#PLEASE ASK ME MORE heehee

[rainbowcaleb]

3, 19, 14 for the fic writer asks!

ooh many! (from the list here)

3. What's your favorite fic that you've written?

Cheater's answer is my as-of-yet unpublished ending to Fourth Corner. (sorry, sorry) But honestly the only fic I've actually re-read by choice (and not for editing reasons) is my spicy Patience, which to this day is the only fic I've gotten direct DM'd compliments on XD

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as a comic or a film, which fic would you pick?

I think it would be unhingedly delightful to see the giant bug fight from Fourth Corner animated, as a fight scene is so cinematic. Also Catfe comics would make me weep fr. That would be such a cozy comic book to read.

19. Give us a small teaser from your WIPs.

Let's do a recent one! My luciessek monster length fic is very unpublished but I love my terrible sons so much.

Essek’s meager concentration was broken with a heavy weight across his shoulders. He had spent all day attempting to find a clean corner amongst the chaos before giving up and floating over the questionably stained cot. Light, he can’t believe he had slept on that before. Finding what he wanted amongst this latest batch of tomes was just as insufferable of a task. He was so close, so close, to a breakthrough. All knowledge was hard won, some a bloodstained trophy, but Essek knew it would be worth it. It had to be.

And then Lucien fucking Tavelle had to drape himself across his floating body and knock him half out of the air and fully out of his thoughts. 

“Play a game with me Essek.” He spoke in that dangerous purr, voice rumbling against Essek’s back.

“You want something.” He replied matter of fact. With Lucien, it often was the case.

“That isn’t the game, darling.” Lucien stepped aside but didn’t let go of Essek, leaning to whisper in his ear. “Good news or bad news. I’ll let you pick.”

“How magnanimous.” Essek knew this push and pull, the familiarity like muscle memory of dance steps. He tilted his head away, wanting to make Lucien work for it. “Start with the bad news, Lucien, out with it.”

“Always the same answer, tsk. We have a leak.” 

There was no way Lucien, as wrapped over Essek as he was, didn’t feel the sharp and immediate tensing of his shoulders.

“And you are sure, how?”

“Call it divine intuition.” Lucien’s teeth were on Essek’s neck now, teasing between words. 

“There is nothing divine about you.” Essek snapped back. This was catastrophic, why wasn’t Lucien out there right now, predator to this prey? What they were doing could never be made public.

“That’s the joke, darling.” Hands trailed up Essek’s back, a little bit of claw to their gentle touch. Lucien dug his fingers into Essek’s shoulders; a massage and a reminder.

[s1lverd4sh]

Oh lord. it's Clyde

Quick sketch↑

Alright lemme talk about him a bit. He appears in s2 and s3. Main goal is becoming a movie star. He loves to be in the center of attention. Will have a mental breakdown if he'll fail his dream ("PLEASE I'M A STAR" pearl.jpg). Great at swimming. Competitive, mostly rude but not really a bad person. Parents made him to attend swimming classes when he we little. Never actually wanted to.

I'm planning to ship him with someone from the crew but have no idea with who yet. Would love to read your suggestions!

[ninvic-rbs]

Not a burda fan however I still wanna answer your poll question as an ally Daniil would 100% be the one to confess first since he’s much more open emotionally while Artemy’s more repressed emotionally and in general

Hey anon! That's kind of an odd take imo. I'd say both seem pretty emotionally repressed? Or at least not very emotional at all?

The only emotions I can remember dankovsky ever expressing are like, ruminating in misery when he's drunk at the end of p2, or telling everyone that his life is over at the beggining of p1 after finding out simon's dead, or when he tells artemy he's gonna kill himself in the haruspex route in p1 right before the inquisitor arrives. You could argue he's more emotional in day 11 in p2 but to me he seems more unhinged, borderline manic rather than emotional.

And yeah I guess you could argue that artemy is more repressed, since you'd expect more of an emotional reaction of someone who just found their dad is dead, but I'd argue he shows more emotion than daniil? Especially in p2. Particularly after all his bound get infected on day 10, when he talks to them he sounds positively wretched, especially with murky. And he gets unfairly angry at capella after the children are taken from the town, even though it wasn't her fault and she's just a kid and he knows that. [Reminder here that anger is an emotion]

Idk, I'm not sure I agree. But I still don't know who would confess in a burda scenario, bc daniil seems to be operating from a place of pride most of the time, and I don't think he'd take that first step unless he was 110% sure he'd be reciprocated (especially confessing to a man), and artemy seems way too stoic to really place too much importance on smth like that. It feels more like he'd just take their relationship in steide, in whatever stage it was, without feeling the need to talk abt it.

But please share your own takes!! And tell me if I missed a critical example and I'm wrong

[sexynetra]

Hiiii! Hope everything is great with you! Is it too pretentious to ask for a little SSS? 🤭

Not pretentious at all!! I lost track of the days of the week 😅

I’m still slowly but surely (more slowly than surely) plugging away at this chapter so I promise there will be content coming sometime 😭

anyways for now here’s… six-ish sentences? Marcia’s sentence fragments are the bane of my existence for these 6 sentence Sundays tbh

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Eyes still closed, Anetra spoke up after a moment. “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I’m not staring. Your eyes are closed anyways. Shut up,” Marcia sputtered out and Anetra laughed warmly.

“I can feel your eyes burning holes in me. It’s fine, I think it’s cute.”

[minswriting]

HAVE YOU EVER TRIED THIS ONE? - S.R x Reader

About: Spencer discovers a few new positions and wants to test which one makes you moan the loudest.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, praise, multiple positions, goofy sex, fluffy sex, in order the positions are the captain, the anvil, and the pretzel.

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: Proofread and border by @esote-rika i hope you guys enjoy this fic!! please let me know your thoughts heehee

Reading truly does help expand the mind. The words come together on a page so artistically, allowing the reader to have interest in what is being told. Spencer adored reading. It was one of, if not his absolute, favorite hobby to indulge in. There was always something to see, something to explore, and something to learn. Immersing himself into a different world as he reads was one of Spencer’s favorite pastimes, especially because reading didn’t take him too long anyways so it wouldn’t affect his day-to-day activities. Holding a physical book or article was always better for Spencer. He didn’t need computerized bullshit to read unlike some in today’s society.

When scrounging around in a new bookstore that recently came into town, Spencer found a book that was particularly interesting. Titled “The Best Ways to Do It,” Spencer read the back of it and was immediately intrigued. It was a book about sex and all the different positions to maximize pleasure for the receiver. And Spencer was all about giving you pleasure so it was safe to assume that Spencer bought it.

The next day, you went to work while Spencer had a day off. So, he spent a solid ten minutes reading the book in its entirety. To say he learned quite a bit would be an understatement. He knew sex was very versatile. The different ways to give and receive pleasure, the way bodies react to said pleasure, and how exploration was super important in sexual dynamics. You had taught him a lot. Prior to being with you, Spencer was nothing more than a sad pathetic virgin whose partner was his right hand. Now, he’s shlanging that thang every night when he’s not on a case.

The book had taught him a multitude of different sex positions. You and Spencer had always been quite adventurous with sex. With the different kinks the two of you explored together and the different ways to have sex, but the one thing that Spencer noticed was how the two of you fell into the same positions quite often. Not because it was boring or anything but because the two of you knew what brought on the most pleasure. And when Spencer read the book, he had a wonderful idea.

Why not try out a few new positions and see which one causes you to moan the loudest?

When you got home from work, you were very tense and stressed. Spencer could see it in your shoulders as you walked through the door. Spencer stood up from his spot on the couch, making his way over to you as you kicked off your shoes in the doorway. “Hey,” He greeted you, giving you a small kiss on the lips.

“Hey, handsome,” You greeted back, kissing Spencer back with a small smile as he placed his hands on your hips. “What did you do today?” You asked, leaning into Spencer’s embrace as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Not much,” He replied, placing a kiss onto your nose. “Caught up on some reading which is always nice.”

Hearing about the different books Spencer would read was always interesting to you. The way Spencer would light up and go on these tangents about topics that you aren’t very familiar with always made your heart swell in adoration. And after a long and stressful day, there was nothing more you wanted than to be brought into Spencer’s positivity. “What did you read about today?” You asked, smiling softly at Spencer.

Spencer, while his hands were still placed on your hips, began gently guiding you to the living room, smiling back at you. “Just a few old books,” He replied. “But there was one that was particularly intriguing that I think you may find interesting as well,” Spencer sat you down on the couch before taking a seat next to you and pulling you into his arms.

“Is that so?” You asked, leaning against Spencer.

Spencer hummed in response, nodding his head. “You’re so tense today,” Spencer murmured, holding you close to him. He could feel the stress radiating off of your body, the type of stress that truthfully only had one cure. Luckily for Spencer, he already knew what he wanted to do to you.

“Today was hard,” you sighed, resting your head on Spencer’s shoulder. “Nothing particularly bad. It was just long and stressful,” you clarified.

Spencer kissed your temple, a sign of understanding. He lowered his head, enough to press kisses onto your jawline. “Do you want me to take your mind off of it?” He said between kisses.

You couldn’t help the breathless chuckle that escaped your lips as you moved your head to the side, giving Spencer more access to your neck. “Yes, please,” you breathed out.

Spencer gave you a small smirk as he placed his fingers underneath your chin and gently moved your head to look at him. He leaned in and grazed his lips against yours before firmly kissing you. Kissing Spencer never failed to turn you on. He always kissed you as though he needed you to breathe. It was passionate, intimate, and hungry, while also maintaining a softness, a tenderness that showed you that his care for you.

You maneuvered yourself so that you were sitting on Spencer’s lap, careful to not break the intense kiss the two of you were sharing. Spencer placed his hands on your hips, holding you firmly while you placed your hands on his shoulders.

His hands slipped underneath your shirt, feeling the warmth of your skin. A shiver went down your spine at the sudden coldness of his fingertips against you. Spencer broke the kiss, his lips leaving yours. “You know,” he said breathlessly. “I did, in fact, read something interesting today.”

You quirked an eyebrow at your boyfriend. It was indeed a weird time to mention something Spencer had been reading, especially when he had a hot girl in his lap, looking to get her rocks off. “Oh?” You said, both confused and intrigued at the same time. “Is that so?”

Spencer nodded his head with a small hum of approval. “You see, it was a book about certain…positions,” he muttered before licking his lips as he looked at you. “And so, I came up with a very scientific experiment that I think you’d like to try out.” The sparkle in Spencer’s eyes indicated that he was feeling mischievous as he smirked at you.

You smirked back, tilting your head to the side slightly. “And what may this experiment be, Doctor?” You asked seductively, moving your right hand from Spencer’s shoulder to the nape of his neck. You lightly played with his hair, knowing just how much that teased him.

Spencer gave a low chuckle mixed with a low moan. “Why don’t we try a few of these positions and see which one makes you moan the loudest?” He whispered hotly, his breath fanning over your lips once more.

“Mmm,” you replied, the smirk still on your lips as you leaned in, pressing your lips against his for just a moment. “I think that sounds like fun,” you purred, kissing him once more.

Spencer grinned as he lifted your shirt, taking it off of you. You allowed him to do so, lifting your arms to make it easier. Spencer threw the material somewhere, not caring where it landed. He pulled you closer to him, planting his hands on your sides as he leaned in to kiss you again. “You’re so beautiful,” Spencer breathed against your lips.

“No you,” You replied goofily.

A soft rumble of a chuckle came from Spencer as he continued to kiss you. His hands began to move along your sides, feeling you up. The two of you moved in sync, kissing each other hungrily. Spending the day stressed and coming home to your boyfriend wanting to fuck you in multiple positions was the best way to let out all the pent up tension you felt inside of you and you were excited to see what Spencer had in store.

The two of you eventually moved from the couch to the bedroom, void of your top and bra while Spencer no longer had his shirt on, still attached to each other’s lips. As the two of you stood in the bedroom, clawing at one another in an intense makeout session, Spencer’s hands went to your pants. He unbuttoned and unzipped them, allowing the material to loosen. You moved your hands from Spencer’s chest to your pants. You pulled them down along with your panties, trying to keep your kiss with Spencer as you stepped out of them.

Spencer’s hands immediately grasped your ass, pulling you closer to him as he groped the flesh. His lips moved from yours to your cheek before kissing down your jaw and to your neck. You felt his tongue run along the vein on your neck, causing you to gasp and shiver. He began to nip at your skin as he left small marks. Spencer knew your body better than you could ever know it yourself. The way he felt you up and made his mark on you never failed to turn you on more than you could even fathom.

His left hand traveled along your skin, moving from your butt to your hip and to your cunt. It was slow and deliberate, as though he were teasing you. And indeed, Spencer was teasing you. It was all part of the experiment, you see. He needs to have you hot and bothered, ready for anything he gives you as it would provide him with the best and most accurate results. Only this experiment wasn’t really factual. He just liked to gaslight himself into thinking it is.

Spencer took his middle finger and dragged it along your slit, spreading around your wetness while he continued to kiss your neck. You moaned gently, leaning into Spencer’s touch. “You’re so wet,” Spencer murmured against your skin. He began to rub your clit with his middle finger and pointer finger in circles, drawing out a moan from your lips.

“Spencer,” You whimpered, gripping his shoulder.

Spencer pulled away from your neck, looking at you with a small smirk on his lips as he pleasured you. “Haven’t even done much and you’re already whining my name?” He teased, watching the way you reacted to his fingers. And without any warning, he dipped his fingers into your hole.

You moaned a bit louder, your grip on Spencer’s shoulder tightening. Your walls clenched around Spencer’s fingers as you were surprised by the intrusion. “You can’t just not warn me,” You mentioned shakily.

Spencer chuckled, thrusting his fingers slowly to get you used to the stretch. “You can take my cock without warning but my fingers are too much?” He asked, a joking pout on his lips. “You wound me, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes. “Get over it,” You exclaimed, a small smirk on your lips that quickly vanished when Spencer curled his fingers, hitting your sweet spot dead on. You whined loudly as your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure. “Spencer, oh my god,” You cried out.

“That’s right, baby,” He cooed, thrusting his fingers faster. “I know it feels so good.”

You could feel yourself getting close and it hadn’t even been two minutes since Spencer started. The way he knew how to draw you close to orgasm so quickly was astonishing as you couldn’t even make yourself cum that quickly. You were whining and moaning loudly, looking at Spencer in an intense stare as he looked at you. The scene was entirely pornographic, no wonder you were so close. “I-I’m close, Spencer,” You whimpered out, still holding onto Spencer tightly. You could feel the heat pooling inside of you as your walls got tighter around Spencer’s digits. And just as you were about to cum, Spencer pulled his fingers out of you abruptly, causing you to whine in frustration.

Spencer used his other hand to put his pointer finger to your mouth, hushing you. “None of that,” He murmured as he guided you to the edge of the bed, sitting you down on the mattress. “Lie down for me,” he demanded softly, reaching for his belt buckle and undoing the leather material.

You were breathing heavily, coming down from the intense moment. You were still a bit frustrated that you hadn’t been able to finish but you knew exactly why Spencer didn’t want you to. He needed you wet, hot, and bothered in order to properly conduct this experiment of his. You watched as Spencer undid his pants and tossed them to the side, seeing the outline of his cock in his boxers.

When Spencer was completely undressed, he made his way over to you and stood at the edge of the bed. You looked up at him and pursed your lips jokingly, You were lying on the bed with your arm holding up your head. “So, my amazing doctor,” you began. “What position is up first in your experiment?”

Spencer couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him at your silliness. “If I told you, it wouldn’t be an accurate experiment, now would it?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you with a goofy expression on his face.

You snickered, your heart feeling giddy as you interacted with your boyfriend. It was nice not being so serious during an intimate time. It allowed for a comfortability and a realism that never failed to brighten your mood, all while being extremely turned on.

Spencer didn’t say anything else as he grabbed your legs and pulled you closer to him. “Are you ready, my dear?” He asked.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, my schnookums,” you winked.

Spencer smirked at you as he lifted your legs into a v-shape. You held them up, realizing the position Spencer was putting you into first. You bit your lip in anticipation as he lined himself up to your cunt. He pressed his tip against your clit, causing you both to hiss in pleasure. He thrusted it a few times against your cunt, spreading your slick on his cock. “I love how wet you are for me all of the time,” Spencer said shakily, licking his lips as he looked at your glistening cunt.

You giggled breathily as you looked up at Spencer. “I can’t help it when you’re just you,” You replied smoothly.

Spencer’s lip curled as he brought his cock to your entrance, slowly sinking himself in. You let out a gasp which turned into a moan, suddenly grateful to finally be filled by your boyfriend. He watched you intensely as he bottomed out, curious as to how this position would make you feel. “You okay?” He asked, staying still for a few minutes to allow you time to adjust.

You relaxed against the mattress, still holding your legs up as you adjusted to his length inside of you. “You can move,” you confirmed to Spencer, taking in the feeling of his cock. There was a subtle pain, a stretch that, at this point, felt more pleasurable than painful.

That was all Spencer needed before he pulled his hips back and snapped them back into you. You made a high pitched noise of pleasure, gripping the sheets below you. Spencer held onto your ankles as he thrusted his hips. He slowly gained rhythm, thrusting into you a bit faster.

You moaned with each rut of his cock. The feeling of Spencer’s cock inside of you was wonderful, to say the least. The way his tip always grazed that sweet spot inside of you. And the new position was certainly fun but you couldn’t deny the fact that holding your legs up was getting tiring.

As though he could read your mind, Spencer changed the position. He placed his knees on the mattress, beneath your thighs, and rested your legs on his shoulders, careful to not remove his cock from you. The new position provided you with the ability to rest your legs.

He began moving his hips again, thrusting into you in an up-and-down motion. His cock was hitting your sweet spot dead on and allowed for him to gently thrust against your cervix. Your moans gradually became louder with each thrust as Spencer pounded into you.

“You feel so good,” Spencer grunted, moving his hands to grip your hips as he fucked you. “Wrapped around my cock all pretty.”

You whined at the praise, turning your head to the side as Spencer rutted into you. “Feels so good, Spence,” You mewled, your fingers gripping the sheets tighter than before. “Love your cock so much.”

Spencer moaned at your words, trying not to move faster than he was already going. He wanted to fuck you properly, to lose himself in you, and just make you both finish. But he also knew he wanted to drag it out, to fuck you in the other positions he had in mind. Spencer went back to moving his hips slowly. Sweat formed at his brow. He leaned forward, your legs still rested on his shoulders and his hands planted on the mattress.

In this position, you were able to put your hand on Spencer’s head and grip his hair, tugging at the strands. That action alone caused Spencer to whimper as he tried not to bust right then and there. Spencer reached for your wrist, grabbing it and bringing it down to the mattress. He moved his fingers to intertwine with yours.

“My gorgeous girl,” Spencer purred as he continued his slow but deliberate thrusts. “You’re so perfect.”

“Spencer,��� you moaned softly, meeting Spencer’s eyes.

In that moment, it was just the two of you enjoying the intimacy of one another. The experiment that Spencer was “conducting” didn’t matter when you two were taking in each other. “I love you,” He breathed out, his hips stilling as he pressed himself forward to peck your lips.

The feeling of him moving forward caused you to moan louder as his cock pushed further inside of you. “I love you too,” you whimpered out.

Spencer gave you a soft smile as he pecked your lips once more. “Wonderful,” he replied before removing himself from you and moving your legs down before standing back up. You pouted at the loss of his cock inside of you but didn’t make any noise of protest, knowing it was simply due to changing positions. “Turn on your side for me,” he commanded gently.

You obeyed, turning onto your left side for Spencer. He then spread your legs, straddling your left one as he kneeled on the mattress, and eased himself back into you. Your right leg wrapped around Spencer’s waist. “This,” he breathed out. “Is called the Pretzel,” he claimed, licking his lips as he looked down at you.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Why are sex position names so unsexy?” You asked, rolling your eyes.

Spencer simply shrugged, not quite knowing the answer. It’s only recently that he began reading about sex. Perhaps he’ll find the answer at some point. Without saying another word, he pulled his hips back before thrusting back into you. You made a choked noise of pleasure.

“Feels so good, Spence,” You cried out, closing your eyes and throwing your head back in pleasure. “Love it so much.”

Spencer moaned in response, looking down at you as he fucked you. His hips moved fast, the idea of the experiment briefly getting lost in his mind as he took in the pleasure your cunt provided. “My beautiful girl,” Spencer whimpered out, unable to help the tone of voice. “Wanted to try so many other positions but oh my god,” he moaned, closing his eyes.

You sinfully moaned, the sound bouncing off of the walls of your shared bedroom. The position felt so good as Spencer was buried so deep inside of you, his cock hitting your g-spot perfectly. Spencer’s thrusts got more frantic as he could feel himself getting much closer. The thought of multiple positions left his mind completely as he focused only on you and your cunt wrapped around his cock.

The adrenaline was high between the two of you as your orgasms drew closer. “I’m so close, Spencer,” You mewled, gripping the sheets below you once more. Your abdomen felt as though a spring was being coiled tightly, begging to be released.

“Go on, princess, cum for me, yeah? Not gonna last much longer.” Spencer rasped, keeping the quick pace of his thrusts. He reached his hand down, bringing his fingers to your clit and rubbing circles on the nub.

That was all you needed before you were cursing loudly, the spring coming undone as you clenched your walls around Spencer’s cock. It was dizzying, to say the least. The feeling of Spencer’s cock mixed with his fingers on your clit had you reeling at how pleasurable it felt. That’s how you knew this position was going to become your new favorite.

Spencer’s cock pulsed inside of you as he continued to thrust his hips frantically. And with just a few more thrusts, he released inside of you with a pathetic whine.

Heavy breathing filled the air as you both came down from your orgasms. After a few minutes, Spencer pulled out and laid down next to you on your left side, allowing you both to relax against the mattress. Spencer glanced at you, seeing how you were already looking at him.

“So that one, right?” He whispered, a goofy grin on his face.

You thought for a moment, bringing your fingers to your chin in mock thought before responding. “I’m not sure,” You said, falsely pondering your options. “I think we need to go again to get conclusive data.”

Spencer laughed. “I think you’re absolutely right,” he exclaimed, moving himself back on top of you.

And it was safe to say the two of you definitely did more experimenting.

[fanficriter]

HEYYY CAN WE GET ANOTHER TAMAKI UPDATE PLEASE LOVE YOUR WRITING BUT I NEED SOME MORE OF MY BOY TAMAKI PLEASE 🫶🏻🫶🏻

heehee yes i will ALWAYS write for my man :3

Floor time

Tamaki Amajiki x Reader

this is so stupid and so short but i giggled while writing it so i hope u can giggle reading it

Walking through the halls of the dorms, you were trying to find your boyfriend. You spot his friends, Nejire and Mirio. Walking up to them with a smile, you ask about Tamakis whereabouts.

“Hey guys! You know where Tamaki is?”

You ask with a small smile. Mirio nods.

“Yep! He’s having floor time in his dorm.”

Your head tilts.

“Floor time…?”

By the time you had said the words, they had already walked away.

What in the world was floor time? You make your way to Tamakis dorm to do your own investigating.

Knocking softly on the door of his dorm, you’re met with no reply. You should have expected this much as you didn’t let him know you were coming beforehand and he doesn’t answer the door for strangers. Luckily, he had given you a spare key. You gently open the door…

“Tama..?”

You say softly. His eyes open and look at you, his expression unchanging.

“Hi..”

He says softly. You stare at each other awkwardly for a few seconds then purse your lips in a thin line before you decide to speak.

“What.. what are you doin?”

He blinks at you.

“I’m having floor time.”

“Floor time?”

“Floor time.”

You both exchange another awkward stare.

“Would you like to join me?”

He asks, sounding almost hopeful.

A moment of silence passes until you finally move your feet, walking into the room and shutting the door behind you. You move towards him, lying down on the hard yet surprisingly comfortable floor. More silence, you chose not to disturb it. Tamakis pinkie slowly reaches out and interlocks with yours, you could practically sense the blush on his face. Closing your eyes, you feel yourself start to relax. Focusing on the feeling of the floor beneath you, the sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling outside, you wrap your pinkie around your boyfriends just a little tighter.

You could get used to floor time.

[duskvsdawn]

hewoooo~ i enjoyed reading your writing and saw your open for prompt!! can i request no. 29 with kaelix or sonny (either is fineee) thank soo much

≫ A/N: Heyooo! I'll do this for both of them! Might be a tiny bit OOC for Sonny because I don't know him too well, I hope that's ok! Sorry it took me a bit to get to it, I am kinda losing my groove I suppose. I'm gonna try to finish the last bit in my inbox, and then I might give myself a break or something idk

CW: smut, female reader, dacryphilia 'cause you know that's the whole prompt heehee, reader does some lewd stuff with Sonny and Kaelix (separate), edging (Sonny), overstim (Kaelix), blowjob (Sonny), piv sex (Kaelix), mating press (Kaelix)

Art credits Kaelix. ❤ Art credits Sonny.

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You look so beautiful when you cry

Sonny

You had a plan for tonight, but you weren't going to tell your boyfriend just yet. The two of you were chilling on the couch, watching some tv, when your hand landed on his thigh and you started to caress it. Your boyfriend looked at you with question marks all over his face, but when your hand moved between his thighs, the gears in his head were starting to turn, and he was picking up on what you were planning. You knelt in front of him, and your hands landed on his belt.

"Well, well, well... Now what do we have here?" your boyfriend said as he gently lifted your face up with his thumb and index finger. There was a devious smirk on your face as you took his dick out of his pants to stroke him to full hardness. Sonny's hand landed in your hair, giving it some gentle tugs. After you deemed him ready, you started giving some licks to the tip of his cock, tasting the bitter precum that was slowly starting to ooze out. You took the tip into your mouth as your hand worked the base, and Sonny let out some soft moans as you did so. "Fuck, that's good, baby. Can you take more for me?" your boyfriend asked, and you nodded as a reply since your mouth was kind of occupied right now. You started taking his cock deeper, bobbing your hand up and down. Occasionally you would take his balls into your mouth as your hand stayed busy stroking his cock or playing with the slit.

Your boyfriend was starting to let out louder noises, biting his bottom lip to try and keep quiet. He knew you loved for him to be vocal, but he would always get embarrassed about the kind of sounds he would make when he was so lost in pleasure. One hand went up towards his mouth to pull his lip out from between his teeth, halting your movements for just a few seconds to say, "Let me hear you, please. I need to hear you. I want to know if I'm doing well or not." You knew full well that you were doing well, but you were hoping this could convince your boyfriend to be a little louder with you, and he decided to let you hear it.

You started sucking again, and his grip on your hair tightened, and he was letting out some delicious mewls. You could tell he was slowly getting closer, but you wouldn't let him cum just yet. He didn't know it yet, but he was in for a long, long edging session. "Fuck, I'm close, babe..." Sonny said as his breathing was becoming uneven and the pressure in his lower stomach was slowly starting to build. When you knew his orgasm was so close, you stopped what you were doing and pulled off of him.

Sonny, obviously confused but still trying to catch his breath, looked at you with pleading eyes. "I'm not letting you cum anytime soon, baby. We both know it will only make the orgasm more intense when I eventually do let you," you said as you started moving your hand up and down his dick again when you deemed his orgasm far away enough. "No... No... I'm not sure how much of this I can take today..." your boyfriend pleaded with you. He had such a busy day behind him, and he just wanted to cum so badly, but he knew that once you made up your mind, you were going to do whatever you wanted.

So you edged him. Again, and again, and again, and then some more. Sonny was starting to turn into a whimpering and crying mess. He was crying so much at this point that he thought he was going insane. That delicious edge was coming so close every time, but you would also deny him every time. He was whimpering, pleading for you to please let him cum. "I'm not sure I can at this point. You look so beautiful when you cry," you said with a devious smirk on your face. All Sonny could reply with was more begging. Begging you to please let him cum. That it would feel so good and that he needed it so much. You knew that you had completely broken him with pleasure at this point, so you decided to give him what he wanted.

"I can't... I can't take this anymore. Please let me cum... Please... I am so close... Pleasepleasepleaseplease-" your boyfriend whimpered and squeaked, and in this moment he just looked so delicious to you. You stopped just long enough to say, "Alright then, cum. Now what do we say when we get something we want?" you said and immediately went back to it, keeping the tip in your mouth and working the base with your hand. "I'm gonna- FUCK. FUCK. Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Sonny was pretty much screaming at this point as he released into your mouth, and your hand squeezed tighter to milk him dry of all the cum he had to give you.

All the muscles in Sonny's body relaxed as he fell back onto the couch, his breath so heavy he thought he was going to pass out. You chuckled and moved to sit on his lap, gently taking his head into your hands and running your tongue over his cheeks to lick the tears from them. "Absolutely beautiful," you whispered into his ear, and then you nuzzled your face into his neck. Sonny thought he had died and gone to heaven. The relief that washed over him was so intense. He held you close as he tried to steady his breathing.

Kaelix

Your boyfriend had been following you around the house all day, leaving some heated kisses anywhere he could. He kept whispering in your ears how badly he wanted night to come already so he could shower you in love. It would leave you blushing every time, wondering if he had something special planned for tonight. He kinda did, but he wasn't going to let you in on this little secret yet.

About a week ago, he actually made you cry after he had edged you for like 10 million times. Tears were streaming down your face, so lost to pleasure, but that orgasm being ripped away from you each time made you so frustrated and that much more sensitive. It had looked so absolutely beautiful to him, and it amplified his own pleasure as well, so he was desperate to see you fall apart like this once more.

Night came, and after the two of you had gotten ready for bed, he was quick to push you onto your back and pull you into a needy French kiss. You moaned into his mouth, wrapping your arms around him to pull him closer. "Fuck, baby. I need you so bad. And I want to make you cum so many times you'll lose count. I need to see you cry again," your boyfriend admitted, and finally, it clicked into your mind why your boyfriend had been so needy for you all day. "Now all you've been doing today makes sense. I'm not complaining in the slightest, though," you replied with a giggle as you pulled him in for another kiss.

The two of you got undressed, and your boyfriend put you into a mating press, knowing full well that that was one of your favourite positions ever. He wasted no time getting inside of you, noticing you were impatient and you just wanted to get to it already. When he pushed in in one swift motion, both of you moaned in unison. Your boyfriend started moving his hips, going faster and deeper over time. You held him close, holding on for dear life as he was dicking you down like only he could do. He knew your body so well, and he knew exactly which spots to hit to get you to let out such erotic moans that he savoured every time he heard them.

You wanted to cum so bad, and luckily for you, your boyfriend would love to do nothing more than to see you apart, and he knows just how to do it. He angles his hips downwards, making his dick rub against your clit to get you closer and closer. As you bite his shoulder, you cum hard. But your boyfriend is not done with you. He keeps moving, overstimulating you to hell and back while he attempts to give you another orgasm. Kaelix kisses you in between grunts because, dear god, he wants to cum so bad too. But he was going to hold himself back for now, until he would get you to orgasm #2.

You could feel said orgasm approaching you like a freight train, and your boyfriend could tell with how hard your pussy was sucking him in, never wanting to let go of his cock. He angled his hips downwards once more and got busy leaving a hickey on your neck. After he let go of your neck and gave you such a seductive smirk, you came once more, the bouncer following soon after. You could feel his warm and sticky seed paint your walls white, and you were on cloud nine, trying to come down from your high.

But nope, you weren't allowed to. Your boyfriend, still being firm inside of you, set his own overstimulation aside to give you another mind-blowing orgasm. So that's what he did. Over and over again until you were weeping and whimpering in overstimulation, absolutely lost in pleasure. You wanted it to stop, but at the same time, you didn't. It felt so good, and you were so delirious that you didn't know up from down. All that you knew was him, and only him.

"God, look at you crying for me, baby. You look so incredibly pretty right now, fuck-" your boyfriend said as he leaned forward to lick away your tears, which just kept spilling from your eyes. "Kaelix... I can't do it anymore... I can't... I'm... So exhausted..." you sobbed in between his harsh thrusts. You felt like you were kind of zoning out at this point, the pleasure so overwhelming that you were at the same time getting kind of desensitised to it.

"C'mon, you can give me one more, can't you? Let go just one more time. I need to feel you clamp down on my cock one more time." your boyfriend whined, him being close to tears himself from overstimulation but he would never admit it. But you could tell, you knew him too well after all. A single tear left his eye, and collecting your final strength, one hand reached up to wipe that tear away and lick it from your finger. And this was so incredibly hot to your boyfriend that he released inside of you, close to screaming your name. Feeling him fill you up sent you over the edge as well, letting out such a loud moan that sounded way whinier than you ever wanted it to.

Your boyfriend collapsed next to you and put his head onto your boobs, trying to catch his breath for a solid minute as you did the same. You were both so incredibly spent. You couldn't move a muscle. So, you were just stuck there, swimming in a pool of cum and your own release. You thought it was gross, but you had no strength left to take care of it now. Oh well, there is always tomorrow. Your boyfriend had already fallen asleep, and you followed soon after.

[winterrrnight]

what’s stopping rafe from letting reader carve her initials on his v line ??? lowk might need a fic like this tbh

oh my god I love this so so much here is a blurb for you beautiful <3 i 100% see pogue!reader giving rafe a stick and poke tattoo of that heehee (especially maybank!reader cause r definitely learnt how to do these from JJ :p) let me know your thoughts on it ml! 💚

you give rafe a stick and poke tattoo of your initials on his v line <3 a rafe x pogue!maybank!gn!reader blurb <3 cw: established relationship, minimal usage of nicknames and swear words, usage of needles and giving a stick and poke tattoo, a very small mention of bleeding, I did research on how these are done cause I had no idea lol so if anything is wrong please forgive me 🤠🙏🏼

“really? you’d let me do that?”

“yeah sure, why not?”

you couldn’t believe your ears. it was just another night for you at tannyhill, you and rafe under his covers snuggled close to each other as you rested your head on his chest, your fingernails softly dragging across his torso. your fingers had just reached his prominent v line that was showing because his shorts were hanging low, and as you gently scratched it, your mind couldn’t help but think how enticing your initials carved against his skin would look. so, you asked him, and mentally prepared to get your idea straightaway rejected, but he complied, too quickly, and that definitely excited you.

you practically jumped off your bed to get your bag that you always brought with you each time you came to tannyhill and got your supplies out.

“you carry that with you all the time?” he asked amusedly as he saw you sit back down on the bed with your supplies.

“of course,” you said with a deadpan look. what kind of question is that?

rafe only chuckled and shook his head, watching you intently as you prepared everything for it – which wasn’t a lot, a disinfectant and a cotton pad, the bottle of ink, the needle, and a small container of vaseline – but you were definitely more hygienic when it came to stick and poke tattoos than your brother, who just straightaway dove into it.

you gently cleaned the area on his v line where you wanted to tattoo your initials with the disinfectant, and then got to etching the tattoo. you were slow, and careful. you kept on taking regular looks at rafe to see if he was in any sort of pain, but he was taking it like a champ, barely letting out any noises at the stinging of the needle. you kept your steady speed up, and carefully etched your initials, separated by a period mark.

“and done,” you smiled as you lifted your head from your bending position over his leg, and gently cleaned around the area and wiped the small drops of blood with the help of vaseline.

“whoa,” rafe muttered as he saw your initials on his v line, the ink black against his fair skin.

“you like it?” you asked with a smirk as you cleared your supplies and kept them back in.

“oh i love it,” he said softly, his gaze fixed at the initials. “that’s hot, like really motherfuckin’ hot,”

you softly laughed, shaking your head as you leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his skin right next to the tattoo.

“now you’re all marked up.”

— —

I WANNA MARK RAFE LIKE THAT HELLOW???

[3d-wifey]

PLEASE PLEASE I NEED A READER WHO'S JUST AS MUCH OF A FERAL FREAK AS LOGAN JUST IDC WHAT HER MUTATION IS, JUST MAKE IT ANIMALISTIC SO THEY CAN HAVE FREAK NASTY SMUT

Back to the Kitty (Cus She's Kinda Pretty)

Pairing: Logan James "The Wolverine" Howlett x Lynx!reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: smut heehee, uh munch logan supremacy, hybrid au (?), NSFW, NSFT

A/N: This has been my man since 2000 and I was only born in 2004, I'm so happy he's fucking FINALLY GETTING LOVE GOD DAMN. Reader is implied to be black but you can still read it if you aren't, as always. Also, it's been shown in canon again and again that Logan is weak to the whims of a pretty woman, especially early Logan, so dont give me no goddamn lip about this being unrealistic.

Tags: @yvy1s @innercreationflower

Logan stares at the wooden door long after Summers leaves. He scoffs, irritated. Something about the Boy Scout rubs him the wrong way. He rolls his eyes. "Prick."

"I see you've met Scott." Logan spins around, and sees… No one. There couldn't be another telepath rummaging around in his head. Between one blink and the next, a woman appears on what's supposed to be his bed. "He's not so bad once you get to know him. Then again, he's not so good either. He's a real mixed bag."

Logan gapes at the relaxed figure lounging on his bed. His senses snap to attention—your scent is all over his room as if it's always been there.

Your heartbeat is fast but steady. He sniffs. Your scent, cool like snow, makes him nostalgic for the Canadian wilderness. It’s tinged with something familiar—an intrinsic note of his own scent. Something he caught on that Sabertooth freak earlier. Animalistic. 

Feral.

As he takes in your appearance, memories of the wilderness flash through his mind. He'd heard stories about people, people like them living off the grid, protecting wildlife and using their powers to evade detection. Maybe you were one of them. A guardian of the wild, hidden from civilization up till now. Maybe he was too.

"What the hell is going on here?" Logan grits his teeth, sick and tired of surprises. You tilt your head, pointed ears twitching, the black tufts catching his attention.

You're lying on your stomach, facing him. Your knees are bent, ankles crossed and swinging.

"You teleport in here or something?" He takes cautious steps towards you, spotting the sharply curved claws in place of toenails—easy weapons. One good kick could slit his throat.

A mix of gray and beige fur trails up from the front of your feet, all the way up your thighs to disappear past the leg of your shorts. It's the same shade as the hair on your head.

"Nope." You barely acknowledge him, grooming the fur along your forearm like one of those big cats. He lingers on the movement, intrigued. The slight tilt of your head, long pink tongue peaking out as it travels the length of your forearm to your knuckles and then back again, holds his attention. "I've been here the whole time.”

“I would’ve smelled you." 

“But ‘ya didn’t,” you chuckle and it feels like you’re rubbing it in his face.

“That's impossible.” He scoffs, shaking his head. 

Sharp, amber eyes lock onto him, reflective and cat-like. He freezes, instincts on edge, the hair on his nape standing as vertical pupils assess him coolly. 

Logan’s eyes flicker away to the exit—only for a split second. But when he looks back, the bed is empty. He whips around to the door, heart pounding in confusion because it's…it's still closed.

Where—? 

“How the hell—”

His jaw doesn't drop but it's a near damn thing. This is freaky, freakier than the regular freakiness he's come to expect after walking into this school.

"Still here." You purr from behind him, the sound of your voice sending a shiver down his spine. He turns back, and there you are again, lounging like you never moved. He takes a deep breath, trying, and failing, to steady himself. 

"You mind explaining how you're doing that?" He asks, hoping he sounds more annoyed than unsettled. He can tell by the playful glint in your eye that he doesn't. 

“And if I do mind?” You say, but he doesn’t rise to the bait, which is what this all is, he realizes. You smirk. "I told you, boy. I've been here the whole time. Long enough to see you strike out with Jeanie."

Logan scowls more at the mention of Jean than being called ‘boy’. Just what he needs—another reminder of the happy couple. 

But how had he missed you? Jean wasn't that distracting. It gnaws at him. He doesn’t like it, the idea of his senses betraying him.

"Yeah, well, it's not exactly easy getting a read on you when you’re playing hide and seek."

You tilt your head, studying him. "Maybe you’re just not looking hard enough."

"Or maybe…” He steps closer, his instincts screaming at him to stay on guard despite your eyes compelling him to do otherwise. “You're just really good at hiding."

Your eyes meet his, a challenge in your gaze that he's not sure he's the right guy to take on. "Then I guess you'll have to get better at seeking.”

Logan's mind races as he processes the confrontation. He isn't used to feeling off balance, the one on the back foot. Usually, he's the one doing the intimidating, the one making others question their next move. 

But with you, it's different. There's a raw, untamed energy about you that draws him in and sets him on edge at the same time. You're not just another mutant, he knows that much. Like none he's ever met before; you're something more, something savage that mirrors the part of himself he tries to keep under control. The part that craves the hunt, the chase.

He comes to stand near the bed, slowly reaching out to check if you're real or just some kind of projection. You stare up at him, amused, and allow his calloused hand to meet the warm skin of your shoulder.

"I don't understand," Logan mutters and it feels like admitting defeat.

"I didn't want you to see me. So you didn't." You shrug, and even that looks graceful. It takes him a second to get there, but it dawns on him in much the same way your sudden appearance did. Some kind of mental camouflage. Not like prey blending in to hide, but a predator lying in wait before striking.

"But I couldn't even smell you anymore." It's one thing to trick his mind, but it should be impossible to trick his nose. He bares his teeth. "I've had enough of people messing with my head."

You say nothing. Instead, you grin, baring your own teeth right back and revealing elongated canines that glint under the low light. His eyes are drawn to their sharp edges. They're sharper than his own. How easily could you sink them into something? He wagers it wouldn't take much effort at all.

"Down, boy." You cackle, not even doing his ego the service of pretending to be threatened. "Unless you wanna see whose bite is really worse than their bark." You raise a brow at him expectantly.

He scowls, crossing his arms. He's not backing down, but something about this whole encounter is throwing him off. Your self-assuredness is doing something to him, and he's not sure what to make of it.

He regards you warily, taking slow measured steps around the bed. "So… What’s your deal? You’re not a teleporter or a telepath? Great. Then what the hell are you?"

"Hm," You hum deep in your chest, resting your chin on your palm as you track his movements. He figures you aren't gonna maul him in his own room. "Don't worry, your nose isn't failing you," you snort, and his confidence in you not being a telepath drops significantly. "I cloaked myself. Completely. Not even the professor can find me if I don't want him to. I can even trick all that fancy tracking technology. So don't feel too bad."

It's a bunch of smoke and mirrors. Well, it's better than you messing with his head. Impressive too.

"Huh. How 'bout that." He licks his lips and holds out a hand. "Name's Logan."

"I heard." You take his hand in your surprisingly strong grip, turning it palm down instead of shaking it. "I was curious about the new guy. Wanted to see if you'd be worth holding my attention." You drag a feather-light finger along his knuckles, circling them, then rubbing the almost perpetually red divots where his claws are hidden. For whatever reason, he lets you. The barely there touch makes the hair on his arm stand up, fingers twitching in your hold. He only just fights back the desire to lean into it.

"S’that so?" He smirks. "And what do you think now that you've seen me?"

"Well, first impressions, I'm not disappointed." Those stunning eyes rove over him, lingering on the sweatpants he borrowed. He preens under your gaze, understanding Scott even less now. Don't get him wrong, Jean seems like a great girl. But how could he possibly see a woman like you and leave you to your lonesome? Hell, his loss is Logan's gain. Slim couldn't handle you anyway. "But the rest depends."

"On?"

"You. I've been so bored here. Keeping clean, prowling the straight and narrow. What do you say, Logan?" You purr, bringing your free hand up to ghost over his leg, and the muscles in his thigh flex under your touch. "You think you can keep me entertained?"

He arches a brow. "You got a name?" He husks, at some point coming close enough to stand over you.

"No," you reply, his brows furrowing in response. Though he guesses he's got no room to judge. He only knows his name because of his dog tags. "The kids just call me Lynx, for whatever that's worth. Guess it stuck.”

"I can see why." He looks you over, taking you and all your curves in as you rise up to your knees to sit on your haunches. You're wearing a tank. A very thin tank. He can see the shape and heft of your tits, and even though you feel far from cold, he can see the white fabric rubbing against your hard nipples. The name fits you, but Minx would've been his suggestion. "And... What exactly do you do around here? Other than skulking in other people's rooms." He asks, not masking his curiosity.

You pull him onto the bed beside you. He doesn't bounce but the springs squeak under his weight.

He can’t picture you teaching those little brats anything. Maybe you could teach them how to gut a man like a pig, but something tells Logan that might just offend the professor’s sensibilities.

Your top lip pulls up into a snarl, a predator's smile, it draws him in instead of warning him away.

"I'm not too good at the whole guiding the minds of our future thing. For now, I have to hone my powers and learn how to integrate back into proper society." If the wording wasn't enough to tell Logan you're copying Chuck word for word, then the accent you put on does the trick.

Your grip on his hand tightens, pressing a hidden pressure point. Logan’s breath catches as his claws unsheathe, the metallic sound slicing through the air. His eyes lock onto yours, trying to read the intention behind this sudden, intimate maneuver. He smells it instead—musky, semi-sweet—and heat pools low in his stomach, hardening him against his thigh.

You shift, straddling him with feline grace, knees on either side of his hips. His free hand instinctively grips your waist to steady you, though it's clear you don't need his help.

Your long tongue runs along his knuckles—warm, wet, and a little rough. He exhales heavily at the sensation.

His mouth drops open with a pant, watching closely. You trail the muscle up the blades—he shouldn't feel it so viscerally, but he does. He can practically feel the flicks of your tongue in his damn spine—and he smells the rich iron in the air before he sees crimson bleed along his claws.

He can smell you getting wetter too. Whether it's from the blood or the sharpness of his claws is anyone's guess. Logan's hold on you tightens, his hand sliding to your lower back as he pulls you closer, a low growl rumbling in his chest

He watches, fascinated, as your split tongue knits itself back together. It's bizarre, witnessing such rapid healing on someone else. The sight stirs something primal within him.

Blood drips down your chin, a stark contrast against your skin. 

He wants to follow it. So he does, pushing into your space to chase it up your chin and into your mouth.

You gasp, soft and sweet, at the contact, your hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer. Running, thankfully, dull nails along his scalp. The metallic taste mingles with the warmth of your mouth as he kisses you deeply, a groan sitting low in his throat.

The kiss, meanwhile, isn't soft or sweet. It's biting and bitter with the taste of your blood, mixing with his own when you bite his bottom lip, fangs piercing the meat as easily as he predicted they would. It makes his head hazy with some kind of bloodlust. Or maybe just regular lust. The two are more intertwined now than ever before. At least as far as Logan can remember, which admittedly isn't saying much. He's got no idea how to begin separating them and he doesn’t want to.

He doesn’t remember the last time he's tasted blood other than his own. It makes him groan as he squeezes the fat around your hips in a bruising grip—hard enough to make you moan. He knows you can handle it, handle him.

You pull away, a string of pink saliva connecting your lips to his.

Something kicks Logan into gear, and, without really thinking about the movement, he leans back down, his lips brushing against your chin to lap up the rest of the blood.

"You showed me yours; only fair I show you mine." You unsheathe your own claws, as pretty and deadly as you are. They're about two inches long and even sharper than those teeth.

"Now, how the hell did they manage to domesticate a wild thing like you?" In this pristine and civilized place, you stand out even more than he does. For a creature like you, it must be akin to captivity.

You laugh, though it sounds closer to a chuff. "I was out in the wilderness, hiding the lynxes from poachers and loggers." You say, hooking a claw in the zipper of his hoodie and tugging it down, exposing his bare chest and stomach to your exploring hands. "Saved as many as I could. Spent years out there like that."

“And the professor found you?" Logan asks, intrigued despite himself and despite all the blood in his head rushing to his dick.

"Eventually," you nod, a hint of a smirk playing on your lips, what he's beginning to think is their natural state. "But not before a lot of poachers ended up dead, wondering why they couldn't find a single lynx."

"You hid them," Logan says, tilting his head back. You don't hesitate to take the bait, swooping down to stitch your lips to his neck. You bite more than you suck, breaking skin as you go and not letting how fast the wounds disappear deter you from making more. He grunts, bucking hips coaxed by your own.

"You're not the only one hiding out from the metal man." Your lips drag against his skin as you speak. Lips and teeth and tongue and—

"Fuck." He hisses. His hips buck again and you meet the movement head-on, swiveling your hips like you're riding a bull.

Magneto wants you too then, Logan thinks, dazed.

"So what?" He breathes, dragging the both of you further up the bed, "Now you're fighting the good fight for animals and mutants?"

"Something like that. Don't tell Xavier, but it really just came down to Jean and Oruro being more persuasive than that big brute Magneto sent for me."

He laughs. "I can believe it."

"Now," you grind your hips down, hitting the perfect angle, "do you wanna hear my life story, or do you wanna fuck me?" You say with a grunt. And when you put it like that, the choice is pretty fucking clear.

He twists around, switching your position with you on your back and him hovering over you.

You've got a mischievous look in your lidded eyes as you hump each other through your clothes, sinking your nails into his ass. He flinches, thrusting against you hard enough to push you up the bed, and snarls in your face.

You laugh as he flips you onto your stomach and yanks your hips up. Moans sprinkle through when he presses up against your ass, dick grinding into you. He can feel how hot you are through your thin shorts. You're soaked, enough to turn the fabric of his sweats a darker gray.

Just the smell of you is straining the cotton around his dick, he wants—no needs more. So he leans down, gripping your shorts and ripping a hole down the middle, finding you wetter than he imagined.

You gasp, peeking over your shoulder at him, but he's already on the move. 

He mumbles a gruff fuck as he watches your pussy clench around nothing. He goes to pull himself out but thinks of a better idea.

He wants your cunt in his mouth and he tells you as much. You smirk, more fang than gum, and sway your hips side to side, like you're daring him to take what he wants. He does.

He buries his nose in your snatch and takes a whiff, you moan, grinding back against his face, leaving slick on his nose and cheeks. He lets you, encourages it, even, by gripping your hips and growling deep in his chest. Fur soft where his facial hair is rough, sticking in wet peaks from how much your cunt is drooling.

He sticks his tongue out, not as long as yours, but long enough to get the job done as he buries it into you. Coaxing out more slick and cum as your fluttering warmth squeezes him. 

“Logan,” You moan into his pillow, likely leaving it wet with licking and biting, the same way he's planning on leaving the blanket under you wet with your cum. He grinds against the bed, letting his own need build steadily in his gut and up his spine, the animalistic urge to devour you stronger than anything else.

The taste of you, as heady as you smell, settles heavily on his tongue and down his throat as you rock back and forth, twisting and whining like the wild thing you are.

He leans back just enough to take one of your pussy lips into his mouth, sucking as you take in hitching breaths above him, moving to the other side to give it the same treatment, before circling back to your clit.

He spits on your fluttering hole, licking it back up, and spitting again and he almost thinks you came then and there from how loud you get.

Your thighs are shaking and you're wet enough for him to skip to two fingers right away. He pushes his spit, and his scent, deep into you, stretching you around his thick fingers as he bites at the back of your thighs. You arch your back like a, well, like a cat in heat.

He fucks you on his fingers hard enough that your body shakes with each thrust. He feels the rapid build-up inside of you, shaking and fluttering as he mumbles against your clit about how good you taste and smell, how wet you are for him. 

He feels you come as much as he sees it, your body locking up before abruptly loosening. He pets your flank, “Atta girl.” His voice is rougher than before as you twitch. Soaking his fingers as you lazily hump his hand, making little gasps and whines that he would have thought of as wounded if he didn’t feel how tightly your walls are gripping him.

You lift your head, something satisfied yet still challenging in your amber eyes that makes his hands go to pull his pants down, using your slick to stroke himself, and he knows his pillow will be littered with puncture marks from your teeth and claws, the thought is enough to make him twitch in his hand, a bead of pre that he swipes with his thumb.

He pauses before offering his finger to you, knowing he made the right choice of staying here when you wrap plump lips around his thumb, hollowing your cheeks and sucking like it's his dick.

You pull back, just enough to lick the mixture of the both of you off of his palm, mumbling a demand. “Fuck me, Logan.”

And who is he to deny you when you’re looking at him like that? Wet and wild, curves and claws wrapped up in golden fur like a gift, just for him.

He smirks, “Yes, ma’am.”

[cosmowgyral]

Falling into Sin with the Black Tiger ~ Gilbert's 4th Birthday

▪︎ Chapter 2

This is a fan translation so please don't expect it to be 100% accurate. Creative liberties have been taken. All content belongs to Cybird. Reblogs are appreciated. Hope you enjoy!

Gilbert: Ahaha, I was found right away.

The moment I heard a voice from behind me, I was embraced by a cold body.

When I turned around and looked up, there was not a trace of remorse on Gilbert’s face.

Emma: Is work going well for you?

Gilbert: Today my work is to look after you.

Gilbert: But, taking others’ opinions on account while deciding on a present, that’s not good, little rabbit.

(You’ve been watching me all this time.)

I felt both embarrassed and giddy, and my cheeks relaxed.

Emma: But, I don’t know much about gemstones.

Emma: I want to choose something good as it’s a gift for you, Gil. But I don’t know what is good or bad.

Gilbert: Then I’ll teach you.

Emma: That would take the fun out of it.

Gilbert: That’s not true. Rather, you can now go on a date with me, so it’s more fun, right?

(Surely, that’s a possible way to think about it?)

My face becomes sloppier as Gilbert asks me to “enjoy our date”.

(It might be better to wait and see his reaction while choosing.)

Emma: If that’s the case, may I ask you a favour?

Gilbert: Heehee, with pleasure. I’m glad.

Gilbert: I was worried you might try to rely on someone other than me again.

(He really is a troublesome villain.)

I walk through the town, holding Gilbert’s cold hand tightly.

Emma: Which gemstone is your favourite, Gil?

Gilbert: I’ve never considered it.

Emma: Obsidian or something….

Gilbert: Heehee, isn’t that a bit too simple?

Emma: You always give them to me.

Gilbert: I just want to dye you in my colours. It’s not about likes or dislikes or anything like that.

I showed him one gem after another, closely watching his reaction, but there was no change in his refreshing smile.

Gilbert: Which gemstone is your favourite?

Emma: …..When you ask me that, I don’t know what to say.

Gilbert: Right?

(All gemstones are beautiful and sparkly…but my favourite….)

What caught my eye was a rose-red gemstone with a matching blue stone.

(…Maybe I just like Gilbert rather than the gemstones.)

Gilbert: Hey, aren’t you tired from walking? Let’s take a break.

Emma: Uh…that’s right! Let’s do that.

I was so embarrassed that my voice came out higher than usual.

Gilbert gave out a small snort and went to a nearby food stall.

He ordered food so naturally that it was hard to believe he was part of the royal family. Then he promptly received the dishes.

Gilbert: Here you go.

Emma: Thank you. This is?

Gilbert: Dampfnudel…a kind of steamed bread that sells well this time of the year.

Gilbert: There are a variety of sauces but I ordered two kinds, a sweet one and a weird one.

(This is the first time I'm seeing this. It’s a standard thing in Obsidian.)

We sat down next to each other on a nearby bench and I immediately took a bite of the bread smothered in the sweet sauce.

Emma: Mmmm, it’s fluffy, chewy, and delicious!

Gilbert: What about the weird one?

I opened my mouth obediently to take a bite of the bread offered to me by Gilbert, and the sweet and spicy taste balanced well on my tongue.

Emma: It’s so spicy that it warms up my cold body right away.

Gilbert: Heehee, your thoughts are so cute and honest, aren’t they?

Emma: I’d like to hear your thoughts as well, Gil.

To return the favour, when I bring the steamed bun to Gilbert’s mouth, he bites it off all at once, along with my fingers.

(I..thought I was done for….I don’t feel the cold anymore, it’s actually getting hotter.)

Gilbert: They’re delicious, but….I’ve become tamed by your sweets, you know.

Gilbert: Eating street food makes me miss it.

Emma: That’s an honour.

Gilbert: Will you bake me a cake for my birthday again?

Emma: Of course. Not just cake, but lots of other foods too. Do you have any requests?

Gilbert: You’re always like that.

Emma: For your birthday, I want to pack in as many as your ‘number one’ things as possible.

Gilbert: Hmm…..

Gilbert: I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and I really think that right now is the happiest I’ve been in my life.

Gilbert leans in and rests his head on my shoulder.

Gilbert: It’s not that I’m being shy or considerate.

Gilbert: But what you want, you want me to be more selfish than this, right?

Emma: That’s right.

Gilbert: To bother me like this…

Emma: I’m sorry. But I won’t say ‘you don’t have to think about it’.

(Gilbert always thinks about his country and other people, but never about himself.)

(That’s why, when asked ‘what do you want?’, I knew you couldn’t answer.)

(People who don’t know how to live selfishly, are confused, worried, and at a loss for words.)

(I want you to be very selfish.)

Emma: I’ll wait as long as it takes for an answer.

Gilbert: Little rabbit, you have a mean look on your face.

Emma: That’s because I’m the fiancée of a great villain.

Gilbert laughed and quietly closed his eyes.

Spending casual time listening to the peaceful hustle and bustle of the crowd was blissful, and yet I felt a little pain.

*scene shifts to the dining room in the palace*

Emma: Lies….

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I just wanna ramble about the Team Torque episode all in one post so thoughts below the cut for people who wanna listen to the chaos on their own. Would recommend- I'll say that up here cause it was such a fun mess 😭

Okay just some of my fav things or things I wanna touch on:

Alex just constantly teasing/dunking on Oscar 😭😭 He really is just giving off older brother vibes with all of these new young drivers

I think technically Alex is gen z... or he's right at the cut off with what year he was born... but he has never seemed more out of touch/lost then we you smash him next to those two chaotic gen z babies. Not in a bad way- he was just giving me suffering millennial vibes for half of that thing and making me laugh

Logan and Oscar are both so lame 😭 like them just being like 'idk we sat in our rooms,' they didn't have any answers to the questions- they are ridiculous! Do they just both power down after the race weekend and then just reactivate when it's time to get on the plane?? I love them dearly.

Touching back on the room thing... Alex insinuating they're staying in the same room, sleeping together........ ALEX PLEASE.

All the drivers stuck in the same hotel?? Chaos. One of you leak the footage. I know something crazy is happening somewhere.

Logan and Alex talking about golfing and teasing Oscar about not playing, heehee

Alex's 'hear me out' about the Cars' character a;ldkfj;sdl

Oscar just being exasperated and asking if this is how these always go 😭 Williams I need you to drop the cut footage, I'll watch it all trust.

The talk of the babies in F4 together and then Alex saying he watched them in F3 🥹

WHY DID THEY KEEP TALKING ABOUT CRASHING. Like Alex, Logan, after the luck you've had stoP

And finally everyone teasing Oscar about being a napper

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tged webtoon ep 168 spoilers and thoughts that IM NOT LATE WITH FOR ONCE! KIND OF! YAY! and more below the cut

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OKAY. OKAY CAN WE TALK ABOUT THESE TWO PANELS WITH LLOYD AND JAVIER REALLY REALLY QUICK. i would save this for the end of the post since its closer to the end but im super impatient okay what else can i say. LOOK AT THE WAY JAVIER IS LOOKING AT HIM

HE IS LOOKING AT HIM SO DAMN FONDLY. WHAT THE FUCK. THERE IS WARMTH IN THAT GAZE I SWEAR TO GOD IM NOT CRAZY. "you're such a terrible person" AND HES LOOKING AT HIM LIKE THAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. crazy. CRAZY.

the adaptor knew what they were doing . i swear it . like "yeah thats MY evil boyf. he's back to being evil and lively and his perfect bastard self." I SWEAR IT I SWEAR IM NOT CRAZY

this is proof of llovier. im so serious dont even joke lads

back to the top!

not much to say here lloyds expression is just so real sobs yeah . yeah,,, older gens having goofy ass back and forths over things that really arent the main issue here is universal

like i dont quite remember what season theyre in now but its past winter by this point and based on the two panels showing the time of day they had to have been arguing about this for AT LEAST FOUR HOURS 😭 LIKE WHAT THE FUCK (idk how accurate that estimate is im notoriously bad at time but still. a long fucking time) these BUFFOONS

also lloyd being dramatic as hell is so fucking silly HAHAHAHAHHAA

AND THEN THE LORDS FUCKING STARING AT HIM WHEN HE BRINGS UP THAT HE HAS AN IDEA. HELPPP all eyes on lloyd now !!! what brilliant idea do u have next thats absolutely totally not secured through lowkey social engineering!

so so SO happy w how confident he looks here heehee :3 whats with the pose tho lol is that a reference? maybe?

anyway they plan to make a train thru the pantara mountains? vantara? pan,,, idk what the correct translation is ive seen vantara and pantara

also lloyd just knowing exactly how to talk to those old ass political lords and understanding how to string them along idk what it is but i really really like that, it makes sense to me personally

i figure that thats probably something suho just Had to pay attention to back in korea, idk how korean politics works exactly but i imagine the principle of "person in charge can make or break a lot of things" still stands

so like it'd make sense that he pays attention to whoevers in charge of the finance stuff, which political figures care about money, and where that money goes, bc if they fuck with the funds for education thatll directly screw him over. idk if korea has financial aid but whatever equivalent that is that allows suho to get scholarships n stuff so he can stay afloat, if someone comes into power that will negatively affect his odds of getting that funding, he'll need to know and prepare! though maybe this is reaching a little too deep it might not be That Serious lmfao

again i really like how many of these confident / plotting expressions have been showing up IM SOO SO SO HAPPYYYY my schemer my little scheming guy he's BACK HES BACK

the two of them also look really really nice here in these two panels for some reason. i think im going crazy. i dont know why i like these panels its just. !??!?!?!?!??! like javiers hair is completely messy but idk i just ?!?!?!?!? im completely aro so its not like an attraction or anything but idk!?!??!?!?!

finally our first look at the overworld demons!!! these two kiddos seem super cute i really hope they dont . misunderstand or anything and that lloyd and javier can have some fun and heartwarming moments with them,,,, more sillies and soft fluff please!!!!! thats all i ask!!!!

okay that's all! not much to say this episode is just really really cozy to me. ok well as cozy as "lloyd frontera making evil expressions" can get LMFAO it feels like build up into the next section and im really excited to see what he's gonna do with this train idea and with the overworld demons...!!!!!

there was a notice at the end of the ep that the artist is taking a small break for their health so no ep next week, but there'll be one the week after i believe. we must be patient!!! rest well artist!!!!

that's it ill see yall in. two weeks? ill probably have some other yap post for the hiatus week idk, it depends on how my schoolwork goes. see yall then!!!!

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shiftyposting getting me shiftypilled so another shifty and warito scenario for you: if shifty were featured in He'll Eat Your Grunkle Alright, i figure they'd have been the only one who got to see wari'to transform and eat jimmy snakes. one wordless glance of "please dont tell them" before wari'to shrinks back to normal.

HEEHEE..... feel my disease. I like this..... Shifty has super mixed feelings about seeing wari'to transform. On one hand, that's a monster fucking his uncledad. On the other, when wari'to gives him That Look, shifty immediately understands what's being asked. Because they've been there. It's not their secret to tell. If anything it probably encourages them to be a little more empathetic toward wari'to. I don't doubt there's a fear that they'll hold it over ri'to's head since Nicky has been so hostile to him, but they never actually do anything about it except sometimes Look at him. The most they would do, if they were able to get ri'to alone, is ask him very bluntly if he intends to hurt Stan. And when the answer is obviously no, Shifty says good. Bc otherwise I'll kill you. And they let Themselves show a little bit. Pincer-fangs curling out. Just enough to say "hey, I'm like you. There's something terrible under my skin, too. I'm trusting you to keep that secret like I'm keeping yours." while also giving ri'to a shovel talk LOL

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pretty lips — park jihyo

pairing: park jihyo x reader

genre: bff!jihyo, but they have a crush on each other heehee, they’re having a sleepover, y/n has a sex dream, wlw smut, dom!jihyo……, men dni

word count: 957

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a/n: hiiii sorry if it’s not the best, i’m new to writing wlw smut :( feedback is appreciated i hope you enjoy <3

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“kiss me again, jihyo. i dare you.” you sigh in relief

“i want you to kiss me until i feel light headed. until i can’t breathe. until my body goes numb and i can’t feel anything else.” you pause briefly

“i need you to touch me. i want you to go as far as possible with me because i need this. i want you to make me forget about every other person i have been with.” you exhale, your chest moving up and down rapidly

and all jihyo does is look back at you, with a look on her face that’s just trying to figure you out

it doesn’t take long before you realize what jihyo’s thinking; does y/n want this? is this what you’ve been waiting for?

but jihyo doesn’t ask you anything

you’re always one step ahead, jihyo knows that you know the questions running through her own head

and jihyo knows your answer to those questions

“i want you, y/n” jihyo responds hurriedly

you smirk and lean in towards jihyo and capture her lips

and jihyo feels your smile tugging at the corner of your lips

as your shared kiss gets messier and deeper, jihyo moans in your mouth as your fingers run through her dark short hair

your hands move to the small of her back, grabbing her ass quickly before moving your hands to her hips

jihyo pulls away from your lips and moans in response

jihyo kneels on the bed hovering over you, leaning down slightly to get face to face

deciding to test the waters, jihyo pulls on your shirt to take it off

“fuck me, jihyo” you whisper to her, and she flashes you a grin

you giggle, kissing her hard before she pushes you against the bed

jihyo removes her soft pink plump lips from yours, moving down to your neck and your moans is all she hears

jihyo can’t help but notice how soft and beautiful your skin is, feeling as if she shouldn’t leave you with any marks

but still, she does it anyway. she kisses and sucks your neck repeatedly

when jihyo bites your neck in the midst of it all, you hiss

but not from the pain, but because you liked it. and jihyo knows it.

“fuck” you mutter quickly, your hands squeeze jihyo’s hips, as she continues to use her teeth

she pulls away from your neck to see all the lovebites she’s leaving you with

“you like that?” she purrs, giving small pecks to your neck

“mmhm” you moan, and jihyo faces you again, smirking before she grabs the hem of your shirt and takes it off

jihyo scoffs in amusement when she sees you’re not even wearing a bra underneath

she palms your breasts together, causing you to moan

when jihyo looks at you, you look back at her, and without saying anything she knows what you want

jihyo’s fingertips linger around your nipples slowly, before she starts kneading them with her fingers

you arch your back in response, and she smirks before reaching over to kiss your right breast

she kisses your left breast too, before taking it in her mouth

you squirm and whimper, arching your back once again, and jihyo takes it out of her mouth with a popping sound

you start bucking your hips against jihyo as she continues to play with your breasts, kissing and sucking them simply to hear the noises you make

“what do you want, huh?” jihyo says, as she moves her hand down to the hem of your pants, keeping her eyes on you

“touch me, jihyo. please.” you whimper, as she runs her fingers on your sides

she moves her right hand down your pants, “you want me to make you even more wet than before? hmm? to fuck you the best way that i can?” she whispers, giving you goosebumps

jihyo feels just how wet you are, and she smirks knowing it’s all because of her

she moves her fingers around your clit, before a series of moans escape from your lips

jihyo’s grin gets wider as her fingers move faster

you keep moaning, gripping the sheets and bucking your hips once again, “god”

jihyo stops momentarily to move her fingers down to your entrance, slowly putting 2 fingers inside of you

you hiss, before jihyo kisses you softly as a way to comfort you

pulling away, you nod your head, and jihyo curls her fingers, pumping them in and out of you

“say my name” she whispers in your ear, as you let out multiple moans

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you sit up suddenly in bed, small drops of sweat forming near your hairline

you look around the room to see netflix’s “are you still watching?” on your screen

beside you, is your best friend, jihyo, snoring next to you

she’s laying on her stomach, but she has one arm wrapped around your midsection

you take a deep breath, wiping the sweat from your forehead

you’re not surprised about the fact that you had a sex dream about a girl, but that the girl was jihyo….

jihyo, who you had rejected just a few hours ago because you didn’t want to ruin your friendship

and here you were, dreaming about jihyo doing inappropriate things to you

you thought that if maybe you put your feelings about jihyo aside, then it wouldn’t matter

but it mattered, because you found happiness and love, whether romantic or platonic, with jihyo

(you’re gonna have to revisit last night’s conversation with jihyo when she wakes up)

you lay back down facing jihyo, using your free hand to stroke her beautiful sleeping face

and you resist the urge to kiss her pink lips as your eyes close

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DROP THE ATTITUDE - S.R x READER

About: Spencer’s been giving you an attitude all day and you’re not having it.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, brat!spencer, mean dom! reader, slapping, choking, dacryphilia, degradation, sub!spencer, mentions of spencer’s addiction, etc.

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Let’s bring back kinky spencer tumblr fr. If there’s anything you don’t like in the warnings, just don’t read. Border is by @esote-rika and this is proof read by @beenreidingaboutyou . Please comment and reblog to support your creators! The fic was originally called “Brat” but i changed the name heehee.

It wasn’t often that Spencer gave you an attitude. Usually he was very kind and respectful, happy and upbeat, understanding and adoring. He’d ramble about anything and everything on his brain. But today? Today, Spencer was off and giving you an unnecessary attitude which you were not going to allow to happen.

It had been a little while since the two of you had done anything sexual. With his long hours at the BAU and your job getting in the way of the rare alone time the two of you would have, it’s been a bit hard to sneak in some sexual time together. Today was a rare day that you both had off and rather than spending time together in an enthusiastic manner, Spencer was annoyed and dismissive of you.

Like when you had woken up in bed alone to the smell of coffee. You had gone into the kitchen, still wearing your pajamas as you walked up behind Spencer and wrapped your arms around him. “Good morning,” You said softly, as you pressed a kiss onto his shoulder blade.

“Morning.” He said shortly, a complete difference in how he usually greeted you in the morning. The way you were greeted in the morning usually consisted of peppering your face with kisses and wishing you a good morning as he grabbed your butt. This was a complete difference but you tried your best to ignore it. He was likely very tired due to working very hard the last few weeks.

“Are you alright?” You murmured, resting your chin on his shoulder but letting go of Spencer.

“I’m fine,” He said coldly, grabbing his cup of coffee and pulling away from you, leaving you with a frown on your lips from Spencer’s out-of-character behavior.

You decided to give him space as you got yourself ready for the day and went to the store to buy groceries for the two of you. And while you were out, you had gotten one of Spencer’s favorite snacks. When you had gotten home, grocery bags in hand, Spencer wasn’t in the living room like he had been when you left. Instead, you heard him in the shower.

As you were putting the groceries away, you heard the shower turn off. When Spencer eventually came out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, you greeted him with a smile. “Hi, my love,” You exclaimed, holding up Spencer’s favorite snack. “I bought you these while I was out.”

And rather than being met with a “thank you”, you were met with nothing but a sassy response. “I didn’t ask you to buy those for me,” He replied, furrowing his eyebrows.

You once again frowned. “I know you didn’t,” You exclaimed. “But I wanted to.”

“Okay,” He said before walking away, going to the bedroom.

The whole interaction left a sour taste in your mouth as you finished putting away all the perishable items. The last time Spencer had given you such an attitude was when he was on Dilaudid. And then suddenly, something in your brain clicked as you felt worry wash over you. You put down the box of pasta you were holding before making your way to the bedroom as well. You didn’t bother to knock on the door as you walked in.

“What is wrong with you today?” You asked, looking at Spencer, who was sitting on the bed with his back to the headboard with a book in his hands. Though you could tell he wasn’t really reading it.

“What do you mean?” He asked with disinterest, his eyes glued to the book.

“You’ve been cold to me all morning,” You exclaimed, crossing your arms. “So what is wrong with you today?” You asked once more. You were concerned, annoyed, and overall not enjoying the energy that Spencer was giving you.

“Nothing,” He replied simply, his eyes still on the book.

“Nothing?” You let out a chuckle of disbelief. “Clearly it’s something otherwise you wouldn’t be acting this way.” You looked away for a second, taking a deep breath before putting your gaze back on Spencer. “Are you using Dilaudid again?” You asked, your tone much softer but your face held a look of concern.

That sudden question caused Spencer’s eyes to shoot over to you as he immediately closed the book. “No,” he replied quickly. “Why would you think that?”

You frowned. “Because you haven’t given me this much of an attitude since you were using,” You replied honestly.

Spencer frowned as well, a small look of hurt on his face as he realized that he had been acting rudely to you all day. “I-I’m not using,” He said honestly. “I’ve just been frustrated all day.”

“And so you’ve been acting like a brat all day?” You retorted.

Spencer tensed for a second, biting his bottom lip as he had a certain look in his eyes. And that’s when it hit you. He really had been acting like a brat today. It had been so long since the two of you have done anything remotely sexual. And he’d been acting like a cunt because he hadn’t gotten his rocks off in so long.

“Oh my god,” you said, walking closer to Spencer. “You’re sexually frustrated.”

Spencer didn’t respond as he watched you get closer to him. He put the book he had in his lap on the nightstand as you moved to sit yourself on his lap. “I-“ he began but you stopped him, placing a finger on his lips.

“Brats don’t deserve to talk,” you replied.

This led to your dress being ridden up with Spencer’s pants lowered just enough for his cock to be out as you bounced on his cock. Spencer’s hands were on your hips as he looked at you with his eyes blown out in pleasure. “You’re so wet-“ Spencer began but stopped when your hand collided with his cheek. He let out the loudest moan, bucking his hips into yours. Clearly an indication that he loved the feeling.

“As I said earlier,” You breathed out, slowing your hips. “Brats don’t deserve to talk.”

It wasn’t often that you had to tame Spencer. He was usually such a good boy for you. Or you were a good girl for him. But when you had to tame him, he wanted you to be harsh on him. He adored whenever you slapped him and choked him, to put him in his place. “My dirty boy,” you said, licking your lips. The hand that collided with Spencer’s cheek gripped his jaw, keeping his head from falling back from the pleasure. “Think you can have an attitude all day simply because you want to get your dick wet? How pathetic.” Spencer whined at the degradation, pressing himself into you as your hips collided with his. “There’s this thing called using your words. You need to use them if you want something.”

“I-I’m-“ Spencer tried to speak but your hand went to his throat, pressing gently to cut off the blood flow but not to cut off his oxygen.

“Did I say you were allowed to speak?” You asked, keeping your hand there. You continued moving your hips, going faster as you bounced on Spencer’s cock. To say you missed this was an understatement. The feeling of Spencer’s cock diving in and out of you, hitting that sweet spot inside of you just right. And the times you got to be in control? Divine, absolutely divine.

Spencer was whining and whimpering underneath you, his cheeks were reddened by the heat of the moment and the lack of blood flow to his brain. His lips were parted as his beautiful brown eyes were on you, looking at you in pure bliss. Your hand moved from Spencer’s neck to his shoulder, stabilizing yourself as you rode him a bit faster.

“Oh my god,” Spencer breathed out, throwing his head back. If you had been feeling particularly mean, you would slap him again and make him look at you. But you decided he deserved at least just a little break. “Feels so good, feels so good,” He whined, closing his eyes in pleasure.

That was something you were not going to allow.

You smacked his cheek again, causing Spencer to whimper loudly as he moved his head to look at you once more. His eyes were glistening with tears and the imprint of your hand on his cheek. “What are you going to do, Spencer,” You asked mockingly. “Cry about it?” You held a faux sympathetic look on your face as you spoke, the movement of your hips not faltering. You clenched your walls around Spencer’s cock, eliciting a pathetic moan from the genius beneath you.

“I’m so close,” Spencer choked, tears spilling from his eyes. You couldn’t help but smirk. The sight of Spencer crying was much more of a turn on than you cared to admit to yourself. He gripped your hips tighter.

You chuckled, taking pleasure in Spencer’s current state. “Do you deserve to cum?” You asked, a mocking pout on your lips.

Spencer groaned. “No,” He mewled. “Need to cum so badly though,” He said, looking at you through teary eyes. “Please let me cum. I’ll be so good to you, I’ll be your good boy,” Spencer begged, his bottom lip wobbling as he spoke.

How could you say no when Spencer was begging you so nicely? God knows he truly does need it. “Oh, my baby,” You cooed, grinding your hips against Spencer’s. “Yes, you can cum for me.”

That was all Spencer needed as he bucked his hips into yours, thrusting his cock in and out of you as he met your hips with his own movements. He was moaning loudly, so loudly that you were sure the neighbors could hear what was going on. You were close too, the feeling of Spencer’s cock adding to the heat in your abdomen. And with just a few thrusts, Spencer began cumming. “Oh-Oh fuck,” He whined, spilling his seed inside of you which sent you over the edge as well. Your cunt clamped around Spencer’s cock as your orgasm overcame you.

And when you were both finished, the room filled with nothing but the sounds of your heavy breathing. Spencer’s grip on your hips loosened. You let out a satisfied hum as you lifted yourself up and off of Spencer’s cock. “Feel better?” You breathed out, looking at Spencer.

Spencer looked at you almost dazed as he nodded his head. “Much better,” he replied, leaning in to kiss you on the lips which you happily reciprocated.

When you pulled away, you rested your hands on Spencer’s shoulders. “Next time you’re frustrated, you need to tell me,” You murmured, leaning in to kiss Spencer’s cheek, the one you slapped.

“I will,” Spencer said, moving his head to kiss your lips once more.

The rest of the day was spent cuddling and holding one another, relishing in the rare day off the two of you had.