and squeaks I let out intermittently. 

“Of course darling.” Pulling out his fingers he finished undressing, leaving himself completely bare between my legs. He grabbed my thighs, running his big hands up and down them leaving goosebumps behind. He lined up with me, looking back up into my eyes to ask the silent question. I nodded, affirming this is what I wanted. He smirked and slid into me. 

The feeling was intense. His big length stretched me out, causing a slight burn that felt amazing when he bottomed out, hitting my gspot and rutting against me. I never felt so full. He pulled out slowly, then snapped back in faster than I could have anticipated. The motion knocked the wind from my lungs, reminding me how much better this felt with his hand around my neck. 

I let one of my hands wander to grab his, pulling it up to my neck I met his eye, trying to maintain eye contact long enough to give him a pleading look. 

“My girl wants to be choked?” He asked teasingly. He knew what I wanted, he knew how much I loved it and I knew how much he loved to see me fall apart. 

“P-Please.” That was all it took for his large hand to wrap around my throat, in a V shape he cut off the blood flow to my head just enough for me to feel dizzy while applying enough pressure to successfully cut off my air flow. The feeling made my eyes roll back into my head. He continued his devilish movements below as well. Pounding into me he released his hand for a moment so I could take a sharp intake of breath. Resuming his hands potion he used his other hand to lift my leg and position it around his shoulder. 

The new angle felt heavenly. I was shaking, my eyes were shut and all I could hear was static. My orgasm washed over me. I was a blubbering mess reduced to whines, pants, and weak mentions of George’s name. My walls were tightening around his length and I felt his hips stutter but he continued his pace working me through and eventually reaching his own high as well. My lungs burned in a wonderful way, every end of my limbs pulsed and I felt ecstatic. Watching him tower over me, while his hand was wrapped around my throat felt was enough to have me going for the next couple of days. How he completely shadowed me, dominated me, it made the air from lungs escape with out any help from his hands or cock. 

He pulled out with a groan, taking the hand from my neck to work up and down his shaft, thumbing the tip he sent himself over the edge. He came in hot spurts, letting out a low moan all the while until my pussy was blanketed with his cum. 

“You look so beautiful.” He whispered, a sheen of sweat covered his brow, his hair was slightly matted against it. I leaned up, brushing it away, kissing his chest. 

“So do you.” He pulled his boxers on, grabbing a rag from his bedside drawer and cleaned me up. I pulled his dress shirt on and crawled into his sheets. 

“You know Fred is going to kill me if he sees your panties on his bed.” He laughed picking up the various items of clothing that were strewn around the room. 

“Then pick them up,” I replied with a sleepy smile. “You threw them over there.”

[neatotothethirddegree]

(i present to youuuuuu: more Painty fanfics!!! This time superhero/villain au!!!!)

"MX. PAINTBRUSH!!" "A-" Paintbrush fell out of their chair, cause snickers from around the room.

"Hush everyone. Paintbrush, are you okay?" The professor walked over to Paintbrush and helped them up. "You're my best student, this behavior is... odd." they professor gave Paintbrush a concerned look.

"Uh, yeah, its fine! Just been... Busy. Got getting has much sleep as i usually do, haha!" Well... That was completly a lie. Paintbrush had been busy with... Superhero things. How were they supposed to explain to their teacher that they're a superhero that also goes to art school and has a part-time job as a assistant librarian?!?! Too much of a rish, for sure.

"...are you sure? Im genuinely worried."

"...im burnt out, okay! Im really overworked right and... Need a break." They rubbed their eyes, and looked like they were gonna pass out.

"Oh god- here, ill walk you to your dorm, and for the love of god, GET. SOME. SLEEP." The professor grabbed Paintbrush's hand and walked out with them, causing uproar from the class.

-MPW (ack- i dont like this one :()

OOOOOH SLEEPY I LIKE THIS

Idk how old the characters are in this au??????????

[dearbubby]

16/4/2019, 2

hello baba.

i’m writing twice today, because some things happened - nothing major but i wanted to tell you about my day. and also, i think i’m going to start posting things here that i want you to see in the future. picture reminders of us, ticket pics, cute cows. you know. maybe. like a digital time capsule. that’s quite sweet. like an ongoing testament to our love, may it be lengthy and pure. 

today i painted a room. i’ve never done that before. they made fun of me for it - ‘haven’t you ever painted a room before?’ - well, i haven’t! i wonder if it’s an unusual situation, to be 24 and to never have been tom sawyered. we were almost tom sawyered once, but it ended up being lazy. i don’t think anyone i know has really painted a room before. well, now i have! or, what i can reach of it. i need a taller ladder, and it’s a tiring job. but it is something. i also heard about my job at the hospital tomorrow, and with the arts centre. the hospital will hopefully be recurring. i would really love it if it were. i think it is meant to be.

i feel strangely anxious. i came home and showered off the paint and am lain in bed talking to you. i also did some work - for the business, for an internship i wish i had the nerve to say i’m just too busy to bother with. i told him that i am struggling with gleaning results. maybe i’m just bad at marketing, but i don’t really feel like this company is focused on the right things by wanting a social media campaign. translation isn’t sexy. that’s not what it’s for.

i still have some paint on my hands. it’s stubborn. i’m sleepy. but i shouldn’t sleep at 7:30pm. i am going to dance tonight for the first time in a while. i’m not really being very social today and tomorrow, unusually for me - normally tuesday is indeed a hobby evening. tomorrow i thought i was going to an open mic with a friend, but i have a ticket now and i’m going alone. i hope it’s fun. i hope i might make a friend? maybe someone will think my song is good. it’s mostly going to be writing and poetry i think.

something else happened quietly. i applied to be on the bill for a show next thursday. just me. i don’t know that i will get it. i might not, and that would be okay. but i think i could be ready for it if it happened. i want to do that more. i hope i can be okay with whatever comes of it.

i hope you’re okay. i feel like i haven’t texted you much today. i haven’t, my hands have been painty. for dinner i ate tortellini, five scotch eggs, strawberries, and a twix. i’m full.

all my love,

ishani