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[phonecompanion]

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[alucohc]

i want whatever furniture retailers are huffing that they think 500 whole american dollars is a reasonable price for an underengineered hunk of plastic

[buckyalpine]

I want more mob bucky teaching a shy bambi to touch him cause she’s scared and hesitant and his sweet little princess has never touched a man before, not until she met him. (Disclaimer: all consenting adults here, reader is naïve and inexperienced but absolutely wants him just as bad)

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“Are you sure?”

“Of course Bambi” Bucky purred, keeping you in his lap while sitting in his office chair. “You’re not doing anything wrong”

“But-

Your eyes flicked to his thick erection, the bulge in his pants making your stomach flip. You’d never admit out loud how many times you’d secretly glanced over, heat pooling between your legs whenever you’d catch a glimpse of his length pressing painfully hard against his pants.

You instinctively pressed your thighs together, biting back a whimper, struggling to ignore the pulse you felt between your now very soaked folds. Your parents told you over and over again that was a no no area. No one was ever to touch you there ad you definitely were not to touch someone’s private’s.

“I was told I’m not allowed” you shyly whispered, blinking innocently.

“Not allowed to what” Bucky smirked, knowing what you were talking about but he loved to make you squirm, “what are you now allowed to do baby”

“Touch-touch you there” you stuttered out, avoiding his darkened gaze.

“Awww princess, but daddy gave you permission, remember?” His nose nudges against your cheek, “I told you you’re allowed to touch me right here baby”

He guides your hand down to his clothed cock, letting you feel how hard he is for you. He presses your shaky palm against his length, holding it there while your fingers twitch with uncertainty. What if you did something that hurt him accidentally? Bucky could see the wheels in your head turning, tilting your face to kiss your lips.

“You won’t hurt me Bambi” he cooed, working at his belt buckle, letting it hit the floor before pulling his cock out. He was so thick and leaky, his silky pink tip wet with his arousal.

“But daddyy” you whined, worried you’d do something wrong, too nervous to touch him there. “That’s- we’re not allowed to touch that place, it’s your p-

“I’ll teach you, Y’know it feels good when you touch me there, C’mon, daddy’s cock is so hard baby, stroke it better, it’ll make me feel good” He’d told you countless times he’d love when you play with his cock and no one else but you is allowed to anyway. Only his Bambi can see and touch him there. You let him wrap your hand around this throbbing length as he guides your hand up and down while keeping you on his meaty thighs, the warm skin of his cock pulsing with each stroke.

“Fuck bambi” Bucky moaned, his head hitting the head of the chair, thrusting his hips up while he helped you jerk his cock, loving the way your eyes were fixated on his length, experimentally gripping him harder, "That’s it babygirl, stroke it nice and hard”

You whimpered at his words, the combination of his heavy breaths and raspy moans making that spot between your legs throb. Which didn’t go unnoticed by him the slightest. He let go of your hand letting you take over for a bit before moving you off his lap to stand between his legs.

“Daddy?- before you could finish, he hushed you, lifting you with ease to sit on his table in front of him. “Daddy, what are you-

“Shhh baby. Why are you all squirmy, hm? Are you all wet now Bambi?”

You whined in response, torn between wishing he’d do something and feeling conflicted over if this was okay. Bucky kissed up your thigh, sensing your hesitation.

“You’re not doing anything wrong baby, let me see princess” he moved you to lie down on his table while he spread your thighs apart, pulling up the dress of your skirt to reveal your cotton panties. “You’re such a good girl” he whispered, rubbing the soaked material up and down the middle of your clothed cunt.

“You made a mess in your panties baby” Bucky smirked, pushing them aside, the sight of your soaked folds too much for him to bother with restraint. He needed your pussy fully exposed to him, pulling them down your legs and shoving your thighs apart. "Look at that Bambi, my poor baby is soaking"

You pouted at him while he groaned at your sweet scent, leaning down to part your folds, pressing a soft kiss right onto your clit making you gasp. His warm lips were soft on your most sensitive parts, the sensation addicting as he kissed you there again. "Your little button is so precious baby, are you gonna let daddy play with you there?"

"P-please" you nodded, choking on your words when he sealed his lips around your bud, suckling with just enough pressure to make your back arch off the table.

He's actually such a menace though. Cause imagine he gets you to touch his cock whenever he wants. Doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing. He'll push his hips forward letting you know how hard he is for you, pulling it out and helping you stroke him till he's cumming all over your hand. You're always so shy about it and he gets off on the way you try so hard to not stare even though your mouth is watering.

He plays with your clit like its his own personal toy. Whenever you're in his lap, he's sneaking his hand into your panties, rubbing lazy circles around your silky skin. Sometimes its not even fast enough to make you cum. He just loves the moans you make when he's touching you somewhere no one else is allowed to, rubbing your most intimate parts like he owns you.

Imagine the day he lets you to put your mouth on him. His precious Bambi scared to suck cock but he's there to help her, parting her little pouty lips to slip his swollen tip till it hits her throat.

Don't even get me started on the day you first have sex. How much he's gonna coddle you in bed, reassuring you theres nothing dirty about the fact that his dick is stretching your cunt apart, all while playing with your clit making you squeal. Theres nothing filthy about how much cum he's going to flood you with. Nothing debauched about the way his heavy balls hit her ass or about the way it all feels so good, he's gonna fill you up again.

"D-daddy, are you sure?"

"Very sure Bambi, you're still my good girl"

After all how can something that feels this good be wrong?

[anantaru]

synopsis. you're in a changing room trying on lingerie while rich boy aventurine admires you <3 dry humping n getting spoiled

cw. ⪩⪨ [ex]plicit, rich boy au, rich boy aventurine, reader wears lingerie, fingering & dry humping, fem! reader

somewhere amongst the fancy to love and favor you, rich boy aventurine has a habit of spoiling you without hindrance— at bottom, in the glow of his eyes, he views life as nonsense without a substance much deeper than that of materialistic possessions, all the more reason as to why you were the most valuable to the blonde.

rich boy aventurine walks you through the countless stores that were flashing the most luxurious brands— expensive bags and purses, or what about an avant-garde necklace for it to fit the other accessories? you hum, teeth sinking into your glossed lip as aventurine urges you to make him purchase it all.

your mind falls down into an emotion you could never get tired of, "this one? yeah?" aventurine says with a nasty grin, almost like he needed you to tell him again, this time a little harder, a little more sensual. his body language was becoming more excited, agitated in a way where he was struggling to hold himself back.

rich boy aventurine watches the shop workers help you get all glammed up for him, so eye-catching and entrancing until his mouth waters at the luring sight once you let him step closer, his observant gaze noting how the lingerie digs and moves in keeping with your skin.

"fuck..." his voice was much the same as gravel, saturated within a mirage of intense cadences dipped in swelling lust as he admires you, shortly after reaching one palm towards his groin to adjust himself a little.

the fancy material of your lingerie hugs up on your body as it was crafted for you, your skin glowing as you're beautifully showing off the exclusive garments that must've been used to create it, fitting you like it's only made for you to wear, for you to enjoy and aventurine to look at, the crystal-glazed necklace on your neck too, leaving nothing concealed.

rich boy aventurine cannot take his eyes off you, seeing you like this formed a thrilling mist of coveting desire inside of the small changing room, blanketing both of your bodies inside a warm conceal.

and how deeply he yearned to get a taste of you, endlessly worship your skin with his strong arms and frame your figure with them tight. aventurine believes you're so graceful when you let him spoil you in such striking manner.

like a dangerous drug, he would describe the excitement he felt whenever he was visiting multiple lavish stores to buy you exorbitant garments, barely holding himself back at the thought of ripping them off your skin later.

the dressing room was too tiny to fit two people, but the both of you made it work somehow— always, with cold glass you're being pressed at, the attention on your plushy ass growing stronger as you feel his agitated erection grind into you. he practically salivates at how he can see the reflection of you two in the mirror when he presses and fucks you through his clothes, two calloused hands holding you in place while you're sneakily brushing your fleshy ass back into his groin.

"baby, oh baby... can't wait to rip that off you…" aventurine lets out a pathetic, little whine followed by a deep rumble emitting from his throat— slowly adding a leisurely tempo to his pace as he humps his clothed sex into your ass before his tongue lewdly licks across the back of your neck.

rich boy aventurine won't stop until he's felt you up everywhere, entirely, he glissades one hand from your breasts to your stomach until settling on your clothed pussy, the small twine of fabric snuggled up between your wet folds was sitting perfectly, which gave him an optimal way to rub your cunt in erratic circles, his adams apple bobbing before he whispers your his name at his fingers gathering your slick.

your head slants back at the new, satisfying impact of two rough digits mounting over your squelching pussy— a marvel of bliss spiking your blood the moment he'd alternate between stimulating your warm cunt, lapping his tongue up and down your neck while humping his thick, clothed member into your plush ass.

it's so crowded in that small changing room, you fear aventurine might rip your new lingerie apart if he's continuing with this— how much you hope he does, it's always a pleasure when he fucks the literal clothes off you, not to mention how pretty he looks with his shirt sticking to his chest, exposing his defined abs.

most deliciously, you were certain that there must be a couple shop workers noticing the deafening noises coming from your area— what else was there to do for them other than listening to what filthy scenes were happening? while only wishing it was them instead.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify, claim as your own

[vilnmelling]

NPMD Digital Ticket details!

Since not every can/can afford to/wants to buy the Digital Ticket for Nerdy Prudes Must Die (and the bonus material that comes with the purchase), for your inclusion purposes, here's a list of fun background details, funny moments and comments made in the track commentary, for you to use however you like!

Ruth doesn't actually need to wear her headgear anymore, but she wears it anyway because it makes her feel safe.

Jeff pitched a Nightmare Time episode about the problematic puppy from Steph's verse of High School Is Killing Me, meaning there is a story there.

In the line, "I learned that at the anti bullying assembly last month, fucknugget!" there's a long pause before "Fucknugget!" which really makes it sound like Max forgot to insult Richie and just threw the word out.

All of the little noises Ruth makes, she makes because she has more she wants to say, but she can't say them (presumably due to anxiety).

In the proshot, you can't see fully how low Richie goes while he and Ruth sneak up on Peter, but Jon is fully crouched down. He then uses Pete's pockets and elbows to climb up like he's climbing a mountain (he mimes using a pick or axe to get good hold).

While Steph is talking, Ruth and Richie try their best to hear through the phone by getting as close as they can to it.

The reason Max and Jason were in the Pasqualli's parking lot is that they were practicing their skateboarding. They do that at Pasqualli's instead of at school/at a skatepark because they don't want the smoke club and skater kids to make them look like noobs. (This was a cut bit from the Pasqualli's scene).

The line, "Some big... dumb... sexy... football star" is expanded. In the Digital Ticket, Grace says, "Some big... dumb... sexy... sweaty... hot... well-spoken... beautifully tall football star."

When they're in the boys bathroom, Steph jumps to see over the stalls.

Richie Naruto runs when they're going to Waylon Hall. Pete slaps his hands down, but after they pause to look at the house, Richie looks over his shoulders at Pete a couple of times before darting away from him, once again Naruto running.

Richie stops in the door at the Waylon Place, so Pete pushes him inside.

Ruth and Richie speak at the same time when they say, "I'm allergic to deodorant" and "I have overactive sweat glands."

Ruth goes straight to Richie to complain after the "pus in my pits" exchange with Steph.

When Steph suggests saying there's a party at the Waylon Place, Pete, Ruth and Richie all react negatively (mostly nervously groaning).

While Grace sings the "He's just a nerd in disguise!" line, Richie can be seen practicing the first move of the Bully the Bully dance.

After Ruth says, "We're gonna cut off his nips!" you can see Steph look confused and ask, "What?"

While Pete and Richie talk in the Waylon Place ("Am I reading as ghost or Lin Manuel Miranda" & "She came all the way out here just for you."), Ruth and Steph discuss and practice Ruth's skeleton moves.

Richie gets stuck in the dangling parts of Pete's costume when he says, "You could just hit it and quit it, bro!" He then aggressively detangles himself.

The line "He's just really fucking brave!" comes from Richie being jealous that he's not that brave.

Richie hypes Ruth up a bit after Max says her skeleton bit was really special.

Grace hides behind Ruth while Max is dying.

Richie rolls his eyes when Grace says "It was an act of god!" (Similarly, Shapiro sighs and looks away in disbelief when Grace later says "It was god's plan!")

Pete gags when Grace says "Hack all his limbs off." Richie can also be seen gagging and holding his stomach several times.

Ruth hands Max's nipples over to Grace after cutting them off.

Jeff Blim is the principal of Hatchetfield High. Not a character of Jeff's, just Jeff himself.

Brenda still seems quite judgmental after the two weeks have passed. She makes a lot of not-quite-friendly faces when the football team's talking about Richie smelling bad.

When Richie struggles to remove the Zeke the Fightin' Nighthawk costume, he accidentally removes his jacket as well, leading to Jon having to put it back on (which he also struggles with) (and which creates a funny situation, since Richie was supposed to go shower).

Richie seems to have hurt his leg by the second fall in Nerdy Prudes Must Die (the song).

After Steph tells Grace to "Leave Ruth alone!" in the principal's office, Ruth tries to grab Steph's hand.

The wig Joey wears when he plays Dan Reynolds isn't Dan's real hair. Dan Reynolds wears a toupée.

Trevor and Angela's drama student encourage each other after they finish rehearsing.

Additional line when Grace is lying to Shapiro: "Suddenly, I remembered a crucial detail that made everything make sense. A picture came flashing into my mind, like I was Enola Holmes!"

"My dad sells women shoe! Shoes!"

Angela misses the chair at Beanie's and falls on her ass, leading to her, Joey and Mariah (mostly Mariah) breaking character.

During The Summoning, Tinky focuses ONLY on Pete. The entire time, he looks like he's restricting himself from lunging out and attacking him. At one point, he points at the Bastard's Box while staring at Pete.

90% of the time during The Summoning, Pokey's staring at his own mask.

Steph facepalms after Max says "That's nasty! ... I like it!"

[inklore]

COLIN BRIDGERTON IS A BOOB GUY.

He is the epitome of a boob guy, and he doesn’t even try to hide it either. Doesn’t stop himself from constantly needing a hand up your shirt to cup one of your boobs while the two of you cuddle or sleep. Doesn’t try to make excuses as to why he loves you wearing low cut tops. Loves the way your boobs spill out of a tight dress, or if a top is cut low enough, how the display of the skin between them makes his eyes constantly travel the expanse of said skin. 

The skin his mouth has been on a dozen times. The skin that his tongue has left a wet trail along on his way to one of your nipples. 

And when he can see those same nipples poke out against the fabric of your shirt, his jaw aches. 

His tongue runs along his dry lips, reaching for a drink to quench his dry mouth. To distract himself from leaning over and wetting the material of your top as his lips wrap around your clothed nipple—his teeth biting the sensitive peak until your chest is withering beneath him. 

You never knew how sensitive one’s chest could be. How a brush of a thumb against your hardened nipple could have you mewling. How the touch of a palm squeezing your breast could feel fucking amazing. 

Colin undeniably proving those things to you. 

Showing you just how sinful and torturous one’s mouth can be when it’s worshiping someone’s chest. When hands, tongue, and teeth have you soaking through your underwear, your pussy throbbing as if you’ve already come multiple times just from how good it feels. 

Spent.

And he’s barely touched you where you need him to. 

You’d think such acts would stay in the bedroom. Not leak their way out and have him acting up in public. 

But Colin Bridgerton is not a subtle man. 

And you look too damn good for him to not act up. 

To not stare longer than is appropriate when you’re in public. To not chew on his bottom lip when you bend over, reach for something that makes your boobs press together, brush your chest against his when you pass him to get to the other side of the room. 

Or if he’s feeling even more devious and wanting, his thumb rubbing small, slow circles against the fabric of your top. Right where your nipple grows hard. Right in the middle of a group of people, where it looks to them, a husband or lover is embracing his beloved. Shielding her from someone passing. Telling her a secret. About to lean in for a kiss. 

Definitely not making her swallow down the small gasps that cave in her lungs from the feel he is copping. 

From the breath at the shell of her ear when he whispers, “let’s go home.” 

Home. 

Where he strips you down and worships your body like he’s studying it to have it carved into stone. Studying it like he’ll never get to touch it again. Like this might be his last day on earth, and by god, he’s going to take his time, going to touch, kiss, lick, and bite every part of you he knows will illicit the filthiest of noises. The sweetest of moans. The heaviest of breaths. 

Both of his hands holding a handful of your breasts, a thumb and forefinger playing with one nipple while his mouth sucks and nips at the other. 

The more he does so, the more sensitive you become. The more you beg him to touch your pussy. To fuck you. To stop moving the underside of his cock against your wetness while he marks up your chest—devours, claims, moans against the peaks that have made him delirious all day—and push inside of you. 

To make you come around him if only to stop this torture. 

And when he finally does, when you’ve come enough times for him to be satisfied and your body to feel hot and heavy with sedation against him, he’ll grin against your lips. Run a hand across your forehead, down your cheek, fingers cupping your jaw. 

“I need to see you covered in me.” 

You don’t have to question what he means. Don’t have to give him permission other than the breathy gasp he swallows down with his mouth pressing to yours. You know what he wants. What he’s craved all day. 

When he pulls out of you, your pussy feels swollen and hollow—like you lost the thing that was making you feel whole. 

But the need is still building back up. Still there even after your body has been built up and tumbled down already tonight. It’s hard for your body not to react to Colin moving up it, placing his wet cock between the expanse of your chest, pushing your boobs together, and letting out the weakest moan when he starts to move. 

His hips stuttering even though he’s just started. His mouth hung open as he watches the way his cock moves against your skin. Between your beautiful breasts.

Eyes flashing up to yours, making your own moan fall from your lips at how big his blue eyes shine with desire. How all it takes is your tongue snaking out from between your lips and moving against the head of his cock once, twice, when his hips thrust forward, for a guttural groan to shake his chest and his come painting across your skin. 

And once he can think straight, once his breath isn’t heaving from his lungs and he’s looking like a tortured man, he wraps a hand around his still hardened cock and smears the come at his tip against your nipple. 

Both your mouths twitching from released breaths. 

“You are beautiful.” He says as he admires his come on your chest, before his eyes meet yours with a smile. 

[glossgojo]

long hair // jake sim x reader smut

busanking photo credit edited by me

MDNI: oral fem recieving, pu$$y drunk jake, teasing jake, dom jake, sub AFAB reader, pet names (princess, baby, angel cuz y/n makes me cringe sometimes), long haired jake bias wrecked me at fate plus, lemme know if u want a part two i could go on and on ab <3

“step away from the scissors.” your voice came out a lot more stern and harsh than you intended but it had its own effect, jake sharply turning away from the mirror and setting down the offending tool and moving toward you ready to apologize and grovel like he should.

“princess the company said it’s getting too long, just a little off won’t hurt right?” his arms looped around your waist, tugging you towards him and pouting down at you. the bathroom of the hotel you were staying for the night was connected to your shared room, did he really think you’d let him get away with it so easily? at least now you were out of the crime scene, closer to bed where you could lull him to sleep. you wouldn’t concede to his whining or whatever the fuck the company wanted.

“no you-no it’s perfect as it is.” you gave him your best puppy dog eyes, wide and round as you looked up at him pitifully. as if you hadn’t just demanded he set down the scissors.

“you can do it for me, just an inch baby please?” his hands were lingering, tracing the back of your spine, thumb brushing against the small sliver of skin on your hip that your low rise skirt exposed. he was hypnotizing you, getting his way slowly and you hated that he was still sweaty with his hair styled from the concert. his voice gravelly from use and you wanted nothing but to give in to him. and he could see you were conceding from how your wide pretty eyes fluttered from his touch, how your hand absent mindedly bunched up the material of his shirt.

“nuh uh, it’s your hair you can do whatever you want to it, i won’t partake in a crime.” you pouted and attempted to stomp away, his finger hooking under the band of your skirt .

“don’t be mad angel, at least tell me why it would be so bad.” he turns you by the hips towards him, standing less close than before but still close enough to smell his maddening cologne mixed with sweat. even his sweat smelled good to you, you were a goner. a lost cause.

“are you fishing for compliments jake sim?” you narrowed your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest and jake’s eyes unabashedly trailed to your now propped up cleavage. you fought an eye roll at his actions, was he insecure after the show? like thousands of girls weren’t screaming their lungs out when he raked his long hair back.

“no besides that you think it looks good, do i not look good in shorter hair?” so your pretty boy was actually a bit insecure. maybe you shouldn’t have been so dramatic. he was the hottest man you’d ever seen and not to mention you were in love with him, if he was bald you’d still find him attractive.

“of course you do…it’s just…it’s like my anchor.” you mumbled out the last bit, eyes looking away from him as your cheeks heated. really you’d been thinking about it since you saw the scissors.

“your anchor?” jake was actually confused by you, he wasn’t teasing you and the realization made you blush more. maybe you were more perverted than you thought.

“you know when my mind is being blown having something to hold onto helps.” and how badly you would miss having something to hold onto as jake’s nose and mouth pressed against where you needed him most and made you see stars.

jake’s furrowed brows of confusion eased out as his expression morphed into a smug smile. oh god you were fucked now. “is that right baby? i can’t take that away from you can i?” he was smiling like a cat that had gotten its toy, walking closer to you as you stepped back, arms uncrossing as your legs hit the back of the bed. you almost fell backwards from the surprise of it and instead braced yourselves against his solid chest. looking up at him then was a recipe for disaster as his dark eyes narrowed and laser focused on your lips. were they always this puffy? had you been gnawing at them? his poor baby all stressed about his hair.

“ake-“ you warned, a little terrified by the look in his eyes and also too turned on to stop him. you knew that look, it always ended with you passing out from exhaustion and him still not being done after you lost count of how many rounds, orgasms, screams of his name.

“come on baby, i gotta see it to believe it.” he bit his lip at your small hands feebly pressed against his pecs. you were sure you were soaked below, you’d never live it down. his leg slotted between yours, pushing up against your underwear, wearing a skirt was another cause for jake to lose his composure very quickly.

“please-“ your soft voice didn’t need to say much more, as his hands pushed you down, kneeling in front of you as you now sat on the bed. his head between your legs faster than you could grasp what was happening. his veined hands squeezed the plush of your thighs, your knee highs only covered the skin visible to the world, the rest for his pleasure. he loved when you wore skirts, but it made him unrulier. you still remembered when you wore a particularly short one and you both fucked in the green room before a show.

“pretty baby, how could i take anything from you?” you squirmed in his hold, the vibrations from his deep voice against your inner thighs made you even needier. his soft lips pressed to the sensitive skin.

“jake-.” his left hand pressed your hip down as you bucked in his hold, his tongue teasing the edge of your underwear not delving under the fabric where you needed him.

“what do ya need baby?” he loved hearing you say it, confirming you were just as gone as him.

“your mouth please.” and that was enough for him, usually he wanted specifics but tonight he wanted to taste the sweet scent that was already teasing his senses. he pressed a adoring kiss against your clothed core before weaving his arms under your thighs and pulling you against him, one of your legs was resting on his shoulders now the other spread for him to slot into.

he kissed at your underwear not giving up the chance to tease you, “so wet already baby.” jake could feel himself grow hard in his pants, losing himself slowly to your taste.

he couldn’t take much more teasing himself any more as he pulled your underwear off you, shoving up your skirt and inspecting your pretty cunt under the dim beside lamp light. his second favorite girl shone in the light, red and puffy and slick with need. you squirmed from his attention, feeling ashamed from his eye contact and he quickly dove in, giving into the meal in front of him. his thick tongue purposefully collected your slick before circling your perked up clit. you whined at the contact, hands flying to his hair and the smug fucker smiled against you. despite your whines you were purposefully grinding against his mouth, his soft pillowy lips kissing you slowly.

“taste so sweet, need more.” he was already drunk off you, tongue licking up everything he could as his nose clumsily bumped against your clit making you clutch his dark strands a bit tighter. he noticed that, now surging so his sharp nose grinded against your clit. your fingers twitched as the obscene sound of his devouring of you filled the air. he was sloppy and in a craze, eating you like you were his last meal on earth. your quiet sighs were music to his ears and the taste of your ichor staining the back of his teeth made his head dizzy. his eyes fluttered closed as he hummed against your cunt, like he’d taken a bite of his favorite ice cream. one of his hands left your hip and traveled down to your inner thigh. the cold of his rings made you shiver in his hold.

it was all too much, he kissed against your folds, sloppily making out with your cunt as two of his lithe fingers entered you, curling up and filling you instantly. you clenched around him as more slick poured out of you, jake quickly drinking it in and pulling more out of you. his mouth moved fervently against you, tongue delving into where his fingers drew moans of his name from you. he fucked and stretched you out, never quite letting you get where you needed. the combination of his nose, fingers, and mouth made you reach your climax closer than ever. his fingers moved in and out you, you embarrassingly kept pouring out straight into his mouth and clenching around his fingers. as he felt you getting closer he removed his fingers, pulling you flat against his face as his tongue fucked you instead, his nose bumping your clit as he moved back and forth and making you scream his name as you came hard on his tongue. all he could breath was you, hear was you, taste was you, his eyes fervently looking at each piece of you, his hands roaming the plush of your thighs. jake thought he could die happily between your legs.

once your back had stopped arching and your mind came back to earth you realized your needy boyfriend was still lapping at your juices, your sensitive cunt making you whine at his touch. you shoved at his forehead with your fingers still in his hair, a few strands of his long bangs fell into his face with his chin and lips shining in the light from your wetness and you felt yourself grow hot at the image. you were so glad you told him to put down the scissors.

“come on baby one more, can’t get enough of your taste.” he licked his fingers clean, eyes shuttering close as he moaned at the taste. you clenched on air as your pussy drunk boyfriend begged for another round. you knew it was never just one more round, it would be at least four with you falling asleep with his dick inside you.

“but what about cutting your hair?” you wanted him to admit defeat and his eyes shone at your words, smile lifting his puffy lips.

“princess i meant it when i said i’d never take anything away from you.” he smiled wide at you that puppy smile that was entirely too endearing and you almost forgot he was still between your legs. you whined a bit at his words, thankful and a little bit dazed from how insane his statement was. yeah you lost the bratty attitude pretty fast, you’d go for as many rounds as he needed, because you needed it too.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

A List of "Ugly" Words

to try to include in your next poem/story. This is a compilation of words mentioned in articles and polls I found online deemed "ugly" or "gross", or are the "most hated".

Bulbous - fat, round, or bulging.

Chunky - bulky and solid.

Curd - a soft, white substance formed when milk sours, used as the basis for cheese.

Engorge - cause to swell with blood, water, or another fluid.

Fester - to become septic; suppurate. To become rotten and offensive to the senses. To become worse or more intense, especially through long-term neglect or indifference.

Hurl - to throw (an object) with great force.

Lugubrious - looking or sounding sad and dismal.

Maggot - a soft-bodied legless larva, especially that of a fly found in decaying matter.

Moist - slightly wet; damp or humid.

Mucus - a slimy substance secreted by mucous membranes and glands for lubrication, protection, etc.

Ooze - to slowly trickle or seep out of something; flow in a very gradual way.

Phlegm - the thick viscous substance secreted by the mucous membranes of the respiratory passages, especially when produced in excessive or abnormal quantities.

Pus - a thick yellowish or greenish opaque liquid produced in infected tissue, consisting of dead white blood cells and bacteria with tissue debris and serum.

Putrid - decaying or rotting and emitting a fetid smell.

Seepage - the slow escape of a liquid or gas through porous material or small holes.

Slobber - have saliva dripping copiously from the mouth.

Slurp - to eat or drink (something) with a loud sloppy sucking noise.

Squelch - to make a soft sucking sound such as that made by walking heavily through mud.

Squirt - cause (a liquid) to be ejected from a small opening in a thin, fast stream or jet.

Yolk - the yellow internal part of a bird's egg, which is surrounded by the white, is rich in protein and fat, and nourishes the developing embryo.

If any of these words make it into your poem/story, please tag me. Or leave a link in the replies. I'd love to read them!

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[h0neylevi]

post-war, canonverse, semi-public sex, fingering, fem!reader, some light degradation, dry humping, MDNI

w/c: ~ 1630

Everything has been so new lately.

Moving to Marley after the war had been an easy decision, but that didn’t mean the physical act of settling into a new place wasn’t without its hurdles. Mostly, it was about adjusting—getting used to the advances in technology that wasn’t present on Paradis. Telephones, cars, radios, even electric stoves were commonplace things that Levi still marveled at.

And then, there was also you.

More specifically, the way you’d both found yourselves quite suddenly thrust into a life after war, a life without titans and the looming threat of death hanging over your heads like a dense fog. 

As former comrades, it only made sense once the smoke cleared to navigate this new world together. And Levi was more than happy to experience all manner of firsts at your side.

It’s through this different layer of companionship that Levi learns so many new things about you. How you like your eggs in the morning, how tired you get after having too much pasta, the way the hair at the back of your head always sticks up the next day if you go to sleep with it still wet. He learns how you organize your books on your shelves (by size) and how when you’re having a bad day and tell him to leave you alone, you don’t actually mean it.

He’s always known how to make you laugh, but after eight months of living together under the same roof, he learns how to make you moan. It’s a sound he’d like to bottle forever, the sight of your body arched beneath him a vision too precious to look away for even a second. Even with only one good eye, he soaks it in like you’re a dream that’ll fade if he blinks.

He learns that he likes kissing, and you do too. So, when you lean across the center console of his brand new car at Marley’s drive-in movie theater one summer night, he doesn’t think much of it. At least, not until your hands start wandering and he finds himself pulled into the backseat.

You give him very little time to recover from the surprise of being pulled from his seat before your lips are on his again. The leather of the upholstery groans as you straddle his narrow waist and on instinct, Levi reaches out, eyes still closed as he guides you onto his lap.

His palm splays over the skirt of your dress, hiking it up a little in his haste. When he feels the fabric, he pulls away slightly.

He gently squeezes your thigh, watching the cloth bunch a little in his grasp. The sound of your breath hitching in your throat makes him look up. “What’s got you so worked up, hm?”

Above him, forming words feels borderline impossible. Not while his thumb is drawing circles on the inside of your thigh and he’s looking up at you through those delightfully full lashes. It strikes you that this facet of your relationship is still relatively new, so the warmth on your cheeks doesn’t feel out of place when you swallow around your meekness and say, “You.”

“Me?” Levi’s brows raise, but he thinks he gets it. The moment you’d walked out of your room in this little number, his mind had gone straight to the gutter.

Like he’s revisiting the memory, his hands begin to slowly trail every part of you his eyes drift over—thumbs tracing the tantalizing curve of your breasts, down the silky material over your waist before resting his palms on your hips. When he gives you another subtle squeeze, you roll against him, feeling the hardening outline of his cock through his trousers against your core.

“Can’t help it,” you breathe out slowly, like you're making every effort to remain composed, but the strain in your voice betrays the neediness beneath. 

Your palms drift over the soft fabric of his shirt, moving over firm muscle. They’re not as defined as they once were, but you relish in his solid warmth all the same. Enamored by him, always.

He lets you explore unimpeded. You’ve always been handsy—checking him for signs of injury or illness when he inevitably pushed himself too far during expeditions. Now he’s grown used to the way that protective tendency has turned into an act of appreciation and fondness. It makes something light and airy form in his chest when you lean down again to kiss him.

“These windows aren’t tinted,” he says a moment later. The warning is half-hearted and murmured mostly against your lips, in conflict with the way his hands keep you anchored where you are.

His feeble hesitation makes you laugh.

You settle further into his lap, nearly chest to chest now. You can feel the way his breathing has grown labored against you. “No one’s looking at us, Levi.”

It is dark, at least. He has enough sense still to acknowledge that the large screen up front will be capturing most peoples’ attention, even though it’s currently in an intermission right now. There are only fifteen minutes between the double features tonight. A shame, he thinks. When it comes to you especially, he always likes to take his time.

You move your attention to the curve of his jaw, peppering hot, pillowy kisses down the expanse of his neck before suckling the sensitive flesh of his clavicle, and every thought not focused on the present stops. 

He closes his eyes, caught between the feeling of your lips on his neck and your warm cunt gliding over his cockhead. Even through several layers of clothes, pleasure rushes through him with each rut of your hips. You’re so warm and pretty that it’s dizzying.

In retaliation, a thumb swipes over your clothed clit, and Levi smirks when your movements almost completely stop. Behind you, the large screen lights up and Levi watches in the soft blue light as you lean back slightly, mouth slightly agape in a silent gasp.

“Never took you for an exhibitionist,” he says, the reflection of the movie behind you mirrored in his unclouded iris.

Before you can say anything, he hooks two fingers around your panties and pulls them to the side, sliding the digits through the arousal that’s already beginning to soak into the cotton.

“I-I’m not,” you attempt to defend, but the protest comes out weak and shaky with his movements.

“Is that right?” Levi asks, his tone mildly condescending. “Well, the fact that you’re grinding on top of me right now says otherwise.”

The pressure of his fingers on your cunt makes it difficult to think. If you were in your right mind, you might be embarrassed about the way the windows have started to fog, but you can only be grateful for the extra coverage.

The air is thick and your body feels like it’s on fire. Every brush of Levi’s fingers on your skin sends you aflame. His injured hand anchors you in place, thumb rubbing soothing circles into the flesh of your hip while his other hand continues to pick you apart, making your knees quiver.

Your voice is a strained gasp against the shell of his ear. “Like you’re not hard already just from kissing.”

“I never said I wasn’t.”

The hand on your hip lowers, and for a moment you think he’s gesturing for you to get up, but the new position allows his other hand to slide down. Two fingers quickly bottom out inside your cunt.

Your features pinch with the effort it takes to keep yourself quiet.

“There you go,” Levi coos, smug as your fingers struggle for purchase on his shoulders. “Is that what you wanted?”

His cock, his fingers, his mouth. All three. You want to tell him that you’d gladly take anything he’d give you, but all you can do is pant uselessly into his neck and try to hold on.

“Couldn’t wait until we got home, hm?” Levi continues, his fingers pumping and curling in such a way to make you see stars in your vision. “Needy thing.”

You clench around him, spurred on by his words. “Levi.”

He keeps talking, undeterred. A glow appears in his eyes as you rock into his palm, meeting his movements. “Dirty girl, fucking my fingers like this in the open.”

Pleasure coils in your belly. You grasp helplessly against his sturdy neck, cheeks burning and nails dragging over the soft fuzz of his undercut as it continues to build and build. The pressure of his thumb on your clit pulls all of your muscles taut.

When your moans become wispy and delicate gasps of air, he knows you’re right on the edge.

“Let go, sweetheart,” Levi murmurs. “You can come.”

Your orgasm hits you like a train. With a single gasp of his name, you come undone. Levi holds you through it as you shudder and spasm, his free arm now wrapped around your waist.

When you pull back, your eyes are bleary and content. Every muscle in your body seems to relax against him.

Levi pulls his hand from between your legs. “Satisfied?”

“Mmm,” is all you can manage. The aftershocks still continue to wash over you, making you feel boneless and tired.

When they subside, you give him a quick peck and slide off of his lap, climbing back into the front passenger seat.

Levi follows with a grunt. When he settles back into the driver’s seat, he buckles his seatbelt and starts the car.

You turn, confused. “What are you doing? The movie isn’t over.”

Slowly, he eases out of the parking spot toward the exit. Just before he turns onto the road, he gives you an incredulous look.

“You think I can focus on anything else after that?” From the streetlight above, you can finally see the deep shade of pink tinting his neck and face. “I’m taking you home so I can really make you scream.”

[vampzzi]

Hello! Would you write a Hobie x reader shot, where the reader had a fight and it was Hobie's turn to patch her up, also kind of Nsfw and comforting please? ;3 lots of praise please hehehe

cw ; semi detailed injury + wound handling, very fluffy, p in v, praise, not proof read, kinda angsty? , I’m sleepy and I got carried away

Can’t breath, your lungs burned as you stumbled through the alleyway. Your spidey senses weren’t even up to par but you needed to go. Building up enough energy to swing into Hobie’s apartment before gliding against his floor with a thud. You laid again the cool floor as it was ice cold against your warm skin, catching your breath as Hobie opened the door to see you slumped.

He was quick to walk to you and kneel down, holding a hand to help you up. “Wha' 'appened?” He spoke as he helped you sit down before looking wiring his room for something to patch you up. Your side was cut as it bled out into the material of your costume.

“A fight with a villain, just a little scratch” you were panting as Hobie looked back at you “a “li''le” scra'ch? you’re jokin” He’s coming back to you with a gauze and something to clean up the blood, ““pu' 'his 'ere while i go ge' some'hing””. Handing you a cloth as you put it on the cut, Hobie is leaving the room for a brief moment but you can hear water running.

You get comfortable while he’s gone in the bathroom as you assume. Focusing on your breathing, there’s a lot of adrenaline running through your veins still from the intensity of that fight. Your skin is becoming less warm and you can actually catch a breath as you look up to see Hobie running back in the room with a wet cloth.

You lift the dry one off as he’s kneeling down to clean your cut, flinching at the contact because of how sensitive the cut is. A stinging sensation being unpleasant as it courses through your whole body. “you could’ve called for backup love”. He’s applying the gauze on as you don’t look at him “I didn’t wanna dependent on anyone. I had it under control” he knows you’re rolling your eyes at him and he just shakes his head.

“you could’ve go' bloody killed” Hobie tries not to raise his voice at you cause he’s never had to raise his voice. “A chance, I was willing to take to protect my city.” Hobie knew you were dedicated to being Spider-Woman but the thought of losing you made him nauseous.

It’s dead sielnt but Hobie speaks up “You know i care abou' you” facing him when he says that “I know you do Hobie, you wouldn’t have patched me up if you didn’t.” He’s biting at his lip piercings “You’re righ', bu' le' me show you 'ah much i care abou' you”.

His lips on yours, the cool metal against your warm lips as you kiss. It’s not entirely heated but feels more passionate, he’s bringing you into his lap as you kiss. You feel small in his lap as the kiss is broken and his hands are on your sides.

““ge' 'his off, now” he’s referring to your suit as you’re pulling it off and he’s helping as it’s discarded. Resuming being back on his lap, his hands trail down from your chest to your panty line. His piercing against your collarbone as he kisses it, his teeth sink in as whimper escapes your lips.

“Such a good girl, le''in me 'ave my way wi'h 'er” Hobie’s hands is finding their way in your underwear as he plays with your slick, sticky stain in the front of garments as he sinks two fingers with ease. Hands finding their way gripping on his shirt as you bury your face in it. “Lemme see my pre''y girl, cmon” you whine as his fingers don’t move, quick to look at him as he smirks at your face.

Eyes blown with lust and desperation, without another word he’s moving his fingers inside of your walls. Moaning out his name while you clench down on his fingers with a cry. The way he scissors his fingers inside you makes you throw your head back “gonna cum on my fingers? make a mess on 'hem gawgeous”

Clamping down on his fingers as he touches that sweet spots inside you as you cum. Broken springs of nothing but his name come out as he plays with your hair with his other hand. Fingers still thrusting inside of you to help ride out your orgasm.

When his fingers pull out, he’s bringing them up to his mouth as he sucks on them. “Taste fuckin’ amazing” you’re already fucked out but he shuffling as he’s pulling his cock. You look at it and look at him “Ready?” Nodding as he has a hand on your waist helping guide you down on his cock as you both moan together.

Sinking down to the base with another delicious cry, there’s no time wasted before he fucks up into you “fuck me back slut'”. You’re obeying as you bounce, his cock kisses places you haven’t or anyone else has ever explored before. As you can’t stop the loud moans that escape your lips, Hobie bites his lip at the sight.

“you’re 'akin i' so well” the praise does stuff to your mind as you guys fuck like animals. It only takes a few more thrust before you’re cumming again. Gripping his shoulder as your moans are mumbled into his shirt. He fucks up into you before it tips into overstimulation and you whine out. “Fuck Hobie..I didn’t know you could fuck like that”

He’s pulling out with a wet sound as he lets you lay down before he pulls putting his pants back on. “I’m full of surprises luv” he’s getting back into bed with you as he wraps an arm around you “Bu' you okay?” You look at him with a tired smile “I’m more than okay.”

[l0enelies-t]

𝐻𝑆𝑅 ✈︎ “𝑌𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒!”

（ 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 / 𝘚𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴 ）

— 𝘐𝘕𝘊𝘓𝘜𝘋𝘌𝘚： { 𝘋𝘙． 𝘙𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰， 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢， 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯． } { 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘕𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭／𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦．}

— 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ：𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨，𝘚𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦／𝘕𝘴𝘧𝘸，𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨，𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴，𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 （𝘺𝘬𝘺𝘬）, 𝘋𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬．

[ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒.]

𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙍’𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀: Yᴇs ʏᴇs... ⵊ sᴀɪᴅ ⵊ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ Rᴏʙɪɴ NSFW ᴀʟᴘʜᴀʙᴇᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ⵊ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ʙʟᴀsᴛ ᴏꜰ ɪᴅᴇᴀs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ sᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ʜᴏʟᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ꜰᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ 😭. ꜰᴏʀ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜɪs ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪ ᴡᴇᴇᴘ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴀsᴛɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

— [DR. RATIO]

Teasing Vertias is quite easy when you’re in an intimate relationship with him. When you do tease him, it’s always in private since he doesn’t favor PDA too much. That being said Ratio always either teased you back later that same day or just ignores it, typically when he’s really fixated on something. If he needs to, he will step in and tell you to stop, in which you always do.

Many times, you sit with him in his office while he works, sculpt, or solve problems, where it could be world problems, math problems, even problems with Aventurine and Topaz. When he's not doing that, Vertias enjoys your company and spends time reading and talking with you. It was no different on this particular day. His hand entwined with yours as he held a book, focused on the words, his eyes moving slowly yet thoroughly over them. Vertias always looked attractive to you when he read or was concentrating on something, it makes you feel special that he’s more paitent with you compared to other people, not surprisingly since your his significant other and you are just as paitent with him. He feels your hand suddenly slipping away but his expression remains the same, without even slightly shifting because he assumed you would get up to go do something else, such as looking at his work on the blackboard or the sculptures he made, but boy was he wrong.

Your hand moves slowly to his crotch after crawling up to his leg to massage his thigh muscle. His eyes dart from his book to you, and his breath hitches a little.

“Must you not as i’m taking my time to read?” Vertias sneers in his charming voice, sounding less angry and more annoyed at your teasing, as well as the fact that he made an incorrect calculation. He starts to struggle with the touch, losing attention from his book and squirming in his seat, your eyes watching him. He became frustrated when he felt your hands rubbing his groin and became hard beneath them. He looks at the locked door, as if planning an idea. That being done, Vertias turns to face you, putting down his book, taking your hand and holding it above your head as he lays you on your back and spreads your legs apart with his knee. One hand flicked the material of your panties under your skirt. His hands caress your sensitive spot. Ratio suddenly slides your panties to the side, thrusting two fingers inside.

Soon after a few minutes of thrusting in and out quickly, he takes his hand away not even letting you finish or anything, Returning back into his place and picking his book up again, flicking his hand of any wetness in the process. You pout at him for edging you like that, but your only answered with a smirk.

“Now you know how I felt, don’t you?”

— [ROBIN]

Teasing Robin never seemed to cross your mind since her innocent look says she wouldn’t be into any activity regarding sex. You’ve made out with her before but that was all there is to it. You’ve wanted to talk to her about it to see if she was fine with having sex since obviously consent is key, but she gave a lot of hints that she was ready to do so already. Robin often smirks at you, make out more passionately with you, putting her hands on your thigh, and other things. It was confusing and you didn’t know when you’ll have the courage to ask her.

You were in the her dressing room, helping Robin get ready for her next show which was in 30 minutes.

“Hey love, could you please help me zip this dress up? I just can’t seem to get it.” Her sweet voice muffled, coming from the dressing room. Like a good partner, you go to where the voice called out for you, moving the red curtain out of the way as you walked. There she was, patiently waiting for you to help. As her smile widen, a wink soon followed. “I really hope you like the song I’m going to sing, it was inspired by you.” Robin chuckled, looking into your eyes from the mirror. You smile back at her, diverting your attention to the dress zipper.

Her bare skin looked soft, a little pink on her back bones and where her wings started. Feathers trailed from her starting wing bone to midway of her back. “Please hurry, I know the show is in a hour but… I want to give my affection to you before we depart.” Robin reminded you. You nodded in understanding but still wondered… where was the most sensitive part of a halovian’s wings?

There came an idea, you could find out yourself. Putting your finger on the back of her neck, then trailing down her back gently. Robin flinched from the cold then warmed up to it. Her eyes meet yours in the mirror, asking if this was okay for you to do.

“Yes, I knew you wanted to see my wings anyways. Quickly though, please.” She whispered to your gesture.

You nod once again, hands going to the top of her wings then rolling them back and forth, ruffling the feathers. A sigh and moan exited her mouth, her hands gripping her dress. That mustve been it, where she was sensitive. Your palms moved faster against her wings before stopping abruptly and going to zip the dress up.

‘Zipppp!’

Robin looked at you in shock, eyes half lidded. “You’re such a tease!” She playfully scoffed, giggling as her wings cover her mouth. “I’ll get back at you and I won’t be going ea—.” Her voice cooed as she turned around and got closer to your face.

A loud knock from outside the room interrupted Robin’s sentence. “Miss Robin! You’re to be on stage in 20 minutes!” A voice yelled out. “Please hurry up!”

“Already? I guess this will have to wait.” Robin sighed.

— [HANYA]

The judge of the Ten-Lords Commission never seemed to have any energy nor courage to do anything but work her life away. Hanya tries to show that she loves you while also trying to keep her job going at the same time, but due to the stress of maintaining her personal life and professional life, it can cause her to think that maybe having a partner isn’t a good idea. Her sister, Xueyi, always tries to set things up so you and Hanya can have a stable relationship, such as covering for her and making you two cuddle and lounge at home comfortably. Hell, she even recommends you do most of the work since Hanya isn’t good at doing that. This could include you writing something in her notebook and she’ll read it when you aren’t around, or maybe getting her tea or coffee to help her stay awake. Either way she’s very grateful that you’re willing to stay with her despite these issues and flaws.

Like always Hanya was stressing with a case today and she ignored you unintentionally, saying “Yes…” or “Mhm..” when you ramble to her. She didn’t even look up to greet you or at least tell you she’s listening. It was infuriating and you wanted her to pay attention to you, but anything you tried didn’t work. Xueyi was too busy to help, so now you’re left on your own to get Hanya to be with you. Therefore, you’ll have to use intimacy to get her to turn her head to you.

Walking into the room with a cup of tea you brought for her, you saw Hanya on the floor with her Oracle Brush, looking through records and papers. It was messy and she didnt acknowledge your existence in her proximity.

You walked closer and closer to her, feeling an intense aura coming from her. Nobody had ever seen her like this before, she was stressed… very stressed. You called her name, no answer. You tried again, she couldn’t hear you at all. Soon, she felt an arm wrap around her waist and she snapped out of her trance.

“[Name]? I can’t… love. I’m too busy, maybe later.” Hanya says in an irritated tone, putting her Brush down and removing your arms and pushing them back softly. Well that hurts… your own wife didn’t want any affection and couldn’t even give any herself. One more try and maybe it’ll work.

You snuggle your face in the crook of her neck, kissing down from her neck and licking her bare shoulder, she doesn’t respond to the touch at all, still focusing on her work. Your hands move down her waist and to her thigh, touching her lower stomach. “[Name], I said not now.” She sternly says, but she doesn’t do anything about it. You sigh, whining in her ear, ‘Please Hanya… I’ve been waiting all week for you to do something with me. Don’t you have a lunch break soon..? Maybe a quickie? Pretty please?’.

Gosh Hanya didn’t like hearing your whines, but at the same time they made her feel a type of way inside her core. “I… I need to get this case done, then you can have me.” Hanya says a little uneasy, it was getting to her.

You assured her that you wanted to have her now, ‘Wouldn’t you love to have your hands all over me, I promise I’ll be at your mercy. It’ll be a good stress reliever’.

It was tempting, so tempting. She really wanted to satisfy you and herself, and you weren’t wrong about the fact it was a stress reliever… but she couldn’t tell what she wanted. She felt bad. “I suppose in a few minutes.” Hanya gave in to your whines. Afterall, you already had her worked up and she needed that quickie sooner or later.

20 Minutes went by, Hanya was done with a good portion the case work and that intense, and stressful aura was significantly decreased. She could finally go to you for that ‘stress reliever’. “Love, I’m finally almost finish, you said you wanted to…?” She turned around and saw you drinking tea. You told her you didn’t know what she was talking about. Hanya looked confused, she swore you just whined to her about how badly you wanted her to ‘play’ with you. And after some deep thought and confusion, she realized you just teased her with your words.

Hanya’s eyes widened and she started murmuring to herself before going back to her workplace, picking up the brush and going back to the case.

She didn’t talk to you for the rest of the day because of that, and for her to forgive you, you’re going to need HuoHuo and Xueyi for help.

©2024 l0eneliest do not repost, copy, translate, or modify.

[bet-on-me-13]

Httyd AU

So! Ghosts are nowhere near an Unknown Threat.

In fact, Ghosts and Creatures of the Realms have been attacking the Human World, preforming Raids on Amity Park, and stealing valuable objects and human food for just as long as they have been around. And they have been around for a while.

They first came into the Human Realm centuries ago, and so far Humans have been able to adapt.

Ghost Hunters are some of the most respected members of the Community. There are many different groups of them, and of these Groups the Fenton Family has always been one of the most famous and well credited of the lot.

They have been Hunting Ghosts since the days of their Ancestor, Jackson Fenton-Nightingale, who was the first of their lineage to change from Witch Hunting to Ghost Hunting.

In the modern age, Jack Fenton and his wife Maddie Fenton are some of the most respected Hunters in Amity. They have captured and killed more Ghosts and Realms-Beasts than anybody in the History of their Family. They have pioneered the new age of Ecto-Tech, bringing better and more effective weapons to the masses. They have singlehandedly managed to contain the Ghost Threat to the State of Illinois, and Amity Park in general. They are truly some of the Greatest Heroes of the Era.

The same cannot be said for their son.

Daniel Fenton has always been, well, Lacking, when compared to his Family.

He didn't inherit his Father's natural Musculature, nor his Mothers Prowess in Martial Arts, and while he is definitely an extremely intelligent boy, he does not measure up to the Intellect that the other members of his Family often achieve.

Even his sister, Jasmine Fenton, shows more promise than he does, and she isn't even a Ghost Hunter. Instead she devoted her life to becoming a therapist who can help those who have been affected by Ghost Attacks.

But Danny? He has never really showed much promise. He is definitely eager to prove himself to his Parents, but he never manages to help out in the field. Most of the time he even makes it worse.

And for Danny? It's infuriating! He has spent all his life trying to live up to the legend of his Family, trying to become a worthy Son. But he never succeeds.

He has made Tons of Inventions to help defeat Ghosts, but they were all thrown out because they were Non-Lethal. They always said that any Ecto-Weapon worth the materials it's made out of should end the Ghost before it has a chance to escape, so capturing them without killing them would be worthless.

But he wants to prove that his efforts are not in vain, if not to his family, than to himself.

So one night, as a particularly nasty Ghost Attack is going on, he rushes outside with a Weapon of his own Design. It was a Stun Gun, designed to hit the Ghost with a Beam of Pure Paralyzing Energy that would render it Immobile for hours. It was slightly large and bulky, but it still worked. At least, theoretically it did. He hadn't had a chance to test the Stun Gun yet, hence his little adventure.

He ran to the edge of Town, and tried to find a Ghost worth capturing.

Blobs? No, they've been caught before. Catching one wouldn't earn him any praise.

Skeleton? Those are a single tier up from Blobs, and not by much at all. Definitely not.

Ecto-Pus? Maybe, but it wouldn't be too useful for learning anything since it can't speak.

Spirits? They are the manifestations of Human Emotion, stronger than most other types of Ghosts, and they are suspected to be Intelligent. That's a good choice, it would probably be the best choice.

But there was one better. An Ancient.

The Ancients were the Ghosts that had been around for Centuries, possibly Millenia. They are Ghosts that are so Old, they have developed true Intelligence. Nobody had ever managed to kill an Ancient, they were too strong. The Ancients are the most Deadly, most Powerful, most Dangerous of all Ghosts.

If Danny managed to Capture one? He would skyrocket to Fame! He would be able to sit at the Lunch Table with the A-Listers, the town would stop seeing him as a disappointment, and his Parents would be so Proud of him! They might even come out of the Lab outside of Ghost Attacks to spend time with him!

So, he sat at the edge of town, watching the Portal that had opened up about a Mile outside of the City. He needed to be ready, in case an Ancient showed up.

Hours passed, and he was getting sleepy, when it happened.

"Ancient!"

The scream of warning came from his Radio, tapped into the Ghost Watch Channel used to keep track of Ghost Movements during attacks.

He looked at the Invasion Portal, and saw it. It was Humanoid, about 7 ft Tall, wearing Dark Plated Armor, with a Flaming Green Sword at its hip. Trying to stare into it's Face felt like staring into an Abyssal Void, with 2 pinpricks of Red denoting where its Eyes would be. The same Red Eyes all Ghosts had.

"Retreat! Retreat! The Fright Knight has emerged from the Invasion Portal!" Came the warning from his Radio. In the distance to his right, he could see the few Hunters who had been keeping watch on the Portal run to the safety of the Town.

Shaking off his fear, Danny rushed to his Target.

The Fright Knight was the most Feared of the Ancients, nobody had ever survived an encounter with it. There were even Rumors that it was the Leader of the Ghost Attacks, the coordinator.

And Danny knew that his Stun Gun wouldn't be enough to beat it. Not yet anyways.

So, instead of running directly to the Fright Knight, he ran to the small Open-Air Worksite that held his Parents' most Ambitious Creation. An Artificial Ghost Portal.

Years ago, his Parents had realized something. They couldn't stop the Invasion, because the Ghosts could never be cut off at the source. The Portal they used to enter the Human Realm was always a Natural One, it always closed after a few hours, so they had no chance of entering the "Ghost Zone" without immediately getting cut off from the Human World. Thus, they couldn't exterminate the Ghosts at the Source.

But what if they had a Stable Portal?

Then, the Humans could invade the Ghost Zone instead of the Ghosts invading the Human Realm. They would get an Edge in the Centuries old War.

But the Portal didn't work yet. They had been working on it for years at this point, but they had had absolutely no luck in making it functional. As an unintended consequence however, they realized that the Portal Frame was capable of generating Large Amounts of Energy, and it soon became the towns most Powerful Power Plant. It basically powered every home in the City, and powered the Shields that were put up above the Civilain Shelters during Ghost Attacks.

And Danny needed it.

His Stun Gun wasn't powerful enough to defeat the Fright Knight yet, but if he retrofitted it to draw on the immense power of the Portal Frame, it might be enough.

He rushed into the Open-Air Pavillion thay housed his Parents Portal Frame. It was an Immense Creation, semi-circular in shape but large enough that an entire Army could be comfortably Marxhed through.

He ran right to the center of the Device, pulling open a Panel in the middle of the Floor and fiddling around with the Wires for a minute.

It only took a short while before he had the Energy of the Portal Frame retrofitted to power his Stun Gun.

He raised the Weapon, and carefully aimed at the Fright Knight, still walking towards the Town.

He pulled the Trigger. And Everything went wrong.

The Gun didn't fire. Instead, he felt a rumble come from the Machine he was standing on, as lights began to light up on the edges of the Portal Frame. Somehow, he had accidentally rigged the Portal to attempt its activation Sequence when he tried to fire his Weapon.

Obviously, the Ring of activating lights had attracted the attention of the Fright Knight, and it had begun to move in bis direction.

In a panic he tried to fix his mistake. He moved around a few more wires, and tried again, and more lights turned on. He tried again, and suddenly a high pitched sound began to play around him.

He tried one more time, and help his heart leap with joy as his gun finally began to power up. He looked up to see where the Fright Knight was, and felt his elation drop in an instant when he noticed that it had already entered the Outdoor Lab Space.

The next few seconds felt like they took hours. He felt his heart stop as the Fright Knight began to rush forward. It was about to reach him.

Then, his Gun pinged to tell him they it was ready, and he pulled the trigger.

The world around him erupted in green Light as the beam from his Stun Gun fired out with much more force than it was ever intended to handle. The Beam of Light was so wide that it completely encompassed the Towering Fright Knight's form.

But at the same time as the Gun fired, the Portal finished it's attempted activation sequence. And the World turned green for a different reason.

Danny felt billions of volts run through his Body as the Portal activated, his screams being drowned out by the sound of Reality fraying at the seams as the Portal attempted to push through it.

But ultimately the Portal failed. It turned off, just as it was about to break through to the other side. The sudden burst of energy also seemed to affect the Stun Gun, as it blew up at the same moment the Portal turned off.

Danny was launched out of the Portal Frame, landing in the center of his Parents Outdoors Lab, unconscious.

It took nearly an hour before his Parents arrived, looking to investigate the sudden Portal Activation and Explosion. Whatever had happened caused a blackout throughout the entire Town, shutting off Ghost Shields and inciting panic throughout the City, meaning they had to wait hours before they could investigate.

They found Danny laying unconscious in their Lab, and called for someone to help him as they worked on getting Power back to the Town.

When he woke up, Danny was Reprimanded for his actions that night. Nobody believed him when he said that he had beaten the Fright Knight, and since communication went down with the Power, Nobody could confirm that the Fright Knight had actually been pushed back. It was far more likely that nobody had seen it after it entered the town, and it had left with the others when the Portal began to close.

But Danny knew what had happened, so the first chance he got, he escaped out into the woods surrounding Amity Park and began searching for his Target.

It took hours of searching, but eventually he found the Fright Knight, laying on it's side in the dirt.

Danny was elated at first, he had captured am Ancient! But then he took a closer look. He didn't know why, but for some reason he felt odd about the Ghost. He felt confusion, but not his own. Relief, but coming from somewhere else. Hope, but coming from Him. The Fright Knight.

In that moment, he didn't know why, but instead of dragging him back to the City or further restraining him, Danny pulled the Knight up into a sitting position, feeling it would be more comfortable like that.

He turned around for a moment to see if anybody was around, but when he turned back he was met with a terrifying sight. The Fright Knight was standing up, towering over Danny. He looked up to see it's face, and saw that it was glaring at him with an unrestrained rage.

Danny cried out when he was pushed to the ground, landing against a Rock, looking up in terror. The Knight took out his Sword, and before Danny could cry out in fear, it plunged the Sword down.

Into the Boulder next to Danny's head.

When he finally opened his eyes, the Knight was gone, leaving only the cracked rock next to his head and a sense of lingering terror.

In that moment, Danny only felt on things register in his Mind.

Where it's eyes always Green?

...

This got a little out of hand, but I hope you liked it.

The idea is that Ghosts have been attacking the Human Realm for Centuries, raiding the Villages to steal valuables and Human Food, terrorizing the world for years.

Hunters like the Fentons managed to contain them in Illinois, more specifically Amity Park.

Danny is Hiccup in this. He is the wimpy weak little kid that nobody respects because he doesn't live up to his Family Legend.

Fright Knight is Toothless, but instead of helping Danny learn how to ride Dragon, he helps him learn to use his newly found Ghost Powers. (Because I included the Portal scene for a reason, he became a Halfa and seeks out Frighty when he realizes hat he had Ghost Powers. He's kind of the only option after all)

If you didn't guess it, Pariah Dark is the Queen Dragon. He used his power as Ghost King to control every Ghost in the Zone, forcing them to raid the Human World and bring him offerings. He isn't obsessed with taking over the world, he is obsessed with being seen as a God, and Gods need to get Offerings.

When Danny hit Frighty with the Stun Gun, he knocked the Mind Control out of him and Frighty was freed.

From then on it would follow some similar story beats to Httyd, but also different.

Maybe the other Movie's could introduce other Characters? Maybe Freakshow is Viggo from the 2nd Movie?, or Vlad is Grimmle from the 3rd Movie? The Plots could fit as well.

If you want it to be DpxDc, you could say that the JLA thought the situation in Amity was handled and didn't think they needed to assist.

When they learn how bad it actually was they are freaked out. Especially since this was a Centuries Old Conflict that has been happening since before America was even founded.

What do you think?

[ryry-rebel]

I Am Yours, But You’re Not Mine (part 1)

Ryomen Sukuna x Reader

Part 2

My Masterlist -> Masterlist

Synopsis- Sukuna can't keep his hands off you. After all, you are his plaything, and he OWNS you.

Warnings- Smut and cussing. If you do not feel comfortable with reading sexual material, please click off this chapter.

Word Count- 1,828

Pronouns- she/her The reader is a female.

Content- 18+ MDNI! Fem reader, dom Sukuna, degradation, oral male receiving, cussing, cream pie, choking, rough sex, biting, slapping,

This story is also posted on my Wattpad account, (Bookish_writing_) as well as other stories! Checking that out would really help me alot, thank you! 🩵

Sukuna was not a soft and loving man. Nothing about his demeanor is tender and affectionate. He's cruel and brutal, always looking for bloodshed. He is the King of Curses for Christs sake. He gets what he desires, and he never asks, he takes. If he wants it, he will have it, and you are no exception. He is not solicitous towards you; he thinks of you as a cock sleeve and nothing else. But not that you mind.

If he wants to rut his cock deep inside your sex and pound into you like there's no tomorrow, he will do so. If he wants to fuck you senseless and use your body like the dirty little whore you are, he will. If he wants to slap your ass until it's red, by all means, he will.

Sukuna gets what he wants, always.

And you have no choice but to give him everything he wants. He won't give you a choice.

You never had one.

You were slammed into your bedroom wall as Sukuna's grip on your throat tightened. He had swapped out with Itadori and came pounding on your door. Immediately he began to attack your lips. His kisses were not filled with love or passion. Oh no, they were filled completely with lust. He was going to fuck your pretty little pussy until you were begging for mercy. He was going to rearrange your insides until you were left helpless and crying.

But you didn't mind. You liked Sukuna despite your gut feeling telling you it was wrong. You should not have feelings for the King of Curses. He was not boyfriend material, and you knew that. He was not faithful as he slept with any girl he could get his hands on. But, maybe that's what attracted you to him. Maybe you could change him. You could be the one to set him on the right path. You could be the one to make him realize he still had a heart, despite him claiming he doesn't.

But you were out of your fucking mind. That was never going to happen. Sukuna would never change. He has lived so long as a soul sucking being, only caring for himself. Human life meant absolutely nothing to him, but you still clung onto that thought of hope that one day, whether it be soon or in the future, he would change. He would change for you.

A moan escaped your mouth as Sukuna began to lick and suck at your neck. Your eyes screwed shut as he began to suck and bite on your sweet spot. He was going to leave a bruise and you knew it. That bruise would signify that

you

were

his.

His mark that meant he had claimed you. But did he really claim you? We're you all his?

Yes, yes you were.

But, was he yours?

No, no he wasn't.

Sukuna growled as he released your neck and pushed you into the bed.

"Undress now" he commanded. You began to strip. First you removed your shirt, pulling it over your head and discarding it onto the floor. Then you unclasped your bra, sliding it off your shoulders and placing it on the floor. Sukuna was already undressed completely as you made an attempt to unbutton your pants. His clothes were strewn on the ground.

But he was growing impatient. Sukuna growled and lunged at you.

"You're taking to fucking long" he barked as he ripped your pants off you. Then came your panties, both items ripped and discarded onto the floor. Sukuna stood tall and proud as he commanded.

"Get on your knees brat."

And on your knees you got.

You had wrapped your small hand around Sukuna's thick, veiny cock as you began to pump him slowly.

"Don't tease."

You didn't tease. You listened to his command as you took his cock into your mouth. Whatever you couldn’t take, you stroked. Sukuna, impatient as ever, bucked his hips forwards, forcing you to take him all. You began to gag on his cock as he let out a loud, monstrous chuckle.

"Look at you, how pathetic. Choking on my cock like a skank."

You began to tremble as Sukuna grabbed a fist full of your hair and pushed your head down.

"Look at you. A pretty little skank. That's what you are, a skank."

You hummed in agreement. The vibrations of your hum ripped through Sukuna making him let out a low, deep groan. His breathing became erratic as he slammed your face into his cock. Tears began to prick your eyes as you began to whimper. You gazed up at Sukuna as a tear trickled down your flushed face. It hurt, but it felt so damn good. Sukuna looked down at you, a scowl making its way onto his face. He pulled his cock out of your mouth, as he grabbed onto your shoulders and yanked you upwards.

"On your hands and knees bitch." He turned you around and shoved you onto the bed. Sukuna gave your ass a harsh slap as he gripped onto your hips. His fingernails dug into your sides, no doubt drawing some blood. You choked out a sob as you gritted your teeth. Sukuna removed his left hand and slapped your mouth.

"Shut up slut."

You shut your eyes and breathed heavily through your nose, trying not to make another sound.

Sukuna removed his hand when he was sure you were going to remain quite and planted it back onto your hip. In one quick movement, he thrusted his hips forward, slamming his cock into your dripping wet pussy. His pace was brutal as he continued to pound into your little cunt. He didn't give you time to adjust, he never did. Pain and pleasure rippled though you causing you to moan aloud. Following your moan came a cry. You bit down on your lip in order to stifle it.

Sukuna slapped your plump ass again as he watched it giggle and redden.

"Do you like this? Do you like when I fuck you?"

You spoke a weak "yes". Sukuna slapped your ass again.

"Say it louder! Say you like when I fuck your pretty little hole. Tell me you love it when I slap your ass and make you mine!"

"Fuck, yes, I love it when you fuck me! I love when you call me a slut! I love it! I love y-."

Sukuna halted his pace and let his arms go limp by his side.

FUCK!

You had almost said "I love you" to him! You had almost confessed right then and there. And, if you had, it would have been all over for you.

From your current position, you could not see the shit-eating grin that was plastered over Sukuna's face. His brow was raised as a sinister smile made its way onto his features.

You were in deep shit now. He was going to fuck with your mind until there was nothing left to toy with. Sukuna leaned over and whispered into your ear. His voice was sharp and laced with venom.

"Do you like it when I call you my little slut."

Hearing those words slip from his mouth made your knees weak and your heart clench.

My little slut.

You were his?

You told him yes hesitantly. What was going to happen now? Would he berate you until no end? Would he claim you as his? Would you be the one to finally break the icy wall he kept around his cold heart? Could you break that wall? Would he let you?

In one swift movement, Sukuna pulled out of you, leaving you empty and your pussy aching and clenching around nothing. He flipped you over onto your back and climbed on top of you. He parted your legs and nestled himself in between your soft thighs.

"Look at me" he ordered. Your gaze moved from the wall to his eyes. Those red eyes that were full of hatred but also seemed full of promise and affection. Sukuna pushed into you again, stretching you out. His cock disappeared into your body as he stuffed you full. He began to rut into you again. This time you could see the malicious smile on his face.

"Are you my little slut?"

You nodded your head vigorously. Sukuna grabbed your hair and yanked.

"Say it! Say you are my little slut! Say you will bend to my every need and command! Say you will let me fuck you so hard until you can't fucking walk!"

"Ah, yes! I am your slut! You can fuck me so hard until I can't walk! You can use me whenever you please!"

Sukuna increased his pace as he was close to reaching his climax. A wicked smile remained on his face as he let out a horrendous laugh. A puzzled look crossed your face as you felt Sukuna fill you up with his cum. His laughter boomed and echoed throughout the room and his eyes glowed with betrayal and hostility. A quick slap was felt against your cheek and Sukuna pulled out of you. The slap left an awful stinging sensation.

"You think you are my little slut?"

Sukuna stood tall and proud while you laid on the bed, legs apart.

"You think you mean anything to me human?"

Sukuna began to dress himself as you laid motionless.

"Please, you are nothing but a useless pet! You are nothing to me!" Sukuna reached his hands out to you and placed them around your throat. He yanked you up until your faces were inches apart. You could feel his hot breath as you stared into his eyes.

His eyes that were filled with abhorrence. Not a hint of compassion shone through his blood-red eyes.

"Don't ever think you are my anything!"

Slap

"You are a worthless piece of shit that should gravel at my feet!"

Slap

"You are nothing but a sperm dumpster!"

Slap

"Fucking slut!"

Slap

Sukuna released your body as he got up to make his leave. Once he shut the door, hot tears began to fall down your face. You were left there feeling hollow and unloved. You began to sob as the entirety of the situation hit you.

Sukuna didn't love you.

He would never love you.

He would never change.

You could never change him.

What we're you thinking? You were delusional. And, because of your delusional fantasy that you had created in your mind, you were now left alone with your heart torn in two...

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 25: Face Sitting - Eddie Munson

Kinktober Day 25: Face Sitting - Eddie Munson x f!reader

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, self-doubt, anxiety, soft!eddie, oral (f receiving), face sitting,  nicknames, no use of y/n

my main masterlist 📚 // kinktober masterlist😈 // AO3 Link 

“I'm ready when you are babe”, Eddie spoke confidently with a hint of excitement as he looked at you from across the room. 

You stood nervously in the middle of his bedroom, feeling sorry for yourself and self-conscious in your cheerleading outfit from practice earlier however, your panties were gone, leaving you bare beneath the skirt.

The missing material now hides in the pocket of your boyfriend's jeans pockets, who lay in the middle of his bed, looking eagerly at you with outstretched hands.

Rubbing your elbows, you looked to the floor, “I’m not sure Eddie”.

The long-haired musician rolled his eyes dramatically, wiggling his fingers for you to come over. “We’ve talked about this honey, please just come and sit on my face, I’ve been waiting patiently all day for this”.

To his credit, he had been waiting patiently but longer than just today. You had always been scared to do this act, specifically because you were worried about squishing or smothering him or that he would hate it. You much preferred to give than to receive but you were sure it was because of your past boyfriend who made horrible comments that he never would please you like that.

It had taken you a while to explain your reasonings to Eddie who was more than angry, wanting to go and find your ex for ever treating you so poorly before turning his attention back to you, practically begging you that relationships were supposed to be this way and that he wanted nothing more than to have you laid out before him with his face between your legs.

But you declined every time, that self-doubt always getting in the way. Until today, it was your six-month anniversary and you wanted to treat Eddie but all he asked was to have you sit on his face so he could pleasure you like the princess that you were, it had taken some convincing but finally, you agreed.

Eddie dropped his hands, noting your internal struggle so sat up, reaching forward to gently hold your hands, kissing the back of your knuckles softly, “I promise, that there's nothing I want more than to taste your sweet sweet pussy”.

You drop your head down to hide the smile on your face after hearing the want in Eddie’s voice. He wanted to see the delighted expression so tilted your chin up, “I love you” he whispered trying to catch your eye.

“I love you too” you smiled back.

“Good” he moves to lie back down on the bed, “now sit on my face princess”.

His excitement had you nervously laughing, finding the courage to begin climbing on the bed, seeing that Eddie was smiling like an idiot at you finally moving closer. As you reach his chest you being to feel exposed, feeling the draft brushing underneath your skirt, especially as you straddled over him with his hands on your hips helping so you didn’t topple over.

Finally, you rested on your knees on either side of his face, hands resting on the wall for balance as you looked down at Eddie nervously chewing on your bottom lip as only his eyes were visible due to your skirt.

With motivation from Eddie’s large hands on your hips, tentatively you began lowering your hips, feeling his nose against your folds first that had you wanting to move up but he held you firmly, his face now completely disappearing behind your skirt so you couldn't see him.

He didn’t waste time in licking up your entire cunt, his tongue delving between your lips and tasting the delicious juices he had been desperate to have in his mouth for months. You both moaned at the contact, you tried to fight the urge to sit up, but his own groans helped to calm your nerves that he wasn’t enjoying it.

Eddie’s long warm tongue first teased around your entrance, causing your walls to flutter in anticipation before he lifted his chin slightly to push in, licking and fucking slowly. He pushed as far as he could, making sure to bend his tongue to prod against the sensitive spot within that had your head dropping back, another moan tearing from your lips.

Your body also seemed to relax as he continued to tease you, one hand dropping from the wall to reach beneath your skirt to hold onto his long curly hair. This was just as he inched towards the nub at the apex of your thighs, starting by almost tickling the bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue, brushing back and forth until your own hips began following his movements.

It was like your body automatically knew which was to move, your hips rocking back and forth, the hand in his hair helping to move with his talented tongue.

“Eddie” you moaned out, feeling your body come alive from the actions of his mouth.

Your movements were becoming more frantic as you relaxed more into it, fully riding his face now as his tongue moved back inside of you and his nose masterly knocked against your clit as he nodded his head helping with the stimtulation.

Both of his hands helped your hips to move as well, his strong grip holding your support, tightening as you began moaning more, feeling the gradual tightening in your core. Your thighs began aching now from the position but you didn’t pay it any attention, only thinking about the man between your legs, both of you chasing your orgasm.

It hit you suddenly, the waves of euphoria that caused your body to jolt and cunt to contract in pulses, Eddie’s name leaving your mouth like a prayer in the wind, softly spoken in ecstasy.

Trying to catch your breath, you sat back with Eddie’s aid until you were sat lightly on his chest, his hands massaging the muscles in your thighs to ease the ache he knew you were probably experiencing. Looking down, you couldn’t help but smile shyly noticing the wet sheen over his face from your arousal but he didn’t seem phased, simply licking his lips before grinning up at you.

You wanted to tell him how amazing it felt, how thankful you were for helping you get to this point, how much you loved him but all you could muster up to say was “wow”.

Eddie chuckled at your glazed-over expression, tilting his head, either way, to kiss both of your thighs, “ready for round two” he wiggled his eyebrows causing you to giggle, stroking his cheek affectionately.

[prdrys]

HI I cannot stop imagining something more after that TreyxReader.

After reader finishes eating that cheescake they have some cream leftover in his plate and lips. Trey couldn't stop himself and leans over to them and cleanse their lips with his thumb and stay close for some seconds, until reader just closes that gap kissing his lips in a needy way.

Srr if some stuff doesn't make sense, English isn't my first langue

this is really late—but—allow me to satisfy that wild imagination of yours, dear anon.

edit: i just now realized tumblr didn’t save the final version & i don’t wanna rewrite that so have a revised ending instead. 💀

—# aftertaste. | t. clover

desc: after giving you a cheesecake, that trey oh-so happened to have, he can’t help but notice that smidge of cream at the corner of your lip.

—cw: suggestive, not proof-read

—a. note: i do believe trey has a thing for mouthes— like the material is right there…

—previous: cheescake.

“thank you, trey! it was good, as always!”

with the sound of metal gently clinking with porcelain; the sight of your lovely face smiling up at him, trey had to force himself not to smile too hard back at you.

if there was one secret that trey kept well, it was the fact he found himself.. excited at the sight of you eating.

it’s not because you were eating in general, per se, he wasn’t that weird, but more specifically that you were eating his food that trey found himself… eager… in certain areas.

or maybe, perhaps, it was that pleased and delighted hum you made whenever you slipped one of his pastries into your mouth that got him going.

or maybe, the way whatever utensil you were using seemed to slide out of your mouth at an agonizingly slow pace, as if you knew the action itself would get trey bothered.

or… how your lips were plump and wet after eating that trey find oddly erotic; it wasn’t until his gaze wanders to the stray lick of cream at the corner of your mouth did trey realize how hungrily he was eyeing you down, like a wolf ready to pounce at it’s prey.

he could feel his heart hammering inside his chest at the carnal images he painted in his own mind, salivating at the thought before swallowing it back, hoping to stay calm. especially down there.

“what’s wrong?” you tilted your head to side as you looked up at him in confusion. “is there something on my face?”

how cute, trey thinks to himself.

before he knew it, trey was already moving in closer, his hand coming up to cusp your cheek. his eyes fixed on that one lick of cream as he brushed it off with his thumb, just ghosting past the corner of your lip.

oh, how he wished to capture those lips with own; savor the sweet taste that was you. trey could already imagine how it would feel: wet and plush. he swore you could hear his own heart beat in his chest with how close he was, just a breath away—maybe even less.

it wasn’t until he was making eye contact with you did trey realize he had lingered for too long. he could immediately feel his face flush and heart jump to his throat, he’s really done it now. trey could feel the sweat quickly persperate in his palms as he pulled his hand away from your face, how was he going to explain himself to you?

but trey’s heart jumped into his heart a second time—perhaps to his groin even—as before he get a word out, you we’re already out of your seat and pressing your lips against his as he stumbled backwards at the sudden motion, only to be brought back by your hands grasping onto him.

your lips, gods, was it everything and more than he imagined. like an addict, trey was hooked, addicted, and wanting for more.

the kiss was soft and sweet, yet somehow rough, hungry, and primal at the same time, as you’ve been waiting for this moment just like him. we’re you though? trey wasn’t sure, but he certainly liked the thought.

it didn’t take long for trey to kiss back, reciprocating back in full, he never knew how much he needed to kiss you until now. his hands now holding your face close, refusing you from pulling away now, not when you’ve so boldly made your move.

soft and sweet kisses quickly escalated into a heated make-out session that trey wouldn’t complain, not when you’re reciprocating with equal vigor, his hand cusping the back of your head while the other held you close by your hips as he pecked the last few kisses he wanted from your lips.

trey’s face was flushed as he panted, a look in his eyes as he gazed at you that screamed more than just simple need and desire.

“need you,” were his only words as trey pressed his lips against your neck, his voice hoarse and thick with want as deft hands beginning to undo the buttons of uniform, and you found yourself sandwiched between him and the table.

“need to taste more of you.”

[sohrleas]

Who wants to see a bit of art that I did for Death Shall Come on Swift Wings by @lennjamin-o7 ???

Too bad so sad you're seeing it anyways!

Listen, Lenn said that the type of clothes that Philza would be wearing would be Mesopotamian. You think I'm not going to jump on that?? I so am. Also, the jewelry is beautiful, I'm very tempted to make some in that style (even if I'd never wear it)

Let me link the fic here before I ramble too much: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50266048/chapters/126974530

I can't sing the praises of this fic enough. It's got language barriers, I love that shit, and the way Lenn formats it--oh my GOD please read it!

Ok, so, more details on the art and process if anyone wants them, as well as the scribble sheet I was taking notes on.

So most of my reference for the jewelry came from pictures of artifacts from the royal tomb of Ur and Queen Pu-abi's jewelry. I would KILL to see the artifacts in situ but oh well.

This is my scribble sheet. Highlights include complaining about the article saying that the only reason jewelry was found in men's graves and daggers found in women's graves were bribes for the gods of the afterworld, and a mild breakdown once I found out what bitumen was. My brother suffered through extended rants on both but he deserved it.

Some notes:

-Lenn says that Phil was a god of Magic (simplified explanation ngl) and the Sumerians were obsessed with Lapis Lazuli. Maybe that's why Lapis is used in enchanting, Phil was obsessed with the stuff. If we're assuming Minecraft Enchanting rules in this setting.

-Sumer is actually where we get the measurement of time from! They were the ones who liked the number 60, and 24, and all that. I noticed that there was repetition of 12 and 8 in the jewelry I saw, especially with Pu-abi's choker and the 8-point rosette. If I had made Phil wear Pu-abi's choker, it would have been an 8-point star/flower...both for simplicity and also because I think the love of 12 as a base may not have been used so much as 8. I could go on and on and on, but I'll stop there

-Carnelian, Lapis, and gold were the most common material used in jewelry, so I went with Phil having predominantly Lapis and Gold, with a little carnelian mixed in. If I were to make a version of this with Techno, he'd have predominantly carnelian. If I cared more about the symbolism of stones I'd go look that up but I also know I'd start looking like a conspiracy theorists if I do that

-Philza's clothing and jewelry are very understated; I figured this would be what he would wear when he was more relaxed and just chilling, and so potentially what outfit he got trapped in for thousands of years.

-I was thinking about adding beaded strings draping over his wings, but if this is meant to be a chill-time outfit, he probably wouldn't deal with that. Or he took them off before going to destroy the world, I imagine they'd get tangled the hell up

-I wonder if the people who trapped him stole all the jewelry around the palace. I wonder if they ended up in museums...though Phil would probably just take them back and nobody would really protest. But imagine if he DID humor the curators of the museum even a little

-the jewelry was done with acrylics, including metallic for the gold, and the rest was watercolor

-I'm probably going to experiment with metallic paint for the feathers, but that's not right now.

Anyways, that's it!