#Slippery When Wet Collection

[page-2-ids]

ID: A flag with nine horizontal stripes, all the same size. The colors are darker at the edges and lighter in the middle. They are, from top to bottom, maroon-grey, red-grey, light blue-grey, sky blue-grey, very light grey, light yellow-tan, orange-salmon, red-salmon, and dark pink-violet. END ID

4Jovihottic: A gender related to the idea that their self-titled, 7800 Degrees Fahrenheit, Slippery When Wet, and Keep the Faith are the only Bon Jovi albums worth listening to all the way through

They all have a skip or two, but they’re majority good. Also the names of these things are just gonna get kinda weird. They’re hyperspecific, there’s only so much I can do to keep them normal

The colors are inspired by the covers of the related albums, as well as the Bonjender flag

No suggested pronouns

[holybibly]

Warnings: NSFW link in text / food play

Unholy thoughts of the day, my sweet bunnies: Inspired by a random NSFW video seen on Twitter, Seonghwa asks you to do something special for him tonight when you both are video chatting, which is fucking your pretty, pink cunt with a sweet and sticky strawberry lollipop.

It was something that Seonghwa had been dreaming about for a long time, but he had never dared to ask you to do it for him. But he could no longer resist his desires when yet another video of a girl fondling her pussy with a sweet, shiny lollipop appeared on his feed. His voice was so soft and velvety as he shyly asked you to show him how you fuck your sweet wet pussy. At first you were even surprised by his shyness as this was something you and Hwa had done more than once or twice, but when he added " with a lollipop" barely a breath, you could understand the reason for his behaviour.

At first you didn't quite understand how to do it. But after a few ( 1 / 2 ) videos Hwa sent you, you knew exactly what he wanted you to do.

Seonghwa moans softly as he strokes his big cock and watches as you slowly slide the bright red strawberry lolly between the wet and sticky folds of your aroused pussy. His tongue darts out to hungrily lick his sensual, plump lips as he watches your labia lewdly parting around the lollipop, allowing it to slide deeper into your cunt before you run it up your slit, and tapping it weakly against your swollen clit.

"Oh, Fuck." He runs the pad of his thumb over the swollen, leaking head of his cock, biting his bottom lip to muffle his pathetic whimpers. Especially when you pull the lollipop away from your pussy and show him the long, shiny strands of your sweet goo left behind.

"I bet you wish you were between my legs at the moment." You want to sound cocky, but the thought of Hwa's long tongue wriggling in your pussy and fucking your hole makes you moan and whine. All you do is stroke yourself with the lollipop and you're already such a fucking mess.

"You have no idea how badly I want to do this, my angel. So fucking badly." His hand slides along the wet, thick length and he licks his lips again, like a cat looking at thick cream. "Come closer, love. I want to see all of you." He whispers as he unconsciously moves closer to the screen of the laptop.

You do as you're told and when your cunt is almost in front of the camera, you finally insert the lollipop into your tight, slippery hole. Seonghwa has to bite the hem of his black tank top to muffle his loud howl at the sight of your pussy greedily swallowing the smooth roundness of the lollipop. You moan, slowly fucking yourself with the candy before slowly pulling the strawberry treat out. The soft edges of your hole lick the glossy, sweet surface and when the lollipop is completely out of you with a wet, squelching "pop", Seonghwa squeezes the base of his cock roughly to keep from coming on the spot at the sight of the stream of mucus flowing out of your hole, which you collect on the lollipop and bring to your mouth to lick it all off.

"I hope you're going to be here with me next time, baby, so we can clean up that lollipop together."

[siriussslut]

I was wondering if you could do a regulus x reader smut. Where they're in a relationship and one night they're chilling in his dorm a bit drunk and regulus like sketching and drawing reader and she offers to be anatomy refference which leads to him edging her and sketching her while she's laid out infront of him while he's in her. And then after it's like ON.

this turned into sub!regulus which i wasn’t planning but is so 🤤🤤🤤

warnings: unprotected sex, praise kink, anal fingering, cutie sub regulus

masterlist

you take another swig of the bottle and then toss it back on regulus’ pillow. the two of you are lounging on his bed, drunk and giddy. he’s sketching you in the journal in his lap, glancing at you every few seconds as he draws.

you stick your face over his sketchbook.“how’s it going?”

“well, i’m drawing you, so beautifully.”

“you’re such a dork,” you giggle, glancing down at his page. your eyes stick to the way he drew your cleavage, obviously one of the parts he focused on the most.

“you only ever draw my top half. why don’t you draw a full body picture of me?”

“i need anatomy practice, i’m rusty,” he answers, continuing with his drawing.

your brain is fuzzy from the alcohol, stupid, so you push your tits above the neckline of your top. “draw my tits.”

his head snaps up. he flips to a new page, sketching the soft outline of your breasts.

you sit mostly still, slowly scooting closer and closer, bringing your chest nearer his face.

when he’s finished with his drawing of your breasts, he shows it to you, pressing a kiss atop one as you study it.

“it’s really good, regulus.” you look up at him through your lashes. “maybe i could help you with more anatomy?”

“yeah. why not?” his voice is breathy, a little too high. you remove your top completely, and then slip out of your skirt and your panties, tossing your clothes to the floor.

“you’re so pretty,” he whispers, staring as if he hasn’t seen you hundreds of times before.

you roll your eyes. “draw!”

he flips to a new page and begins his rough sketch, lining up your body parts. you’re sitting on the bed, legs spread wide, your dripping cunt on full display.

you slide one finger inside of yourself, moaning. regulus is now looking at you more than he’s drawing.

“i told you to draw, reg,” you say, breathy.

“can i… please can i touch?”

you nodding, pulling your fingers out.

he runs a finger through your folds, collecting your slick before pushing his pants to the floor. his cock is inside you in seconds.

you push his head back, hands on his throat, feeling his heart race beneath your fingertips. “draw, baby.”

his cock is quivering inside of you as he continues his drawing. you play with your clit, moaning and dripping on his erection.

you can tell how hard he’s resisting to fuck the living daylights out of you.

hours later, you’ve came more times than you can count, and he’s still waiting inside of you, drawing.

“i’m finished!” he suddenly exclaims.

you circle your fingers around your puffy clit. “show me.”

he turns the sketchbook to face you. you gasp. “oh, regulus it’s beautiful.” his cheeks color.

on the page, you’re finger fucking yourself, eyes shut tight, face screwed into a moan. your pussy is glistening wet, dripping on his cock.

you push his sketchbook aside, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to his lips. “i have never been more turned on in my life.”

you run your tongue along his face, licking. you want to devour him whole, there is simply too much love and desire inside of you for one person.

you mumble against his slippery jawline. “you’re such a good boy, reggie. i know that was hard for you, and you did such a good job.” you grab his balls as you speak, tugging.

he gasps, cock twitching against your walls. “i love you,” he whispers, looking at you with blown out pupils, eyes foggy with lust.

you kiss his lips, pushing him down to the bed. “i’m gonna treat you so well,” you mumble between kisses and tongue. “you’re gonna come so many times.”

you fuck yourself on his cock, thrusting up and down. you pump lube onto your hand and slide it beneath his ass, grabbing onto a cheek before slipping into his hole.

he screams, arching his back. you fuck him with your hand, sliding in and out to the rhythm of your thrusts on his cock.

his ass clenches around you, cock jerking.

you don’t stop fucking him as he comes, instead grabbing his balls with your free hand, adding more stimulation. he shoots hot ropes of cum inside of you. it drips out onto his dick, thick and creamy.

you slip off of his cock, letting go of his ass. you slide down the length of his bare, sweaty body. he’s lying and panting, completely boneless. you pull his soft cock into your mouth, sucking.

he gasps, but bucks his hips into your face.

you grin around him, ready to make good on your promise.

[pixiesholloworld]

✧₊⁺GAME OVER⁺₊✧

╰┈➤ synopsis toji sucks at video games and takes his anger out on you

cw: f!reader, size kink, rough sex?, degrading, corruption kink?, head (giving), mating press kinda? kinda rushed and i was just writing wtvr but i hope it's cleaned up enough

after long days, toji would sit on the couch and play his games. sometimes you’d play mario kart or fortnite with him, but most days you let him relax and unwind by himself

though sometimes he’d play for hours on end seemingly unable to unglue his butt from his seat, which meant you’d be left to your own devices most of the time

you’d whine for his attention, but he wouldn’t budge, he’d sing your name or gently move you aside. his eyes cutting to meet yours whenever your begging would cause him to lose a match

eventually you gave up and sat silently on your phone doom scrolling through reels. sometimes when you looked up, you caught glimpses of him staring at you hard. he started to sigh and groan, obnoxiously shifting in his seat, nearly foaming at the mouth. 

he lost again and again, curses and grumbles escaping his breath as his mind becomes poisoned with the most lewd thoughts of you. after losing to the voices in his head, he tosses his controller to the side and strides towards you. the sound catches your attention, and you watch as his stark, tall figure draws closer to you

his hand sneaks its way to your jaw, forcing your eyes to lock with his. “dont chu know how hard it is to focus with you here?” his other hand pulled at the hem of his sweatpants, revealing speckled black hair

“sittin’ there, lookin all pretty” his thumb slides between your lips and teeth, slowly massaging your wet tongue. his grin grows bigger as your eyes gently bat at him. “y’know exactly what you’re doin' don’t you?” 

he pulls his sweats down to reveal his girthy length, his hand snakes its way up to your hair, grabbing a fist full of it. almost as if on cue you stick your tongue out and he taps his tip on it, rubbing it all around your mouth

“what an eager little whore,” his hips rock back and forth watching his tip get coated in the warm, slippery spit. “got such a cockthirsty look on your face, baby,,want me t’fix it?” 

"uh-huh," you nod. while adjusting yourself on the lounge chair, he feeds his dick into your mouth slowly, low groans leaving his lips while hes watching your mouth open wider to fit all of him in. once your face is full, he pulls back out and does it all over again, admiring at how your sweet little face looked beneath him. 

your tongue slithered all around his tip, tasting the leftover precum from earlier. your hand quickly reached for his girth, and your mouth started to swallow him into your wet maw

he groans while using one of his hands to squeeze your cheeks together, feeling how your sodden buccal region provides extra stimulation. he shudders against the feeling, eyes locked into your lustful gaze. you start slowly moving your head along his shaft, feeling the spit collect in your mouth from the intrusion. you coat it around his dick, gently pushing some out that your hand can guide along his length as well

his breathing becomes heavy, and he pulls on your hair harder, making you pick the pace up a bit, going all the way down before you pull back up to kiss the tip, going lower, coating it more and more until you switch over to his big, heavy balls

naturally you put your mouth around them and suck at the bottom part of his skin, stroking his hardened dick in the process, squeezing near the tip, and flicking your wrist upward. you look up at him with such a salacious look in your eye. humming and moaning—teasing him, letting him see just how good his cock tastes in your mouth 

“you horny freak,” he snickers, though he teases you he can feel his legs begin to shake. his breathing grew spasmodic, and it made him embarrassed. you already had him thinking about cumming and you barely even started. even then, he still dared to place your head back on his dick, pushing it down faster just to studder against your touch 

your hands feel around his carved physique, moaning and drooling with each thrust he made. “look how fuckin’ messy you are, bet you’ve been thinkin’ about this all night” his breath is shaky, trying to control his breath. he bites his lip, his tongue licking around his scar 

honestly you just wanted to spend a little time with him at first, but he was right you’ve been wanting to stuff his cock in your mouth since he got home, and you were so happy to be doing it. you hum happily around his girth while sneaking one of your hands down to his balls, lightly massaging them, just to watch the grin on his face grow wider 

“face full of cock s’all my baby needs, huh? what’a slut” he rolls into your mouth faster, watching the spit coat around his dick more as you struggle to catch your breath. your moans become more exaggerated with the added speed. “open that pretty mouth of yours,”

you do as he says while he rams into your mouth, hearing how your wet gags and whimpers fill the air around you two. he lets off a satisfied groan as he tilts his head back. you watch as the sharp part of his throat jumps down from how low his voice just got, “gooodd fuckin’ bitch—just like that”

his breath gets rougher as his pelvis keeps kissing your mouth, you can feel him twitching in your mouth. toji's head swirled with pleasure, images of how your face looked while taking him, your pretty, plump lips getting sloppier by the minute. when his head falls back down, you look up at him and hold eye contact, and as if you commanded him to cum, he thrusts once, twice, three times before emptying his load in your mouth

he bends down and takes in how dirty you look right now, pouty wet lips that look hungry for more. he leans in, and you suddenly feel his cold wet muscle traveling all inside your mouth, stealing a moan from your lips. he pulls away and lays you on your back against the chair, taking your shorts off in the process. he can see the webs of slick your cunt makes through your laced panties, he chuckles and then looks up at you, "such a sloppy girl," he teases. 

he pulls your panties to the side and slides a thumb between your puffed out folds, beckoning a whine to come out of your mouth. he rubs it in circles a little, applying pressure here and there just to watch you squirm under his touch

"what should we do with my pretty girl's sloppy pussy, huh?" he keeps his thumb there, still delivering those same dionysiac strokes to your sensitive bulb, his fingers lightly grazing your soaked entrance with two digits from his other hand, "better answer before i pick for you" 

"p-please fuck me" his ears perk up at this, removing his thumb from your folds and hovering over you now, legs dangling above your head as they're propped on top of his broad shoulders. he levels himself right above your entrance, but you watched his mind change in real time.

a puckish grin tugs at his lip before he pushes his hot tip against your folds, rubbing it on your clit listening and looking at how your pussy drools so much for him, "how bad you want it?" he pesters on, teasing you like you could possibly get any wetter for him

"tojiii" you whine, "please, just put it in" you try to grab his girth to do it yourself but he grabs your hands and places them above your head

"aht aht, god you're such a nasty girl—so impatient," he kisses your cheeks, moving down to kiss your ear

"want it now, please"

"yeah?"

you loved how his voice sounds when he says that word, so low and rough

"want it s'bad toji, please" your hips try to rut up, wanting his tip, trying to get him to sink in and put an end to your suffering. he holds your hips down and slides it in, leaving you to cry out at the sudden pressure, feeling as if you could cum right now  

he gives you slow, deep strokes. his favorite part of fucking you was seeing how your facial expressions would change with each movement of his. even the slightest changes in his tempo would drag a reaction out of you 

though this time you didn't want those languorous, inebriating strokes you wanted him to pummel you to a pulp, "f-faster toji"

"hm? not good enough for you princess?"

"please—"

he kisses you on your lips before giving you exactly what you're asking for. his hips dive deeper into your pelvis, making you scream out in pure ecstasy. he watches as your eyes roll behind your skull and chuckles, he slams into you deeper, thinking your expression could put pornstars to shame. how'd his sweet sweet girl, who used to be too afraid to ask for sex, become such a fucked out slut?

this didn't stop him from teasing though, he'd always get his fun, making you tell him exactly how fucked out you are. "that feel good?" he'd growl into your ear, "let me hear how much you like it" you felt like butter in a pan, feeling your very soul melt to your words. you couldn't run away even if you wanted to because of how he had you folded over, not even mentioning his size alone—he was so much bigger than you, and it was hot

you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, feeling him slam harder at your sudden touch. you've never felt him this deep before, you left red streaks all over his skin and pulled his hair. trying anything to make your body understand the pleasure, feeling your toes spread out and reaching for the ceiling, you moan his name until your lips spill incomplete thoughts and incoherent prattles, making him giggle at just how dumb he fucked you

"think its time to let someone else speak, hm?" one of his hands moves to cover your mouth, muffling your moans so he can hear how your pussy squelches, he groans, moving his mouth to the side of your neck, his tongue barely ghosting you, tasting your sweet, salty skin. he french kisses it, fanning his hot breath all over you like a dog in heat 

"listen to how good she sounds, baby", the more you moan into his palm, the more he feels you start to drool, "awh, both your mouths are drooling, gonna have t'clean that up" he mocks. he gets real close to your ear again, the feeling of his grunts and breaths pressed against it going straight to your pussy, making the organ even hotter than you thought it'd ever been. 

you'd swear that if you could've seen it then and there, it would be a swollen, wet ring of folds from the sheer amount of blood that engorged your veins. you were starting to think it was having an effect on toji, his rough groans turning into shallow whimpers. "t-think she can take another mess?", he moves to his hand from in front of your mouth and sneaks two of his fingers in, running them back and forth just to listen to how you gag 

"so'fucking good baby, ngh- im gonna cum", his tip pushes through your folds over and over, growls and curses leaving his trembling mouth as he struggles to kiss and lick all over your neck. he suckles on a bit of skin at some point, listening to how your ass slaps against his thighs. between the kissing sound your pussy made and your screaming gags, he didn't know which to listen into more 

it all sounded so beautiful to him, so loud and messy, his whines become more audible and thrusts feel harsher. the chair underneath you moves and creaks, struggling to keep up with his hips just as much as you are. you could feel his whole body shaking by this point as he pulls himself back up to your ear again, "cum f'me gorgeous, you know you wanna~"

you pucker around him, clutching him hard at first, feeling his stubble kiss up on your clit, falling deeper into pleasure until that feeling in your stomach bubbles up, and finally releases. your climax comes in waves, squeezing and holding until the feeling eventually dies down

following close behind toji shoots thick spouts of cum and paints your womb, his tip beating on your cervix, his thrusts becoming ridged and stammerish, feeling himself pulse at every squeeze you make around him until you're both too weak to hold the position any longer

his lips crash into yours, letting your legs down gently so he can hold you by your waist. your tongues slip across each other. his hands find the sides of your face and hold it as if it were fragile, and he slowly kisses downwards until he gets to your belly and he looks back up with you, eyes half lidded and humming a happy tune.

he stands up, pulling you up with him and holding you close, staining your face with wet kisses. you slowly get up, letting your body fall against his as you try to regain your strength. "you take it so well doll," he says between kisses, "wanna go get cleaned up?" 

"tojiiii" you weakly push off of him but he still holds you close not letting you out of his grasp

"shh, i'll wash for you c'monnn, and in return you can buy that gojo fortnite skin f'me"

[kitasgloves]

— ♬ NSFW

Thinking about DAZAI OSAMU who won't shut the fuck up. He keeps yapping about the same topics to annoy you. For the most part, you ignore them or listen half-heartedly. But there are rare occasions where his constant blabbering genuinely pisses you off. That stupid smirk on his face as his mouth ran per miles a minute makes you want to shove a sword down his throat. You know he's trying to achieve something that's why he's irritating you on purpose, whatever the fuck it was, you're reaching your breaking point.

"Is this what you fucking wanted, huh? My pussy in your stupid mouth?"

You growled at him while sending a dark look between your legs. Dazai nods vigorously with your cunt in his mouth, his eyes are threatening to fly back with each roll of your hips. You restrained the idiot down to the bed and sat on his face. Your warm and sopping pussy served as a gag on his mouth, and it was effective. Dazai stopped talking as he was reduced into a moaning and whimpering mess. Your hand goes to grip his brown hair, he gasps against your cunt.

"Stupid fucking whore, talking all that shit when all you're thinking about is me sitting on your face, is that it?"

You glared at him and he only nodded in response, you pulled on his hair and tears began to collect on his lashline.

"Come on, answer me properly!"

"Mmh—yes"

Dazai replied, his voice was muffled as you put all of your weight on the lower half of his face. God, he almost can't breathe but it feels so fucking good. He wonders how would you react if he told you this isn't what his intentions are. He just loved making you angry because he thought you were cute! But Dazai's not complaining about the outcome of his yapping.

You gripped the crown of his head as you rolled your hips, your slippery pussy sliding against his tongue. A shiver of pleasure runs down your spine when your clit gets stimulated. You throw your head back as you ride his face faster, you suffocate Dazai by forcing his head against your core. The latter thinks he wouldn't mind dying this way, it would be an honor to die against your pussy like this.

"Use your fucking tongue, slut"

You commanded him and he immediately obeyed. Dazai works his tongue on your clit. You go cross-eyed when he begins to suck on your bundle of nerves. Fuck, he's so fucking hard and he wanted to finger you too. The sound of your breathless moans and his muffled whimpering filled the room. The feeling of your orgasm is approaching so you began to rapidly grind your pussy sloppily all over his mouth.

"Hngh—fuck! Gonna cum!"

Dazai's eyes rolled back, the feeling of your cunt against his tongue, the taste of your arousal, and the sound of your sexy moaning was enough to make him cum in his pants. His breathing cuts short as you gasp at the sight of Dazai convulsing under you with his eyes rolled back as he bucked his hips up wildly.

Did this piece of shit really cum untouched?

Sure, the sight was erotic as hell but you needed to cum first! You scowled as you yanked his hair back harshly after his orgasm.

"You motherfucker, I'm supposed to cum first!"

Dazai whimpers as you begin to abuse his face. He couldn't feel his tongue anymore and his pants felt sticky as hell. He mustered up his remaining energy to suck on your clit and it sends you arching back with a broken moan.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Dazai!"

The freak greedily laps on all of your cum from your hole. When your orgasm washed over and you caught your breath, you slowly rose from his mouth. A string of your cum connected his tongue and your cunt. God, he looked like a hot mess with half of his face drenched wet with your juices, his skin flushed red, his hair was disheveled and his eyes glassy. Dazai almost felt disappointed and empty when you got off his face, nonetheless, he would be down for another round if the opportunity showed itself.

"That was hot as fuck"

He remarks with a breathless laugh. You rolled your eyes but there was a tint of pink in your cheeks. You decided to go clean up in the bathroom.

"Babe? Aren't you going to help me out?"

He was greeted with silence and he let out a pathetic whine. Did you just leave him restrained on the bed? How cruel!

[monst]

Sometimes it’s an inconvenience other times-

Jason Todd x F. Reader 

18+ content (MDI) 

Warnings- Slight Size difference, Established relationship but it's like newish basically it’s just soft Jason using his weight to keep you from moving while he eats you out and maybe he’s a bit too into it- 

   Jason Todd wasn’t always enthused about his mass. There were times where he resented being as big as he was. Times where he’d accidentally forget his strength and crush what was in his palms. Times where he’d close a door just a little too hard. When his hulking mass wouldn’t allow him to use an easier exit. When his shoulders didn’t let him fit through a manhole without him removing his armor first:

    But now wasn’t one of those times. Times like this, times with you? Yeah he never resented that. Loved that he could easily immobilize you. You were always such a squirmy little thing underneath him and what better way to keep you still than his solid arm resting across your hips. The weight of the thick muscle barely allows you to move. The width of his shoulders held your legs open for him yet another thing about his body he’d come to like. Your thighs are spread wide as his tongue swipes down your slippery cunt to mouth at your folds. 

       His tongue delves between each dip, muscle working diligently to collect all the wetness you're giving him. His nose bumps against your clit, and you're gasping desperate to have him move further up. You can hear the wet slide of his tongue against your pussy, the loud slurps bringing heat to your face as your fingers tangle in his hair. His tongue swirls around your clit just once before he’s teasing away chucking at your frustrated groan. You're soon mollified when you feel him use his thumb and pinky to part your folds, the stretch of his middle and ring fingers sliding smoothly into you have you biting your lip. 

      His thick fingers spread you, blunt nails gliding against your walls as he slowly starts working you open. When your greedy hole begins to swallow his fingers deeper that’s when he begins to thrust, his wet digits sliding in and out of your cunt with a wet squelch. He feels you clench around his fingers when he curves them upwards, shiny lips grinning against your lips when your fingers tug at his scalp, your voice pitching. 

    You whine when he snakes his other hand up to palm at your breast, firm fingers squeezing the sensitive flesh. Using your hold on his hair you try desperately to rut against his face and you can hear Jason groan into you at the action. His tongue is flicking at your clit rapidly, your belly coiling tight when he alternates between tonguing your clit and sucking on the throbbing nub. 

    “Jay!” 

    His eyes shoot up at the cry, dark eyes watching you from behind a sweaty fringe. The shock of white hair barely concealed the glowing ring of green around his blown pupils. He’s watching you heave, your eyes rolling back as you try to meet his gaze. Your mouth agape, brows upturned in pleasure and oh you're letting out such pretty sounds for him and he’s quickly gripping your thighs, lifting your ass off the bed and bringing his face in deeper. Your hands fall away from his hair at the action, and your fingers grip the sheets. 

       As he’s voraciously eating you out, you let your lidded gaze roll to the side. Your breath catches at the sight of his leaking cock. It’s an angry red as he ruts it against the sheets. His drooling tip is soiling the sheets below him, a dark gray patch growing where he’s trying to relieve himself. And he’s practically growling into your cunt and the sight of him so wild from just eating you out has you so close but then-

         Your body tenses when you see his length pulse and oh god! his tongue hadn’t stopped for a single second as he spills himself on your sheets, his grunt muffled by your pulsing cunt. Your body arching off the bed and your world stops for a moment and you're not breathing when your eyes roll back. Jason holds you through your tremors tongue lazily lapping at your clit when you fall back against the mattress with a heavy exhale. 

   “D-did you just” You can barely get the words out still trying to catch your breath but, you can see Jason’s flushed face above you. His forearm swipes across his lips to wipe his drenched face, his eyes rolling playfully at your growing smile. 

    “Don’t tease.” he huffs, a smile touching his lips as he brings your legs down, fingers massaging your inner thighs and you can feel that they’ll be sore come morning but you're too busy grinning at your boyfriend to care. Before you can tease him about being too sweet or coming so soon, his lips are covering yours, his hands pinning yours down. He's taking advantage of his size compared to you and it’s so obvious but you think you’ll let him distract you for now. He’s glad you allow it. 

[starreo]

multi-character drabble.

includes the boss x employee trope, age gap; characters are a little over thirty and reader is in early twenties, i may be projecting!, masturbation in a public space, implied sex, and adult themes so, minors do not fucking interact.

it's late when you're sitting in front of your laptop, cold air hitting your inner thighs as you finally uncross your legs. a sigh escaping your lips as your hands massage the back of your neck, when you realise you're the only one there. you turn your head around to see that most of the lights are off, including your boss'. ugh, just thinking of your boss, you felt a spark between your legs, the cold air not helping the warm pool forming against your cotton panties.

he's so firm and curt. never giving anyone a second glance. never giving you, a second glance. and you can't remember the last time a man didn't look you up and down at least a few times before giving you the worst compliment ever. your fingers played with the hem of your new skirt, the same one you had purchased after the thought of your boss fucking you in it popped up in your silly head. so you cross your legs again, falling back in your seat, your skirt riding up high as your head fell slightly beyond your chair. fuck, not a good time to get horny. but hey, there's no one here now, so maybe it's okay to take a little risk...

and you're almost reaching your climax, two fingers pumping in and out of your wet slippery hole, shaking as you start to lose composure, while your hand tightly grips the top of your chair. you're panting softly, moaning a little but staying quiet as you curl your fingers and cup your softness, gasping for air when you feel the sticky cum collect between your hand and your skirt.

"f-fuck..." you sigh deeply, calming down and grabbing the tissues from your drawer. but just when you're cleaning between your fingers, your eyes catch a reflection from the black screen of your computer. and you feel the heat start to generate between your legs again.

katsuki. "didn't think i paid ya to fuck y'erself..." he inhaled deeply, pushing himself off the wall and walking towards you. before you could defend yourself, he spun your chair around, leaning down to stare into your eyes through his sharp red ones. his rough hands moved from clutching on the arms of your chair to your thighs, slowly sliding forward, "nice skirt. " he said in a hushed tone, almost as if he didn't want anyone to hear. "k-katsuki, i can ex-" you're cut off when his lips smash against yours. a kiss so hungry yet so gentle. he pulls back, "explain? explain how you were touching yourself?" he grinned, the same way he does when he knows he's won an argument against someone. so you gulp, and lower your head, looking at the sticky cum across your thighs, knowing you've already lost, before his index finger reaches below your chin and lifts your head up, looking into your eyes with a dreamy expression you've never seen before. yeah, you're not going home anytime soon.

toji. booming claps echoed throughout the silent office "great show you put on..." a loud voice spoke from behind you, sending shivers down your spine and straight into your cunt. "i'm so...sorry, i-" and almost as if this was some supernatural fiction, the temperature dropped as he took steps towards you, "sorry, ha?" he taunts, resting his hand on the chair, "y-yes..." he laughs at your response, looking down at you with that glare, that same glare he gave you on your first day when you showed up with your tightest white shirt, two buttons open and tits pushed up. he pats your head with his large hand, humming in the lowest octave as he unzips his trousers with the other. damn... you're really fucked now.

reo. "aah, y/n, i'm paying you to make things easier for me...not harder..." reo said, running a hand through his gelled hair, messing it up in the process. it was a very accurate scene to describe his situation around you. usually so prim and proper but when you show up, he's a mess. and you stand up immediately, gasping when you realise how lewd you look with your panties still around your knees, white cum slipping down your shaking legs, and before you can say a word, he's cussing under his breath, throwing his head back the same way he does in meetings when he's annoyed, and launching out of his chair towards you. "fuck the rules." he whispers before cupping your face in his hands and smashing his lips against yours.

© starreo 2024. do not copy, translate or repost .

[syoddeye]

down the hatch

141 x reader, featuring a smidgen of soapgaz in this bit. ~1.5k words.

part one | two | three

tags: poly141, soapgaz depicted. reader is a little cuckoo for coco puffs after being alone for three months. voyeurism. half-assed masturbation. a gun. kind of crackfic, kind of not.

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“we’re not gonna hurt you,” ballcap insists, crouching to open the cupboard under the sink.

“just a little,” dry bones adds, not bothering to lower his voice.

“he’s lying, kitty, swear we won’t hurt you.”

holed up in the surveillance room, you listen over the crackling feed through the attached headset, absolutely fuming. panicking, too, but the door is shut and locked. the seal blends with the maintenance room’s panels, and the button to open it is hidden in the electric panel. the bunker’s build, many cameras, and folding bunks in the second bedroom suggest the austrian had long-term plans to repopulate earth or intended to abduct others but ran out of time.

either option would’ve blown, but now, his paranoia and apparent voyeurism came in handy. the stupid, unwashed idiots look dumb as hell crawling around looking for you.

after a while, they assemble in the kitchen and spend the next hour taking inventory. they are not impressed by the yanni collection, but they are intrigued by the bed you stopped making and the half-completed puzzle of the eiffel tower. you snarl as ballcap completes one of the corners. fucking uncivilized freaks, trampling all over puzzle etiquette. if you didn’t have the external feed and a pile of hardened ooze for proof, you’d know the world had gone to hell in a handbasket. depraved.

eventually, scragglebeard rustles up dinner. it’s obscene, the amount of food he uses. the men lounge and luxuriate in your kitchen and your living room. it doesn’t look like they’ve struggled for much. they eat like a pack of feral dogs when presented with a stew and mash. mohawk produces a half-full bottle of liquor, and the four nitwits have the nerve to toast the discovery of their new home.

a growl from your stomach tempers your outrage. you didn’t consider supplies when you hid. just survival.

the men laze after their meal.

“gonna go have a shower.” mohawk announces, slapping his thighs as he stands.

“thank christ.” dry bones jeers.

“join me?”

you straighten in the swivel chair. that's unexpected.

“nah, i’ll go later.”

“is it an open invite?” ballcap asks.

“always.”

“warm it up for us, then.” 

you won’t use the cameras that the austrian installed in the bathrooms—that’s crossing a line. then, a minute later, ballcap follows mohawk, and walks right past the three-quarter-finished eiffel tower. you think, vive la france, joie de vivre, or whatever.

a pity the cameras in the bathrooms don’t have speakers. the lens is a bit foggy, but the view is decent. the men waste no time stripping.

the camera sits in a vent, points through the grate, and into the showers. they’re in the stall closest to the door, convenient. mohawk pins ballcap to the slick tile, his hands gripping the other man’s hips so tight you see his knuckles whitening. desperate thing.

it’s kind of boring after a few minutes. mostly mohawk sloppily kissing and nipping at ballcap’s mouth and lips, occasionally detouring down his neck. their junk is mostly hidden at this angle, presumably slippery from the shower and all the dry-humping. wet-humping? ballcap kneads the fat of mohawk’s ass, his eyes fluttering when a particular patch of his throat gets attention. 

fuck, okay, maybe this is more titillating than you originally thought. you adjust in the chair, finding the seam of your jorts (craftily fashioned from men’s jeans you found in a closet), and slowly grind along it. it’s lazy, but you’re not gonna stick your hand down your pants if this is all you’re getting.

and as if reading your mind, mohawk breaks from ballcap’s grip and sinks to his knees. his juvenile haircut flops flat under the water, but ballcap’s dick sure doesn’t. even through the sub-optimal camera feed, you know it’s pretty. the way mohawk immediately hones in confirms, licking up the underside and palming his sack. when he finally gets his mouth to the good part, you unbutton your fly, shove two fingers in your mouth, and lean back. 

near-constant masturbation lost its novelty around week three, but it's like riding a bike. you manage a few good, firm circles, beckoning heat out of hibernation when sudden movement on the camera startles you right out of a lovely, burgeoning haze.

fuck bucket. ballcap has mohawk hoisted by the armpit, their abandoned cocks practically wagging. he’s rapidly speaking and pointing right at the fucking vent. how the hell he spotted the tiny red light, you don’t know, but dry bones and scragglebeard stumble into the bathrooms moments later. 

dry bones disappears beneath the frame, and the camera shakes slightly as the vent cover comes off. he steps back, mouth moving beneath his mask, and the four men exchange looks.

scragglebeard speaks as the naked men hastily dress, then start a second sweep of the bunker. this time, armed with the knowledge that somebody’s watching, they don’t split up. they move as a unit.

you watch in horror as they upend the bunker. they move furniture, poke outlets, and empty all the shelves to feel for switches and levers. distantly, you think you would’ve made for a decent escape room operator in the before times. you stifle a mad laugh at the idea, nearly choking when they finally enter the maintenance room.

hand pressed to your mouth, you breathe shallowly as they search. they’re more careful, skipping the electric and valves altogether, probably afraid if they fuck with anything too much, the power or water will go out. they check the ridges between the panels, and you hold your breath as dry bones runs his fingers along the hidden seal.

he stops and peels off a glove. pressing his palm to the secret door’s front, he hums. he glances over his shoulder, directly into the camera, then at scragglebeard. 

“the wall’s warmer here.”

“think there’s something behind it, lt?” mohawk asks. 

lt. initials?

mohawk shoulders dry bones out of the way, pressing his full cheek to the panel and paws at the metal. you freeze, unsure if you’re breathing at this point.

“think it’s residual heat from wiring.'' mohawk finally concludes, pulling away with a shrug. ‘lt’ looks unconvinced, and scragglebeard itches at his namesake.

“it’s gettin’ late. let’s bed down, look again in the morning.”

“you’re not worried someone’s watching us, sir?”

sir? ooh, is it like that? kinky.

“no. if they are, they know we’re armed and in good health. ‘sides. we’re going to cover them.”

your mouth dries. no. no. no. no. fuck, your one advantage. 

the men file out, and lt leaves last. he fishes a strip of cloth from a pocket and stuffs it around the camera’s base, obscuring its view.

“gonna find ya.” he mutters.

one by one, they cover the cameras they’ve found, leaving you with only three. thank you, austrian freakshow, for not skimping on surveillance. you still see the living room, a sliver of the kitchen, and the maintenance hall. it’s not much, but it’s enough to inspire a plan.

you watch the men turn in for the night. you’re not stupid, though. you wait an hour and a half until there’s no further movement, and the bunker’s dark. it’s now or never.

sneak out. grab food, water, and a kitchen knife. flee the bunker. easy.

if it’s still standing, your old one-bedroom rental is a short distance away. you’ll fortify it, then work on luring the rats out of your nest.

tiptoeing past the bedrooms, at least two of the men saw logs. ugh. didn’t miss that in the apocalypse. 

in the kitchen, you gather supplies. tins of tuna, soup, and vienna sausages. the last potatoes. some protein bars. a reusable water bottle. salt and pepper. (spices and seasonings are on the top of your scavenging list.)

satisfied, you tie the corners of your makeshift bindle together and turn to head to the entrance point when your eyes drift over a small shape in the dark. there, atop a side table in the adjoining living room, is a handgun.

in theory, you know how to use it. you logged a good thousand hours on goldeneye 007 as a kid. loads more effective than the paring knife in your hand.

you creep toward it, eyes widening and heart racing. could use on the interlopers while they sleep. but how would you get their bodies out of the bunker? you don’t want to training montage until your muscles swell, not with their corpses doing the same thing in the spare bedroom.

no. much more useful out there. you reach for it.

and somebody reaches for you.

a hand closes around your forearm, squeezing hard to force you to drop the knife, and another wraps around your head, hand clamping over your mouth before you can cry mon dieu. 

the wrapped cans clatter and smash to the ground in the struggle. a deep voice, harsh in your ear and tinged with insufferable smugness, whispers. 

“told ya i was gonna find ya.”

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[ID: A flag with nine horizontal stripes, all the same size. The colors are darker at the edges and lighter moving towards the middle, except for the very middle, which is darker. The colors are, from top to bottom, dark blue-gray, blue-gray, ice blue-gray, light gray, soft red, light gray, ice blue-gray, blue-gray, and dark blue-gray. END ID]

SWWvoxhottic: A gender related to the hottake that, just looking at full albums, Jon Bon Jovi's voice is the best on Slippery When Wet

The colors are inspired by the cover of the related album

I finally got my feelings on this whole thing sorted out

No Suggested Pronouns

[unholybacon355]

Kinktober Day 10 - Kim Jennie x M! Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

A/N: I know I said that day 10 would be Twice G!P, but shit happens and I wanted to post Jennie today in honor to her new release.

You hate summer, that isn’t a secret to anyone. But you have to admit that some good things come with the hellish heat that has been hitting the city these days. The air conditioner on your small apartment is broken and makes the place feel like a sauna, not even with all windows completely open you can stand this demonic summer.

Under these conditions even an easy task like doing the laundry became a true challenge. At least the freaking tiny laundry room have a grid wall that allows air to flow from the exterior, making it more pleasant than the rest of the house. Still the heat was making you sweat a lot, or maybe it wasn't just the hot summer.

The room was tiny, yes. And almost didn't have space for two persons standing inside, but what about a person standing and another sitting on the washing machine? And both naked, that saves a lot of space. If you add to that that the persons are very close till the point that they can feel the heat on each other's skin, that saves even more space. Those two persons obviously were you and your girlfriend Jennie, who got distracted from the task of doing the laundry.

The bad idea here was to get naked to also put in the washing machine the clothes you were wearing, and were completely soaked in sweat. At the very moment you saw the svelte and very sexy naked body of Jennie, your shaft came to life and one thing led to another. Now she was sitting on the washing machine with you between her legs, and your dick inside her. 

Hot and salty sweat was covering both of you, even with the air that flowed between the wall, even when you were moving at the rhythm of the washing machine cycles. But instead of making it uncomfortable, that layer or sweat makes things naughtier and pleasant to you. In some way it was just another of your fluid mixing. Also that makes Jennie’s body more slippery to your touch, making it easier for you to run your hands over her skiing. Touching here and there, squeezing her boobs, or caressing the back of her neck. Your hands fly over her skin thangs to the sweat.

Her legs were crossed behind your butt, trapping you there, preventing you from sliding your shaft out of her. But that idea wasn't even close to your mind, all you can think now is keep stuffing your meat inside jennie’s wet and warm pussy. The only heat you love, the only heat that makes your heart run like an engine fueling the muscles of your body to pleasure Jennie.

Your flat tongue ran from between her perky breast to the sweet spot of her neck, collecting all the salty sweat you can. You're cleaning your girlfriend while fucking her and making her sweat even more. Jennie is a mess and you don’t know what is more wet. If her skin with all the sweat, or her pussy with her own slick and your precum. 

You wanna clean her back. Run your tongue over her shoulder blades, over her low back and between the crack of her ass. Your mouth turns into a cascade of saliva when you imagine the taste and smell of her sweaty asshole have right now. But on this position you can’t put your tongue there, all you can do is keep senseless fucking her and licking her neck and breast. 

The old washing machine protests under Jennie’s weight and the force of your trust. The artifact began with an erratic movement when start to shoot the water in the pipe in order to rinse the clothes it had inside. Jennie feels that movement to her core and her center flood with more of her own juices. She’s moaning like crazy and you're groaning as well, probably making more noise than you should. But a noise complaint is totally worth it when you are having this dirty sex. When you’re able to lick Jennie’s sweat from her boobs or her armpist while fucking her like an animal. 

You put a finger between her buttocks, playing with her soaked rear entrance at the time you kiss her on the mouth. There is this salty and wonderful taste mixed with your saliva that drives both of you crazy, making this more naughty and pleasant. She’s a freak, your freak, and she loves how you even worship something so dirty like her sweat. But how could you not when everything about Kim Jennie is so perfect, even the salty smelly fluid that is emanating through her pores.

The sweat also acts like a lubricant making your finger very slippery and allowing you to insert it on her asshole. Now you’re fucking Jennie’s both entrances, and the way she’s moaning and how her hands are practically crawling on your back tells you she is enjoying it. She’s even drooling over your shoulder, surrendering herself to the absolute pleasure of being fucked on this naughty way.

You put another finger on her ass while your hips are smacking her’s, and the washing machine began the dance og it last cycle. It is like an earthquake, or a big freaking vibrator that makes Jennie collapse. Between your shaft deeply buried inside her pussy, your fingers playing with her asshole, the movement of the machine, and your tongue licking her body she can´t take it anymore. 

Her pussy exploded covering both of you not only on sweat, but also on Jennie’s slick. She crye out of pure pleasure while her pussy sprinkle you with another of her fluids.

Maybe after all summer isn't that bad, because it is the only season when you can enjoy this kind of twister form of sex.  Maybe after all summer isn’t that bad. 

[trendywaifus]

riding stelle’s abs for an only fans video. cw: ab riding, cursing, praising, fem! reader, reader is half naked, stelle is fully clothed

“ ‘wanna ride your abs this time, puppy. “ you mutter against stelle’s lips before pressing a wet kiss to them, hands curling around her firm biceps and softly squeezed. “ is your phone recording? “ her slightly calloused palms softly massages your hip bones. it takes her a moment to respond as she’s too busy chasing and kissing at your lips, losing herself in you as always. the constant wet sound of her lips smacking against yours reverberates around her cabin.

“ it is. .“ stelle sends you a lustful lidded gaze through her messy grey hair, sweaty palms making you sway your hips down against her grey sweatpants. her phone is propped up on the desk, supported by a small stack of journals she’s collected throughout her trailblazer missions. it’s positioned towards the bed, giving a nice side view for your future viewers. “ lay down for me, baby. “

with bated breath, stelle lays her head on the pillow, intently watching your every move with hooded honey-colored eyes. you sit down on her lap and she can feel the warmth of your bare cunt even through the thick fabric of her sweatpants. your fingers curl around the hem of her black t-shirt and pulled it up, revealing her toned stomach. her muscle visibly coils and relaxes when you run your hand over the firm, slightly bumpy surface of her creamy skin.

“ you’re so pretty like this, stelle. “ you purr, bending down to plant several kisses on her tummy. a whiny sound escapes her chest as she feels the warm and tickling sensation of your hot lips drag along her pretty abs. butterflies flutters around in her belly as you continue to litter her tight skin with kisses until it’s glistening with a light sheen of sweat. “ ride me now—please.” she’s already begging for you. cute.

“ mhm, anything you want. “ you positioned yourself over her stomach, straddling her sides with your thighs and sat down on her abs. stelle’s muscles flexes under you as they brush against your bundle of nerves. “ oh fuck. “ you murmur and circled your hips along the curvy surface. she can feel your arousal smear on her stomach as your throbbing pussy grinds down against her.

“ i b-bet i can get off like this, baby. ” you groan, shamelessly humping her abs as the phone records the dirty act. she whines again, toes curling from the sensitivity. her strong hands grabs the fat of your thighs and she assists you with your rhythm. your slit roughly brushes against the curve of one of her abs, earning a guttural moan from you.

“ fucck, you feel so good. “ you pant, practically now humping stelle like a dog in heat. stelle swallows hard, watching the dazed expression on your face become more and more apparent as minutes drags on. “ so pretty, keep going. .” she pleads breathlessly, snaking a hand under your shirt to knead one of your breasts. it’s so slippery, she can feel your clit smush against her with every filthy rut of your hips.

“ sh-shit. .i might come a little early actually. “ you close your eyes, growing desperate as the knot tightens in your belly. a cacophony of broken moans spills from your lips and stelle whimpers when she feels the hotness gradually become unbearable between her legs. she can come just from your pretty voice and watching you ride her. “ ah, it’s coming, stelle, fuck—“

you let out a long string of curses as your hips stutter. stelle moans when she feels glob of your thick release coat and smear all over her abs and trickle down her sides. you cast her a strained smile, rocking your tired hips to ease your high. there’s a dreamy look in her golden eyes as she drinks you in. “ why are you looking at me like that, babe? you want a kiss? “

“ y-yes please. “ she responds back in desperation without hesitation. you adjust yourself and dip down to give her what she wants. her hand finds itself on the small of your back, slender fingers tangled in your hair as you kissed her just the way she likes; messy and sloppy. your tongue curl and swirls around hers, ignoring the drool running down your chins. by the end of it, she’s panting heavily and still whiny.

you kiss her again, brushing back heaps of sliver hair from her sweaty forehead. “ let me clean the mess for you, handsome girl. i’ll lick it all up. “

[trashmouth-richie]

You are eeeeeexcellent at smut 😘😘

🥹🥹 plsss you’re so fucking sweet for saying that! i think ive finally found my style and i love it.

keep reading for a blowjob scene with eddie that i’m really proud of from an already posted fic—

heated: double dosed

He shuddered a breath when your hand cupped him in his boxers, the velvet of his skin soft and warm in your soft grip. He was bigger than you remembered, thick like a stout of beer.

“Christ,” he breathed when you stroked him fully, the pad of your finger running over the vein that ran along his cock. 

You looked at him through your lashes as you lowered yourself to the ground, dragging his jeans and boxers with you, “this what you wanted big boy? Wanted me on my knees for you?”

He hums and holds your chin, brushing his thumb across your lips. 

Licking the tip of his thumb, you hold his heavy cock in your hands, stroking his shaft slow then fast, “you’re so big, Eddie.”

He swallows his next words when your tongue circles his head, collecting the precum with each devilish swipe. You stick out your tongue to show him the pearl in your mouth, and he almost combusts when you swallow it with a hum. 

“Yummy.”

He’s certain he’s going to die right here in your living room, looking at you with your pink tongue swirling around his cock, the way your lips suction around him, fuck, you haven’t even put him fully in your mouth yet and he’s a goddamn mess. 

The teasing is too much but he’ll take whatever you give him, if you were to stop now he’d be completely satisfied, he’d have to pump his cock furiously when he got home to make the ache go away but, he’d do it. 

But you don’t stop, fuck no. You’re just getting started. You like him like this, flushed in his cheeks and waiting patiently for your mouth. His mouth opening as yours does. Waiting, pleading, hoping that you would finally let your wet warmth surround him. 

And then you do. 

He stretched your mouth cheek to cheek, a literal mouthful. And he hums. Is he thanking God? You hide your giggle, deciding to take him further into your throat as you hollow your cheeks and slide him deeper with the help of his canting hips. 

You hum around him and it tickles him, but he’s so drunk on your mouth he’s muttering sentences that don’t even make sense. 

Pumping your hands along his shaft you dribble spit from your throat to the head of his dick, a slimy string connecting you mouth, one that you slurp back up and take him in deeper. His knees are bent and he pulled his shirt under his chin, wanting to see you fully with his cock stuffed in your mouth, your pretty eyes are teary and he can feel you gag around him before he pulls out and you come back for more. 

He’s not sure how long you’ve been at this, and he’s trying to keep his mind averted to anything other than your slippery throat and the cute way your eyes are looking up at him. 

This was better than the way you sucked him off in the bed of Wayne’s truck. You were solely focused on him here. No other distractions, just you and him. 

“Look so fucking pretty, baby,” he moaned, reaching down to hold your cheek, his thumb wipes away some of your smudged make up from your eye, “ do you know that?”

You nod with him in your throat, and he breathes more nonsense as he looks to the ceiling and runs his fingers through his hair, trying not to convulse, but he can’t take it any more, you're working his dick like you’re short on rent. 

“Fuck, sweet girl, fuck,” Eddie whines, scrubbing his hands down his face, his stomach burning to give in to you,  I— shit shit shit, ‘m gonna come.”

He works his hips away from you but you wrap your arms around the back of his knees, holding him with his dick still in your mouth, waiting like a kitten for milk.

He cums hard, biting through his bottom lip to keep himself from yelling out loud. You don’t stop bobbing your throat, swirling your tongue, around his length and puckering your lips around him. 

With his load in your mouth you paint his cock with it, moving it around and around with your excess spit, a hurricane against your tornado tongue, you finally swallow, sucking in your cheeks once more, and cleaning Eddie off in one swoop. His cries fill the room and you finally release him with a pop. 

“Jesus, fuck.” He exhales, sleepy eyed. His reddened swollen cock hanging between you both, “c’mere.” 

He helps you to your feet, and you tuck him back into his boxers gently. He mutters an embarrassed thanks, you’re smiling up at him with a cocky little smirk. Completely ready for him to pull up his jeans, maybe get himself a beer from your fridge, but he doesn’t. 

Eddie holds you to him, his forehead leaning on yours, big hands wrapped around the small of your back. His erratic breath plumed through his nose and his chest was beating fast. You’ve never seen him like this, “Eddie?” 

He doesn’t let go, doesn’t say anything, he just moves back to press the lightest of  kisses to the tip of your nose. “You, “ he finally says, licking his lips and rolling his eyes into the back of his head, finally focusing back on you, he pulls you closer, enough that his eyes are all you can see.

But whatever he was going to say is stuck in his throat, he never finishes what he was going to say. Just pulls you into him and holds you there, his lips on your neck, kissing you softly.

[hazelfoureyes]

The Safeword is RadioApple (part 4 - Alastor’s win?)

Read the first part here for intro and warnings and then decide:

Did Lucifer win rock paper scissors? Cum here

Did Alastor win rock paper scissors? Keep reading

Alastor’s eyes sank down to you, looking past his nose as Luci began to kiss at his jawline. “Our wise king”, he smirked, “had an idea. Would you be interested in hearing us out?”

Us? You nodded, almost knocking a headache right back into your skull.

“Luci”, did he just call him Luci?, “thinks we should show you our teamwork skills. But you seem quite tired today… so perhaps, our little duckie could be the one connecting us, instead of you, darling?”

Your brain couldn’t process anything happening. Not sounds or sights let alone grammar and implications and tone of voice. The word ‘duckie’ disintegrated neurons. Luci stopped his slow and wet kisses down Alastor’s neck to flash the most sinful look your way, “What do you say, kitten?” He had never looked so much like the devil before. There was a power you couldn’t put your finger on, something pouring from his body into the air around you he had never brought into the bedroom. You remembered the power that the video of him defending the hotel had held and how it brought you here in the first place.

Quick, someone tell Charlie. You’d managed to make it to heaven without even leaving hell.

The shock continued as the men took to task undressing you, then each other. Alastor never got fully nude around Lucifer unless it was in the bath or shower, but he let Lucifer strip him bare.

Lucifer lied on top of you, his knees pushing your legs open as his mouth came to yours. His still soft cock gently pressing into your crotch, his smile making your teeth bump into each other with every reconnection. Stopping, he looked behind and then back to you. You watched him shake his ass a little as he lifted it up into the air. A second later his eyes closed and he moaned above you. You could see between your bodies to where Alastor was, dark and unusually shiny tentacles pushing up against Luci’s ass. 

Your breath got trapped in your throat, making it difficult to reply when Alastor’s disembodied voice asked you, “Would you like to be stretched, darling? To take Luci?” 

Lucifer looked down at your face, red and staring at the scene behind him, “Looks like a yes.” You nodded.

Slippery with lube, you felt something slide into you with ease, tapered and gentle. Conveniently, Alastor was able to shift the width of his summoned tentacles at will, waiting to hear Luci’s sounds dip into more pleasure than just adjustment, he let his tendrils grow in him. 

He could hear Lucifer’s moans get muffled as Luci resumed kissing you, tongue roaming into your mouth to taste you. Alastor felt compelled to bring his hand to his own growing erection, watching his extensions push into you both. His little pair of does, waiting eagerly for him. He found himself confused by what the sight was doing to him. Like collecting souls but a different part of his brain was lighting up. Quite the different collection. Two people, one a keen and kind woman unneeding in anyone’s company but deserving everyone’s affection; the other the unparalleled King of Hell, former favorite of God. One too good for his bloodied hands. One too regal to kneel to him.

Yet both lying soft before him and moaning around his extensions. 

The room was spinning now for Alastor. Cock weeping as he lazily touched himself.

The thought came to him to just ignore Luci’s part in this and fuck you both in whatever way he could, but in the growing haze of his power high he managed to remember the point of this. Teamwork. He could dominate you both, reminding you who was the one “wearing the pants” (when behind closed doors) another day. 

You felt Lucifer’s cock stiffening against your thigh, bringing a whimper out of you. 

“Enough,” Luci groaned.

“What’s that, your majesty?” Not an honest question.

“Enough stretching. Fuck me.”

Alastor felt a small twitch of annoyance, “Very demanding, aren’t we?” But when Luci wiggled his butt side to side, the feeling fell apart. Memories of Luci’s soft flesh flooding back. A different taste to you, but one he still enjoyed. A snack he actually could see himself craving.

“Can I come in, kitten?” Luci’s lips were soft and puffy from repeated kisses to your own. Speaking was still a struggle but you managed to croak, “Yes please.”

“Kittens ready, Bambi.” Not said as mockingly as it usually was.

You felt the tendril slide out of you and Luci’s heat prod at your entrance. Lucifer kissed you, tongue feeling over yours and distracting you before thrusting his considerable length in. One long intrusion, lubed lips sliding as he sunk in. Buried to the hilt, Luci sucked on your tongue as you tensed under his lithe body. He stayed busy with your mouth until you relaxed again.

His tail whipped up and found Alastor’s heat, slipping around and hooking under his balls and tugging the sinner gently toward his ass.

Alastor began to wonder if he had actually won the rock paper scissors match or not. He didn’t intend to make the breathy moan in response, Lucifer beckoning him to enter his now softened hole. Claws settling into the smaller man’s hips as he stared for a moment where Lucifer’s cock was hidden in you. He could see your wetness pushing out with tiny twitches. 

He pressed down and forward on Luci, spreading his cheeks before pressing into his body. You felt Luci’s breath hitch, watching his face as he moaned, “Fuuuck.”

Was this fair? Were you too lucky of a sinner? Was there a second hell you should be sent to?

As Alastor entered Lucifer, you felt Luci’s cock moving in you. As Alastor pulled out, Luci’s own pulled back a little too. As Alastor thrust in, so did Luci. Your head craned back, stomach tightening as you considered you were somehow fucked by Alastor by way of Luci’s movements. How could you feel so close to someone you weren’t touching? How could you feel Alastor through the warm skin of Lucifer? 

Luci lifted himself up on his elbows, eyes closed as he let delicious sounds tumble from his throat and down to you.  

Lucifer always enjoyed hugs, and this could be considered the ultimate hug! Ass full of Alastor, cock sheathed in you, he felt impossibly loved. Alastor was panting behind him, cock still growing in Lucifer with every pull of his clenching asshole. You breathing heavy under him, his impressive cockhead knocking at your womb.

Aah, he wanted more. He wanted to feel more. Surrounded by pleasure and breaths and warmth and wetness. Horns began to grow slowly from his forehead, the prideful king feeling greed. More. Give him everything. Fuck him like he was the downfall of man, because he fucking was. He tempted humanity into ruin so ruin him in turn. He gave humans sin, now return the favor.

“Alastor-!,” Lucifer rolled back onto Alastor, dragging his swollen cock past your g-spot as he did, “I won’t break. Fuck me.”

Alastor’s hips stilled, he felt his vision distort in front of him but had no time to regain composure as Lucifer began pushing on and off him. He could hear your suddenly high pitched moans coming from somewhere, his eyes closing. 

Torn. Listen to the command and destroy the tiny body under him? Or disobey, and miss out on the pleasure of losing control?

He didn’t have to decide, eyes opening in time to watch Lucifer look back over his shoulder as he bounced his ass on Alastor’s crotch, “Breed me, Allie.”

Alastor wasn’t aware he had kinks, nor that the word had any meaning other than ‘bend’, but that didn’t stop his body’s reaction.

You shuddered, the words going straight to your crotch. Which is also where Luci’s cock was stuffed back as Alastor fucked down into the man with punishing force and speed. Luci’s eyes were losing focus above you. His movements into you just the bouncing of his hips as Alastor now seemed fully intent on chasing some impossible goal.

Just past Luci’s horns you could see dark branch like antlers reaching out. The feeling of Luci snapping in and out of you, just a few inches actually leaving you but it was enough, had your mouth hanging open with soundless gasps. You could feel yourself getting wetter around him, dripping down your cheeks.

Luci’s eyes tried to stay on you, fighting back the call of subspace, “Kiss me, kitten. I need to feel you, too.”

He leaned down and offered his open mouth, tongue snaking out. You sat up on your arms to reach. Licking up his tongue and to his lips before closing your mouth around his. He tangled with you, occupying your mouth and pussy.

Alastor’s mind was fuzzy around the edges as he tore his eyes from Luci’s hole to watch you two kissing. A fire was burning through him, an arousal he hadn’t felt before when seeing people kiss. Perhaps because you two were his. 

Could he say that? His hips didn’t stop, humping Lucifer’s backside like an animal in rut. Rut. He lifted one leg, bending his knee to get more power behind his thrusts. 

Alastor grabbed Luci’s right wrist and held it at the small of Luci’s back and pushed down. Luci crashed into you, knocking the breath from your lungs. Alastor’s freehand came to your bent legs and left small scratches up the sides of your thighs.

You tapped Luci twice on his arm where your hands were gripping. His tail sent the message to Alastor’s waist where it had the larger demon leashed.

A lighthouse in the fog, Alastor took both hands off of you and Lucifer and slowed, waiting.

“Don’t crush her, Alastor. Just me.” Lucifer sighed, taking the chance to catch his breath. 

Alastor rubbed your thighs, gentle circles massaging into you, “Forgive me, wont you? Momentarily lost my senses.”

You clenched around Luci, who moaned out your name in response. Alastor took a second to survey the sex pile before him. He took a hold of both Luci’s wrists and pulled Luci’s chest off of you, “Did I hear you right? You won't break?” Alastor spoke into Luci’s shoulder before cutting into skin with his teeth. Lucifer could only groan, “Nngh Alas—-,” clenched teeth through a wave of pleasure and pain, “-stor.”

Your hands reached up to pet at Lucifer’s body. As Alastor started again you pressed down gently where you could see Alastor pushing out beneath Lucifer’s stomach. Luci bit his lip. Hands here and there, body used and petted. Your cunt super heated and dripping around him, making obscene sounds every time his skin was pulled from yours. This is what he wanted. 

Lucifer felt Alastor expanding in him, blood rushing for a final push before his orgasm. He wanted to feel it, Alastor’s hot cum flooding him. 

“Please, fill me up,” it was the last full sentence Luci could manage as Alastor slipped back into primal autopilot. Hips pistoning into Luci’s ass with sharp and sticky slaps. 

“Ffuuuuu-,” Luci’s moans melted into pleasured screams, his voice suddenly higher as the air was fucked out of his body. Muscles tightening, he wished he could hold your hand as his orgasm surprised him. 

Your gentle sounds, noises pushed out of your body with the slide of Luci’s cock against your cervix, quieted as you felt a rush of warmth. You were quickly becoming addicted to that feeling.

“Cumming?” Alastor asked, hearing Luci’s change of pitch and feeling the sudden spasms so strong around his dick it felt like Luci was sucking him in to his body. You moved your head to finally get a good look at Alastor.

He was sweating, face flush and lips peppered with tiny cuts from where his teeth bit down too hard. You nodded to him, Luci going completely silent as his eyes seemed to spin in his skull. 

Alastor’s smile softened at the sight of you, “Feeling good, dear?”

“Best hangover ever.”’ You said.

He hummed happily, lowering Luci’s upper body to rest on you, he lifted Luci’s ass up with both hands and fucked the devil with no worries of hurting you. Luci made a kind of half gasp half squeak with every thrust. A whimpered, “slower, sensitive” into your neck. As Alastor milked himself empty with Luci’s taut hole, Luci’s dick slipped out of you, soft and sticky head being swung against your clit with the after-thrusts of Alastor’s orgasm.

You had two thoughts. One, you were suddenly grateful for Alastor’s normally nearly non-existent sex drive. If you all attempted this as often as Luci and You enjoyed sex, you’d all be raw and dehydrated on a daily basis. And Two, you were so horny still that it nearly hurt. Unaware women could get blue balls, you pushed your thighs together and ground up a little into Lucifer.

A moment of silence. The two partners above you riding out their shared sensations, Alastor still very slowly moving, Lucifer hissing with your body hitting at this overly stimulated dick.

Luci rolled off of you to return to your right side. Alastor walked to the bathroom, cleaning himself before returning to your left side. Your breath was finally calming, covers pulled over your quickly cooling bodies. Alastor pulled you into him, spooning you as you faced Luci.

Lucifer was glowing, everything had gone to plan. He knew Alastor would never let him have you to the extent he wanted. Not while he saw Lucifer as a threat to the relationship. And while he had accepted that initial offering of sex with you with zero interest in Alastor, he had come to find him…palatable. If being with you meant being with Alastor, too, he had decided during your praise of them at the party the other night that he would endear the radio demon to him. 

He shuddered at the emptiness he felt now. Maybe the plan had worked too well…was he such a great deceiver he managed to trick himself into liking Alastor?

Luci watched your hand snake between your thighs as you opened them under the covers. Soft features now erotic, eyes half lidded and mouth agape, he realized Alastor had taken to task helping you finish. He took the opportunity to kiss your cheeks, your forehead, the bridge of your nose. He whispered sweet compliments and praise into your flushed skin as you lazily found a small release around Alastor. The ache melted from lap as you finally snapped that string of tension. 

You pulled off of Alastor and crawled over Luci, “You’re in the middle today.” You took your place as big spoon and watched Alastor scoot closer to Luci, eyes nervously looking everywhere else.

Perhaps it was the hormones from his arousal, or the debauched scent in the air of sex, but he was seeing that space you typically occupied not as an obstacle to the person on the other side but a bridge. Luci lied there, spent and grinning. He was a connection to you, a shared something Alastor wasn’t comfortable confronting yet that deepened the well of affection you each pulled from.

His let his arm extend, resting on Lucifer’s hip as your own hugged Luci from behind. As post orgasm exhaustion dragged you into an early sleep, you drifted off to the sight of Alastor smiling at you, his hand settling beside Luci’s on the pillow.

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[amorisxx]

Snickerdoodle pt. iii

(Halloween special)

pairing: Art Donaldson x reader summary: The fall fest rolls around. You and Art are part of the parent committee. An unexpected meeting leads to another moment in a parking lot. warnings: smut 18+, car sex, piv, cheating, description of panic attack word count: 3.6K a/n: This part gives a bit more context to each of their lives. It doesn't really progress the plot very much, but I enjoyed writing it. previous part | next part

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It’s a Wednesday afternoon. The house is quiet, free of the frenetic energy that children bring. Kaleb is still at school, and you’d taken the day to finish preparing your baked goods for the fall fest on Friday. The only noise to be heard is the sound of Art panting into your ear.

“Oh…f-fuck… please, please.”

Halfway through decorating the sugar cookies, he’d started pressing kisses to the side of your neck. You had tried shooing him off, but it was to no avail.

That’s how you end up pressed against the kitchen counter with your dress bunched up at the hips. One strap is halfway down your arm as Art frantically ruts into you from behind.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans into your neck. 

He has one hand holding your hip in place while his other arm pins your back against his chest. In between thrusts, he uses one hand to greedily palm at your breasts.

When you start clenching around him, Art snakes a hand around to your front. He moves his fingers to where his cock is throbbing inside you. He groans at the wetness that has seeped out of you and collected at his base. You moan when he drags his fingers up to rub desperate circles over your slippery clit.

“Want you to cum, ah, need to feel it baby, please,” he pants.

It isn’t long before you’re throwing your head back and squeezing around him.

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“Now, will you please let me finish these cookies?” You huff. “I knew I shouldn’t have let you come over.”

He snorts. “You said you could use the help.”

“Well that’s when I thought you’d actually be of some help.”

He grins at you with lidded eyes.

The truth is Art did come over to help you, but he also came because watching you bake has become one of his favorite things to do. Since the two of you have started seeing each other more often, he’s started spending time at your place during the weekends when Kaleb has to stay with his dad. Though you don’t admit it, he’s noticed that you tend to bake when you’re worried. Art thinks it must take your mind off of things. It’s as if you go on autopilot. You disappear into the task as everything fades to the background. It reminds Art of what tennis used to feel like.

The baking also reminds him of his grandmother. Before she moved to the nursing home, she would always bake cookies for Art when he was young. He’d know because the sweet aroma would fill his nostrils upon entering the front door.

Sometimes, he was able to watch her bake and take in the entire process. It was calming for him to observe all the various steps and pass her different ingredients. He wondered how she knew the exact amount to add, and she’d tell him it was because of “years and years of practice.” Art quickly grew fond of the idea of building something up from scratch. And he learned that through lots of practice, you could make something really sweet.

So, in a way, you remind Art of his grandmother. He doesn’t tell you that though because he doesn’t think that’s the best thing to say to someone he’s just been balls deep inside. He does tell you, however, that he likes seeing you like this.

You look up at him in between adding orange icing to a cookie. Some of the icing spills onto the counter as you tilt your head and furrow your eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

He gestures around the kitchen. “It’s nice, you know, being able to watch you make something.”

Though you’re looking down at the cookie, he sees the smile splitting your lips open. Art leans forward and swipes the icing from the counter with his index finger before popping it into his mouth. He smiles at you around his finger, and you flush as warmth spreads throughout your body.

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“Nancy,” you start. “I just finished setting up this entire table. I am not moving all of this again.” You gesture to the spread of homemade cookies, pumpkin shaped cake pops, and pretzel rods dipped and drizzled in orange, black, and purple icing and sprinkles. The cookies themselves were a pain to arrange. You wanted there to be an even number of skull and jack-o’-lantern shaped sugar cookies on each platter. And each cookie needed to be facing forward. You didn’t think you had the patience for some snaggletoothed kid to ask what’s this? And plant their finger right on the cookie only to decide they hate pumpkins and leave it there. 

“Okay!” She says defensively. “I just wonder if it’s such a good idea for the sweets table to be so close to the bouncy house. I wouldn’t want the kids to get sick.”

She turns to assess the giant inflated pumpkin. “I’d say they probably need a good 50 feet to walk and let the cookies settle before they start jumping up and down…don’t you think?”

You stare back blankly at the woman. “You just had me move because you said the smell of the petting zoo might ruin appetites.”

“And it could!” She whips her head back around at you, her blonde bob slapping the side of her face. “Those baby goats are cute, but they don’t smell great hon!”

You fold your arms.

“Alright.” Nancy raises a hand with a shake of her bobble head. “We won’t move,” she relents, “but could you maybe just tell each kid to eat their treats at the table, you know just to make sure they stand around for a couple of minutes before running to the bouncy castle?”

You start to tell her that it’ll be hard to control what a bunch of excited, elementary schoolers do after they get some sugar in them, but decide it’s not worth arguing with her. You glance over at her husband, Frank, who has set out his red and black folding chair next to the drink cooler. She’d instructed him to make sure each kid grabbed one drink at a time because “lord knows we’ll be picking up half full juice boxes all night.” Without so much as a glance, he’d mumbled a well versed “yes honey” and sat in his chair, staring into the distance and scratching his chest.

You decide to take a page out of Frank’s book.

“Sure, Nancy.”

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Your table proves to be a popular one. You’re not even halfway through the festival, and most of your cake pops are gone, and the sugar cookies are depleting by the minute. You blame Art for being such a distraction that you didn’t think to bake more cookies just in case. Once he’s done with face painting duty, you plan on letting him have it.

You’re counting how many jack-o’-lantern  cookies are left on the platters when a voice interrupts you.

“I always did love your baking.”

“Chris? What are you doing here?”

Your ex husband is standing in front of you, hands in his pockets as he smiles down at your spread of goodies.

He makes his way over to your side of the table. “My boy practically begged me to come, so of course I had to show up.”

You turn and purse your lips. “Well I hadn’t heard from you so I assumed you weren’t coming. They took your name off the list at the PTA meeting.”

“Dad!”

You look over to see your son barreling towards his father. He laughs reaching out to haul him up into the air. His little pirate hat goes crooked on his head. “You came!”

“Yeah, man, I told you I would!”

They fall into their own conversation as you help serve treats to some other kids that have wandered to the table. Despite your feelings about Chris, you can’t help but smile at the sound of Kaleb’s giggles. You’re glad that his dad’s presence brings him so much joy. You remember a time when you too felt that unyielding happiness around him. That flutter in your belly and the warmth in your chest that can only be characterized as pure, genuine fondness. God, you were so fond of him.

At the time, you thought you could never experience anything better than that. It’s why you agreed to marry him. And why you also agreed to stopping your birth control. Knowing he wanted to start a family with you made you love him even more, because to have a child with someone is to irrevocably tie yourself to that person. Being loved by Chris was your point of reference for so long.

But that was before.

Before he decided you weren’t enough for him, before he decided to be withholding, before he made you feel unlovable. It turns out that having a child with someone isn’t the symbol of unconditional love that you’d believed it was. Once you had removed the rose tinted glasses, you were able to see that love isn’t something that’s promised to you. Even if someone makes that promise to you, the love itself may not endure. You’re not sure how much control Chris really had when it came to loving you. You’re still figuring out what love entails when you’re not with him.

Now, you just hope that Kaleb will never learn what it’s like to not be loved by his father. That he’ll never have to vie for his affections nor his attention. That he will always feel held by his love and not stifled by it.

You feel something poke your hip, jolting you from your thoughts. It’s Kaleb, pressing his plastic pirate’s hook into your side to get your attention. You grab the hook in your hand, reminding him to be mindful of the point. He offers you a sheepish, snaggletoothed smile. “Sorry.”

You sigh and run your hands over his curls before gently tugging his ear. It’s a habitual motion that began when he was a toddler. He could be a little rambunctious, running around the house in nothing but a pull-up to avoid bedtime. When you’d finally catch him, you would ruffle his hair and gently pinch his little ears, calling him a silly monkey. He would erupt into fits of giggles before breaking away again making “ooh-ooh ah-ah” sounds.

Kaleb takes his arm behind his back in an effort to control his hook. “Dad said I can go with him tonight!”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah! Said once this is over we can go have some real fun!”

Chris laughs, patting Kaleb’s shoulder.

“What does that mean? Real fun?” You raise an eyebrow at your ex.

“Oh Christ! I’m just gonna take him to get some ice cream or something,” he says.

“I’m just trying to make sure my son doesn’t pick up any of your…” you look over him from head to toe, “… bad habits.”

He rolls his eyes.

“But yeah, that’s fine,” you sigh. “Do you have the booster seat?”

“Yeah, and it’s the perfect height for him to see the girls at the strip club tonight,” he cracks a smile like it’s the funniest thing ever.

Kaleb catches sight of a classmate and almost knocks his dad over in his haste to run to them. Chris shouts “Be careful!” before glancing over at you and chuckling.

You curl your lip in disgust before turning toward the couple approaching your table and offering them a bright smile. You can feel Chris’ eyes on you as you move to serve them. Once they’ve gone, you turn to him.

“Is there a reason you’re still standing here?”

He chuckles. “How do you know I didn’t want some of your cookies?”

“Okay, well what are you getting?” You ask impatiently.

He doesn’t answer the question. Instead, he runs his thumb over his bottom lip and smirks, “You look really good.”

Your stomach twists.

“I miss you.” He searches your face. “You know that?”

You scoff. “No you don’t,” you say definitively before turning away from him.

You then notice that Art is making his way over to your table. He’s wearing the same black and orange “fall fest committee” shirt that you are, but his figure fills it out much better than you can. His jeans are hanging effortlessly on his hips, and you think that if he hadn’t stuck with tennis all those years, modeling would’ve been a great second option.

Your field of vision gets cut off by your mosquito of an ex husband. You literally swat at him to move away, but he’s still smiling at you.

“Please just get whatever you’re gonna get and leave me alone.”

He reaches for you. “C’mon, baby, don’t be like that.”

You yank your arm out of his reach, sending him a warning glare.

He ignores the warning, stepping closer to you to lean down near your ear. “You know every time I come pick up Kaleb, I just think, God, what will it take for me to get those pretty legs open again?”

A loud smack resounds as his head snaps to the side. You’re gritting your teeth. “Fuck you.”

He holds his cheek from where you’ve smacked him, a tiny smirk etched onto his face.

You point your finger at him. “How dare you? How dare you come to me with this shit! You have a fucking fiancée!” Your hands have started to tremble as your anger rises. “I mean, seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?? You don’t get to treat me the way you did then come here saying shit like that!”

You don’t realize that Art has been standing there. He sees your trembling hands and glassy eyes and subtly positions himself between the two of you. “Is everything okay?”

You’re still glaring at your ex as if daring him to say something else.

Like the coward he is, Chris lowers his voice like he’s talking to a rabid animal. He tells you that you need to calm down before turning to Art. “Yeah, man, everything’s fine.” It’s just like him to make it seem like you’re the one who’s unhinged in the company of outsiders.

Thankfully, Art isn’t just some person.

He fully stands between the two of you, blocking you from Chris’ sight. You hear him say, “yeah well it doesn’t seem like it, man.” The muscles in his back are tense and his shoulders are square.

Chris sounds like he’s about to say something, but Art doesn’t let him finish. “I think you should leave her alone.”

You swallow and look down at your shaky hands willing them to be still.

Chris makes a move to step around Art. His jaw is clenched tight. “Respectfully, I don’t think it’s any of your business.”

Art lets out a humorless laugh. “Yeah. It wasn’t a request,” he says.

A second or two passes by as the two men stare at each other. Chris squints at Art, throws a glance around at you before stepping back with a laugh. He shakes his head assessing the way Art has planted himself in front of you. His eyes drop to where you’re fisting the end of Art’s t-shirt in an attempt to calm your nerves. He mumbles something about not being surprised but continues his retreat. “I’ll drop Kaleb off Sunday night,” he announces over his shoulder.

Once he’s gone, Art turns to you, rubbing his palms down your arms. “Hey,” he bends down to look you in your eyes. “You’re okay.”

It only makes your lip tremble more, the anger from earlier dissipating as something else takes over. Art tells you he’ll be right back. You bring your arms over your chest as your breathing gets heavier. The ruckus in the air is starting to feel suffocating. Your ears are ringing and you begin to feel tingling in your cheeks.

When Art comes back, he has Nancy’s husband, Frank, in tow. He tells him something, but you can’t hear him over the sound of your own heartbeat. You’re gasping for air. You barely pick up Art’s voice saying “come with me.” You let him take your hand and lead you out of the chaos.

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The sound of Art’s car door shutting makes you realize that your face has stopped tingling. You blink as your breathing returns to normal and the static-like ringing in your ears fades away. You rub your palms over your fabric covered thighs and take one big breath before exhaling. Something moves in your peripheral vision, and you glance to your left. Art is sitting in the driver’s seat, but most of his upper body is facing you. His soft eyes watch you with a patience that makes you want to cry all over again. You reach for him.

Art immediately pulls you to him, letting you settle in his lap as you wrap your arms around his neck and rest your head on his shoulder. He presses a kiss to your head.

“I’m sorry you had to see me like that,” you mumble into his shirt.

“Baby,” he runs a hand over your back.

“No, it was pathetic. I can’t believe I let him get under my skin like that.”

“It was a panic attack. It’s not your fault,” Art murmurs into your hair. “And that’s exactly why he did that. He wanted to get a reaction out of you. Don’t blame yourself.”

You lift your head up to look at him. You search his face. All you find is sincerity.

You brush your thumb over the skin behind his ear and lean in. Your noses gently bump against one another before you’re pressing your lips to his. It’s soft, slow, and deliberate. Art places his palm flat against the small of your back as he returns the kiss with equal tenderness. Through your lips and your tongue, you try to tell Art everything you aren’t able to say with your voice. And if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was telling you the exact same thing back.

When you bring your hips down to roll against him, Art tells you “we don’t have to.” It’s your turn to tell him that you want this.

You move to the backseat. He peppers quick kisses over you every now and then as you both work to get each other’s pants down. It would probably be quicker to simply take them off one at a time, but you two aren’t thinking properly. Your head is swimming from how bad you need him right now. Once you’ve gotten your jeans off, and Art’s are to his knees, he’s sitting back against the black leather, pulling you with him.

You release a small whimper when his wet mouth attaches to your throat. His forehead knocks against your shoulder as you reach your hands under his shirt. “Off. Please.” He lets out a soft grunt as he complies with your request.

Before he can fully toss the committee shirt to the side, you’re running your hands over his chest. You stop at his nipples, letting your thumb roll over the small buds. Despite his attempt to hold it in, Art moans when you lean down and swirl your tongue around his nipple. It makes his cock jump.

You begin to move against his hard member, seeking out the friction of him bumping against your clit. Art gets his tongue back into your mouth as he reaches under your shirt, pinching your nipples. His lips smack against yours as he brings his hands around to your back. He lets them trace down your spine until they meet the band of your underwear.

Art dips both hands into your panties and smoothes his palms over your cheeks. He grips your ass as he guides you to rock against him. You moan into his mouth before you lift your hips to allow him room to pull his underwear down his thighs.

His dick slaps against his abdomen.

Your mouth waters and your stomach clenches in anticipation. You reach for him, and Art lets you take him in your hand, pumping him one, two, three times before he’s greedily grabbing your hips. He promptly hooks his thumb in the seat of your panties. He uses the leverage to pull them to the side, and you guide his tip to rub against your sticky folds. You moan as you drag it upwards to which Art starts rutting his head against your clit.

Without warning, you press Art’s tip to your opening. He hisses when you start to sink down onto him. With him fully buried in your cunt, you let out a sigh. He wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you to his chest. You two share a kiss as he begins shallowly thrusting into you.

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After the both of you have finished, Art doesn’t pull out right away. He keeps you there for a moment telling you he just wants to feel you for a little bit more. Naturally, you don’t protest. The two of you sit within the fogged windows of his car in blissful silence as he lazily strokes your back.

Unfortunately, the shrill ringing of your cellphone punctures that silence.

It’s Nancy.

She asks where you’ve disappeared to, then doesn’t let you respond as she tells you that Frank is at your table which is now empty. They’re going to start cleaning up in about 45 minutes.

When you rejoin the festival, you and Art spot your kids and their friends comparing their various prizes and candy. Standing off to the side is Tashi. She sends you a smile when she notices you. Your stomach drops.

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a/n: As always, let me know what you think <3 my asks are open!

[butchcarmy]

ANON (COVERS MY FACE) this embarrassed me but also SO inspired me. You’re a genius. Please take this

Tags: MDNI🔞, dom carmy, fingering,  dirty talk!!!, spitting

So I’ve been thinking about Carm propping you up on a table a lot recently, spreading your legs and exposing you to him. In this scenario I think the two of you were watching a movie, but you were more focused on him—cuddling up close to him, touching him, kissing him���And I think he had enough. 

“Why’re you so wet, hm?” Carmy’s dragged you to the edge of the table. He’s sitting at one of the chairs, pulled up close. One of his hands is rubbing up and down one of your bare legs. The other is at your pussy, parting your folds delicately with his fingers. 

“‘Cause of you, Carm,” you admit, because you know it’s what he wants to hear. It works like a charm. 

“‘Cause of me?” The broad surface of his thumb dips against your entrance, coating itself in the wetness that collected there. “That’s what’s got you leaking, baby?” You nod quickly, and he hums in approval. “That’s my girl…”

He brings his hand to his mouth, sucks your fluid off his thumb. When he brings it back down, coated in spit, it’s slick against slick. His long fingers just keep stroking at your pussy, smearing your wetness everywhere, teasing and rubbing your folds until they’re hot and puffy.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ wet for me,” he murmurs. His other hand’s left your thigh to tug up at the hood of your clit, jutting it out for him to touch. He brings his wet thumb to stroke slippery circles over your hard nub, and you keen, hips jutting forward. “This pretty pink pussy…you’re so soft, baby.”

“D-Don’t say that—” His words broil in your gut and make your clit throb against his circling thumb. “Fuck—”

“Don’t lie to me,” he says darkly, his index and thumb suddenly pinching and rolling at your clit, and you gasp, throwing your head back as your body tightens. “This pussy belongs to me, and that’s exactly how you like it, don’t you?”

“C-Carm—” His pinching fingers are massaging your clit harder. You can barely speak. 

“You’re mine, and I’ll say whatever I like about what belongs to me.” You try to respond, but only weak moans come out. “Tell me who you belong to, and I’ll make you come.”

“Please,” you beg, but it’s not enough. 

“Tell me who this perfect pussy belongs to,” he says again. His blue eyes are dark. “I won’t say it again.”

“I-It—it belongs to you, Carmy,” you whimper, but his expression remains unfazed, dissatisfied. “My pussy—my pretty pussy,” you amend, cheeks burning, and that’s what finally satiates him. 

“Good girl,” he whispers, “good fucking girl.” 

He sinks two thick, long fingers into you, and it feels like a release. You moan as you squeeze down on them, trying to suck them back in every time they drag back. His other hands uses two fingers to part your folds around your clit. You feel it throb in the open air. 

When he leans forward, you think he’s going to suck on it, but then you feel hot spit hitting your clit. 

“All mine,” he murmurs, almost to himself. His fingers return, flicking your clit brutally from side to side, and alongside the fingers deep in your pussy, you’re wound up so tight you swear you’re gonna snap. 

“Carmy,” you moan, sweet and desperate. Your legs are trembling. “I’m gonna come,” you sob.

“I know, baby. Be good and come all over my fingers for me, yeah?” His quick fingers smack against your pussy with every thrust, the sounds wet and clear. “God, you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous down here…and it’s all mine, isn’t it, pretty girl?”

“All yours, Carm,” you gasp, and you’re gushing all over his fingers. Your orgasm is a tidal wave bottled up in the container of your body, thrashing on your insides. His nimble fingers keep rubbing and thrusting in you as you come, relentless as you tighten and throb against him. 

“Perfect,” he hums, and he keeps his fingers moving. You have a feeling he’s not gonna let you go until your wetness is dripping onto the floor.

[hedgehog-moss]

Welcome everyone, please join us on Baby Poldine’s First Hike! This is going to be a long post because lots of nothings happened :)

Our short-term goal was making it all the way to the torrent without Poldine getting so stressed about being away from her family that we had to turn back.

Our long-term goal: finally having a picnic-carrying llama to accompany us on hikes, which isn’t something I’ve been able to achieve with Pampe because she’s Pampe, nor with Mama Pampy because she’s the matriarch and dislikes leaving her herd behind. (Is there a collective noun? a misdemeanour of llamas? or is it just herd?)

Emotional support cats were recruited to make things less stressful for Poldine. I had to interrupt their afternoon nap on the couch and carry them to the pasture one after the other, and they just lay there looking a bit bewildered, like can we resume our nap or...? But once they saw us dragging Poldine away into the woods they all got curious and followed.

The llamas were a bit suspicious of these shenanigans and started retreating when I carried the second cat outside, so I sent my friend to the greenhouse to get some strawberries, which immediately brought the llamas back.

Although Poldine took one bite of her strawberry and then refused to eat any more of it, because she’s still a baby who only likes familiar foods. (Her grandma volunteered to eat the rest of the half-bitten strawberry.)

One thing we discovered about Pampoldine as we started the hike is that she gets very worried about being a lone llama when we stand still, but she looks reassured as soon as we resume walking. I think us walking decidedly while holding her rope makes her feel like she has a confident leader, while seeing us stop for any reason makes her panic like oh my god, you have no idea what you’re doing and which way to go, do you?

She occasionally tried to rebel and go back in the direction of her pasture, and in these moments all we had to do was grab the nearest cat and toss it in front of her. She would immediately pounce, enchanted, to try and kiss it; the cat would dart away like no thanks!! and Poldine would follow, and off we went again.

Another thing we discovered about Poldine is that she is a compulsive cheek-kisser when stressed. As long as there is someone to nuzzle, the situation can’t be completely hopeless. So we had to accept a lot of kisses.

As you can see, we made it to the torrent! It took a bit of patient coaxing to get her to go in the water (I think she was wary of stepping on the round slippery pebbles) but once she went in she looked intrigued and delighted. She was stomping her little feet to make splashes, and wading about, we actually had trouble convincing her to leave!

For some reason she was more reluctant to follow us on the way back. Maybe once all the excitement of splashing in the stream died down, she suddenly remembered that she was alone far from her pasture and family and got stressed again. We once again tried the method that consists in throwing cats in front of us every now and then, like leaving a trail of bread crumbs behind you except the opposite and with cats. (Note that the cats had the option to flee from this disgraceful treatment any time.) Merricat and Mascarille were talented bait, often leading the way of their own initiative, but Morille complicated things by being a big baby who’d stop dead and start screaming whenever she came across any amount of water. Then we had to carry her across so she wouldn’t get her paws wet.

Pictured below: me, a llama, two cats, then a rivulet (where the mossy rocks are) and Morille lagging behind and screaming pitifully, waiting for a kind soul to carry her.

We made it to the pine area of the woods and Poldine started walking a lot more cheerfully, and sniffing the air with an eager little nose, which was strange because we were still quite far from her pasture so it wasn’t home or other llamas she could smell. We wondered if perhaps she enjoyed the smell of pine resin (it does smell wonderful on warm days!), but then we left the pine woods and entered the hazel woods and she was looking even happier and walking even faster, and then we realised. We were being followed and had been for a while.

Look at her smug little face. (It turns out she escaped because I forgot to tell my friend one of the pasture gates has a latch with an anti-Pampe dual safety system.) Ah, well, it wouldn’t be a proper llama post without Pampérigouste showing up somewhere she’s not supposed to be. She was being so discreet stalking us from afar behind a curtain of trees, we wondered if she’d been following us from the beginning. I hope not, because this small torrent ends up in the Atlantic Ocean and nothing good can come from Pampe discovering how to reach other continents.

Pampe stayed with Poldine long enough to make it look like she’d escaped out of concern for her daughter and not to find out where running water is so she can one day sail to freedom, then she left to have more adventures by herself, completely indifferent to Poldine’s little “mummy, stay :( ” baby goat cries.

Morille and Mascarille also deserted us (it looked like Pampe had promised them a more exciting hike) but thankfully we hadn’t run out of cats, and were able to go home at a decent pace thanks to Merricat, professional llama bait.

All things considered it was a very successful hike! I’m glad Poldine enjoyed the water—now I want to take her to the spots that have a series of little waterfalls, see what she’d make of them :) Or even to the deeper pool you can swim in, who knows, maybe she’ll dive in! Throwing a cat in the water to encourage her would help a lot but I probably won’t do that. They’re very helpful cats who didn’t complain about being tossed ahead like petanque balls to show Poldine the way, but I don’t want to push my luck.

(I regrettably don’t have a picture of this but sometimes when I stopped walking, Poldine would rest her head on my shoulder like “...well? are we lost?” with her little bunny ears tapping the side of my head inquisitively and it was really cute.)