#but like physically is it that hard mentally to deny that you love a person because of gender?

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see i always struggle with my sexuality but thats because i genuinely believe its possible for anyone to fall in love with anyone regardless of sex/gender and because it’s possible to do that it’s also possible to sleep with a person regardless of sex/gender if you love them. but apparently that’s not how sexuality works and i just don’t understand that. like idk what i am but its not straight ig.

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Astro notes ~ part 2

Venus in Aries women tend to be called not feminine enough and could be criticised for the way they move or speak. “Not feminine enough” is something they likely heard at least a few times.

Earth Ascendants tend to put too much pressure on themselves and value responsibility. They may come off as cold and unapproachable without meaning too. They dislike or look down on chaotic and unreliable people.

Sun in Pisces are some of the most trustworthy and kind people I’ve ever met. They are sensible, thoughtful and make great friends.

Sun in Aquarius could be both clingy and distant. It really depends on the person in question and their current emotional well-being. They are known to struggle with recognising or processing their own feelings. The higher manifestation of this placement might actually spend more time by themselves as they realise this is what they truly need or they might just become more independent in general. It’s a funny thing with Aquarius. It’s when they are most chill and just doing their own thing that they attract the most attention. If they try too hard to keep a relationship, they almost always lose it. It mostly could be related to a shaky self of self-identity.

Saturn in 3rd house could bring difficulties in communication. Either you stumble over your words, speak too much or too little or just feel like you cannot find common conversation topics with other people. You are responsible, sometimes to your detriment, as it could lead to a false sense of expectation of what other people should do or be like. You love deeply and have a few select people you pour all your love into and would do anything for. Could mean you are a little rigid and definitely don’t like sharing personal stuff.

Moon in Capricorn: when will you stop denying and over-rationalising your own feelings? Being vulnerable and expressing your feelings is not a weakness as society seems to want to teach us. It takes an enormous amount of courage and strength. It’s about being your authentic self with all of its gifts and imperfections. It will not make you exploitable or create unnecessary drama/conflict. But rather it will open your eyes to truths that may currently be hidden from you. In any relationship, especially personal, emotional compatibility is essential. If you keep being polite and inauthentic you’ll never feel truly fulfilled or find the people who are right for you.

Also, stop being so hard on yourself for every little detail. Allowing yourself to relax and take a break once in a while is important for your mental, emotional and physical well-being. It may also enable you to see different situations more clearly.

Mercury in Virgo: you are amazingly patient and definitely notice the “smaller print”. You might be good at making diagrams, charts, tables. You probably don’t make mistakes when doing calculations and might have a real affinity for the exact sciences. You know how to explain things in simple, concrete and very understandable terms. You know lots of things and are very willing to share them with others. Careful not to come off as a know-it-all and watch out for your nit-picking tendencies.

Neptune in 1st house: is actually a quite interesting placement. People probably tend to project on you a lot. They might have completely false ideas about you and believe them with conviction even when you consistently convince them otherwise. Be very attentive of those you surround yourself with! Sometimes the kindest acts hide the darkest pits of hell.

This placement gives a charming, sometimes ethereal appearance to the individual. There is a charming quality to the way you carry yourself, the manner in which you express your ideas. People could have hidden fantasies about you or idolise you.

Sagittarius Ascendant: talkative, sort of daring personality. If you don’t have many friends, the then you at least have a large circle of acquaintances. You like expressing your ideas, sometimes just to stir the waters. You’re up for fun and spontaneous activities. You like creative people. In social settings you tend to “fly” from one group of people to another as you enjoy exchanging news, ideas, impressions with other people. You may not understand why some earth ascendants like keeping silent. It’s not that they don’t want to talk to you or are angry with you, social situations probably stress them out and they don’t like having their routine interrupted. That’s something to take into consideration.

Also, try not arguing with people just for the sake of proving your point every time. Choose your battles wisely.

Gemini Ascendants: are the real masters of social situations. It’s not mentioned nearly enough just how good they can be at picking up on social cues. They might wisely not show it or even mention it later on, but you can be damn sure they didn’t miss a thing. Also, they are very flexible/adaptable communication wise. If you have a more subdued way of communication they’ll talk more softly and encouragingly. If you are loud and enthusiastic they will try appearing that way as well.

They pick up on the vibes of a room: main relationships between people, primary personality traits, attitudes, if someone has social anxiety etc. They probably also know about secret enemies and crushes but will pretend not to.

Look out for mind games and subtle shows of cunning from them. For example: if you are a heterosexual woman having a secret crush on a heterosexual man and he picks up on it, they might subtly do something to make you feel jealous. Or more blatantly. They could talk to almost every other woman in the classroom but ignore you. Or start talking very pleasantly with you girl friend while you are around etc.

I like associating this placement with the Scandinavian God, Loki, the trickster. They are definitely the type of people that test both the spirit and composure of others. Not always, but there is this tendency, without a doubt.

They might also subtly look down on those who are shy/find it hard to express themselves.

Moon in 8th house never truly gets over a crush. They don’t fall in love easily but once they do you’ll forever remain in their heart. If you leave never to meet them again then you’ll be one of the spirits in the “graveyard” of their souls, ever present and never to be completely forgotten. They are people who are authentic and love with incredible depth and intensity. Once you become their person, they would do anything to make you feel understood and loved. Could have difficulties letting go or accepting rejection.

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kinktober. when they have filthy thoughts about you

pre-relationship mature content. minors do not interact

Wriothesley: do not get me wrong, but this man has a “i don’t give a damn” energy, personally i can’t see him as a horny catastrophe, but i do not deny he would start considering you in an intimate way a few weeks after seeing you, that is if you’re seeing each other on a regular basis (either work or occasional dates). no, he is definitely not a sex on the first date person. but he will slowly and gradually tempt you with kisses that only grow more passionate on each date. 

Tartaglia: he knows that he likes you both mentally and physically very soon, as tartaglia’s opinions are often very strong and grounded. he might start having dirty thoughts about you in 2-3 weeks after seeing you first. and he is not shy to admit it, that he did indulge his primal desires. if you ask him what was his most recurring fantasy of you, he’d say that it is your captivating ass. 

Neuvillette: he tries to suppress his filthy desires, however he realises that he wants you both body and mind sooner than he expected it. he considers masturbating to you in pre-relationship circumstance gross, yet he cannot stop himself either. it results in him scolding his own self. curious, you ask him if he even wants you in a romantic way, because this gentleman keeps only kissing, kissing and kissing you every date, every week, but never proceeding. he says he is just shy. what he needs is your encouragement to push to the sex, because otherwise he’s a quiet and diffident man in nature. 

Pantalone: he is quite filthy and he never denied it. he had the misfortune of getting stiff and pleasing himself to you a few days after your first encounter. that is because not only he is quite an old bachelor and for him finding someone that would arouse him is extremely different, but he also has a very clear mind when it comes to forming his opinions. and his opinion on you, though being very highly for sure, comes to a point where he finds his body desiring you as much as his heart does. he has been on a dry streak for a long while, and at first it infuriates him to even think of such things, but later he will warm up and accept his urges for you.

Capitano: he tries to not think of such things and tries hard. but his instincts are at fault and he cannot comprehend what is happening to his body. when he sees you, he goes all heated up, his body, especially the lower region feels rigid at just a thought of you, the image of your soft features, your curls or eyes. the obscene thoughts that pop in his head scare him, but at the same time he likes the feeling of being in love, because this old, almost ancient, solemn and dignified man throughout all years had forgotten about what it’s like to feel human, to feel fervour and intimacy. he will find himself preoccupied with thoughts rather dirty 1-2 months after meeting you.

Dottore: he is horny for the rest of the first day after he saw you. it’s disturbing and unacceptable, in his opinion, to feel some sort of attachment to someone. imagine how furious it makes him feel to have physical desires towards someone. he is usually very composed and to speak the facts, has low sex drive. but something about you makes his body just go incredibly stiff. he has only a doctor’s robe to use as a cover, for his dick jumps at the sight of you almost immediately. but at least he is sure about his feelings and understands it clearly that “just friends” won’t do. he wants you all, he needs you whole.

Alhaitham: he is a man raised by his grandmother and his basic understanding of etiquette has made him be completely respectful and sensible, especially when it comes to topics of intimate nature. while he does have regular thoughts involving you in the most explicit scenarios, Alhaitham never indulges them, only playing them in his mind. he fights the urge to palm his stiff piece, reminding himself that you two are not even dating yet, and there is a long way to tempt you. he will start thinking of inviting you into more intimate conversations 3-4 months after.

Dainsleif: he is angry at himself for he became stiff at the first time he saw you. he realised that suddenly he doesn't possess the control of his body and it acts upon its urges. dainsleif cages his filthy thoughts about you, but a few weeks of your regular meeting he will desperately give up and touch himself to you, when not a soul knows about it. when you ask him, curiously, when he started having such thoughts, he will apologise and say it happened quite soon after meeting you. he was completely smitten.

Baizhu: baizhu doesn't have either time nor energy to think of such activities, but upon seeing you day by day he realises that his desire grows from somewhere between his thighs. he can no longer lie to himself so one day he does please himself thinking of you, and he thinks of your neck, collarbone and back mainly. he finds them very eye-pleasing, and this attraction soon grows into carnal desire. he will suggest getting intimate on 5-6 date.

[paymechildsupport]

Milked for Every Last Drop ~ // 🥛🐄

Francis Mosses x M!Reader // 😋🙏

HC's [NSFW]

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Holy smokes the THINGS I WANNA DO to THIS MAN--

(That glass is NOT stopping me 😂🙏🥛🤤) 

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  ‘Thinkin’ about how this man’s the biggest fucking cum slut in the whole mf complex. He’s the milkman, but most people don’t know Francis doesn’t mind being milked himself. 

After a long day of dropping off cartons of milk he’ll drag himself to your office at the lobby. As a doorman, you often don’t get home until very late at night— if you ever even make it home. Resigned, Francis has to come to you if he wants his thirst satiated. 

      He’s such a goddamn slut, whoring himself out, whimpering and fucking SQUELING as you pump his swole cock for every last drop. He whines an ungodly amount. All it takes is your strong hand wrapped around his pretty dick for Francis to be reduced to a simpering, sobbing mess. A huge crybaby too. 

Like puddy in your hands, he’d make such a mess,— you’d need to lay towels down everywhere. 

In your office, shutters down after a long winded day at work,— fingers expertly rubbing up and down your husband’s twitching cock, cum flowing as you physically have to hold him up lest he fall off the couch,— which has happened in the past,— the pathetic mutt shaking so much has done the small, old couch in your office in. 

One time you were going down, sucking sloppily at his hard-on on the office couch when all of a sudden it broke— fucking gave out like Francis’ weak legs. While you were rather amused your husband was quite mortified, intent on controlling his spasming body. 

You disliked how tense his body became during intimacy,- so much so you made sure the next time you fucked his brains out and pounded his pretty ass into the bed you made him come so hard he tore his vocal cords and felt tremors ripple throughout his entire body for the rest of the week. He never tried to deny you of his pleasurable reactions again. 

[Additional HC’s <3] 

He’d give you sloppy toppy under your desk while you work (just pray you can focus enough to not terminate the wrong person 😞) 

Loves it when you swallow his cum and kiss him immediately afterwards; like pouncing and sloppily slamming your lips to his, swirling your tongue all around, watching him come undone at the taste of himself on his tongue🙏😋

He’s lactose intolerant 

Certain men can struggle getting aroused, especially if they have a medical condition, are on certain meds, or have depression / anxiety. 1950’s and mental health being nonexistent poor darling can’t properly talk to a professional about his inner turmoils, and sometimes he struggles getting erect. No matter how much you both try, he just physically can’t. Really self conscious of it too, he feels utterly pathetic (and not in that good way). You reassure him you don’t mind, and you love him for him, as your charmingly sleep deprived milkman <3 

           *A/N: Dunno what it is but there’s something so attractive in pleasuring a man who can’t get erect— I read a Geto fanfiction on here about it and it awoke something deep within me. Really need to find that one again, it’s a gorgeous piece. 

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[acapelladitty]

Trouble Like A Mugshot (1.5k)

Pairing: Lucy Maclean/Cooper Howard

Summary: After a long day of travelling the wastelands, Lucy is feeling horny and asks Cooper if he wants to have sex with her. A question which is much more complicated than she could have possibly known.

(A/N: I might turn this into a short series of moments showcasing the pairs developing relationship from this to hard nsfw if that's something folks would like to see.)

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Lucy Maclean was no stranger to the difficult to ignore feelings which were pressing at her body. Fingers slightly trembling, breath coming in shorter bursts than she would admit to, eyes unable to pull themselves fully away from the lounging ghoul who reclined in his nearby bunk with a relaxed stance; cowboy hat tipped across his face as he feigned sleep.

Lucy Maclean knew herself enough to understand that her restlessness wasn't the radition sickness which had recently started to touch at her peripherals again. Nor was it the fact that it had been weeks since she'd had any time to herself that wasn't shadowed by either her ghoulish companion or some other entity.

Lucy Maclean was horny and she was never one to deny herself a simple, sneaky little indulgence when the mood took her.

"Hey, Cooper." She called, fingers rolling across her bare forearms as she sat with her back to the wall, legs crossed in a neat pile. "You awake and listening to me?"

"Hard not to with those foghorn vocals." A grumpy response, muffled by the hat rang back at her. "What are you yapping your flap about?

"Do you want to have sex?"

In their time together, Lucy had never witnessed Cooper doing anything that her vault lessons had taught her were sexual acts. He didn't touch himself around her, didn't disappear for some self-relief as the boys did, didn't make any kind of pass at her like some of the others had done before her husband had been selected. As far as she knew, maybe the ghoul didn't even feel the same things she did, and that realisation made her roll back on her question almost as quickly as she had asked it.

"I mean, if you can have sex that is. I don't know if your," Lucy paused, unsure how to describe her partners physical state without causing offence, "condition, makes it possible. I don't even know if you have the right parts for it but there's other ways of experiencing pleasure. We could use our mou-"

Cutting herself off as her babbling reach a new octave, Lucy watched as Cooper's body - his frame stock still since she had asked her initial question - finally stirred into action. A reddened hand slowly rose from its position by his hip until it reached the cowboy hat, plucking the leather from his face as he turned to look at his bunkmate and travelling companion with an indescribable expression; various emotions fluttering through his typically stoic face.

"I know your experiences with ghouls are limited, princess." Cooper spoke patiently, voice low as he fired the hated nickname at her, her vocal dislike of the new monkier making it a very quick favourite of his. "But the whole package is still intact so let's get that established before you go telling people falsehoods about my good person."

"Okay. Noted." Lucy held her hands up apologetically and her knees touched as she lounged against the concrete wall which was supporting her. "But you didn't answer me. Do you want to? Have sex, I mean? Last time i did was with my assigned husband and it was good enough, great even, but then he tried to kill me and it was this whole thing."

Mentally filing that information away for future use and subtle further investigation, Cooper lay back fully against his own cot and tilted his head closer in her direction, thankful for the dimness of their shared room as it shielded most of his features.

"As much as I'd love to bury my bone in a new patch of land, I don't think that's necessarily the best choice in terms of this little partnership we've stitched together."

Indicating his sewn finger, he wagged it at her dismissively as a discomforting sensation flooded his stomach, mild arousal at the thought of some tail mixing with something dangerous that set his teeth on edge.

"Why not? It's only sex."

Suddenly feeling older than he had any right to, Cooper fell silent as he mused on her question for a moment.

Lucy Maclean.

Eyes as big as a doe, that girl was built soft but he was lucky enough to see people for what they truly were and the steel which lurked beneath the painful optimism and naivety that shone free of her would make her a dangerous player if she ever truly entered the game. He felt the burden of his own cruelty at times, cornering her into making decisions that would cause her little vaultie friends to vomit if they knew the violence she enacted, but with every difficult choice came a fresh coating to that steel which would see her survive and thrive in the wastelands.

It's only sex.

In his life, Cooper Howard had enjoyed less sexual partners than many would believe. A sticky fumbling in the upper level of an old barn had been his first, the other party a sweet girl from a nearby ranch who was two years older and knew what she wanted from him. Pretty soon after that came Barb and as soon as he laid eyes on her he never saw anything past her.

War was terrible for the other men and many lost themselves in drink and the women who haunted the barracks and backlines looking for poor souls to feed on. But not him. Never him.

Not when he had to come home to Barb.

Even when married and at the height of his fame, when aspiring young things would throw themselves at him, their perfumes overpowered by the stink of wine and cigarettes, he had rebuffed them politely. He was loyal and he enjoyed the fruits of that loyalty as he held his wife in his arms and basked in the sweet sounds that she would make as they fucked. Hell, she had even given him a daughter and he loved her every day for it.

War never changes.

But he did.

And fuck him if his new appearance and designation as a Ghoul didn't screw him out of any chance of some stress relief as he wandered the wastelands. Might as well have been a fucking leper for all the tail which was now afforded to him and his leathery visage.

Not for Lucy Maclean though.

She, it seemed, didn't care about any of that.

"Did I say something wrong? The leaders explained all acts of intercourse to us so I know what I'm doing and I consent fully."

Lucy's voice, heated with an almost defensive lilt, broke into his musings and Cooper blinked at her as the hole that made up his nose flared while he inhaled deeply.

"I don't doubt that, darling. I've seen how you handle a pistol." Reverting to his typical sarcasm as he looked, truly looked, at her, Cooper sighed at the earnestness which oozed from her features. "But I'm gonna have to decline. Politely."

"Is it because of me? Did i do somethig wrong? I mean, my husband didn't seem to mind but then he was planning on killing me anyway so y'know?" Making a wild gesture with her fingers as she spoke, the casualness of her speech wasn't enough to mask the genuine insecurity which threaded through the questions.

"You're fine. Attractive little thing, even. I think any man would jump at the chance to have you wrapped around them like an old holster."

He wasn't lying- and he wasn't blind. She was a good looking young woman, her innocence flickering like the dull embers of a welcoming fire in the darkness of the wastelands. She was enthusiastic, eager, and damn pretty with those big eyes and curved figure which hid beneath the bulky clothes which she used for protection. More than once he'd caught himself glancing at her as she bent to snatch up things from the floor and the few times he did allow himself to fall into something like sleep featured breathy moans and the feeling of long, brunette strands brushing through his ungloved hands. Mouthy too so he knew she would be a vocal one - probably yowling like a hellcat.

It would be so easy to have her.

A simple yes and she would no doubt leap into action, shedding those clothes as quickly as did her weapons when trying to find peaceful solutions to violent problems. He would treat her right, everh inch the gentleman cowboy and no doubt much better than that shady husband she'd unwittingly fucked. He'd show her things with his fingers and mouth that would have her screaming loud enough to wake up all the devils in hell. Against the cot, against the wall and against whatever furniture she wanted, he could show her how a real man treats a woman as they both burned off some stress.

Feeling a very definite stirring in his groin, Cooper was quick to banish the dangerous thoughts.

"But a bad man like me shouldn't be allowed near a pretty little thing yourself. You're ready for a lot, Lucy Maclean, but you ain't ready for that."

Something almost like understanding passed through her gaze and Lucy nodded, instead exhaling deeply as she tapped the back of her head against the wall behind her.

"In that case, would you mind leaving for an hour so that I can masturbate, please?"

Cursing himself for the little shred of morality which plucked at his heart and refused to allow him to ruin this unknowing tease of a woman, Cooper dutifully rose to his feet and marched to the nearby door.

"You get half an hour." He grunted, barely tilting his head towards her as he stormed out into the nighttime air - determined to get far enough away that there was no chance that he would hear her and break his determined stance.

Besides, he might not be fucking her but as his cock pressed against his slacks, he wasn't masochistic enough to deny himself a similar pleasure and the distance would also give him some much needed alone time.

Goddamn Lucy Maclean.

Links to rest of the series:

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

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Denial is a River in Egypt

I'm sorry I keep disappearing, my mental and physical health are really bad and life keeps kicking me. I promise I haven't forgotten any of you or my stories. And thank you to everyone who follows and supports me.

tw: kidnapping, dub-con, slapping - please take care of yourself before and after reading. Your mental health is more important than any story.

Everyone knows that what belongs to Simon belongs to John. Of course that includes you, too.

or

Denial is a river in Egypt. Everyone knows that.

You didn't dream as you slept. It was the kinda sleep that came after pushing yourself too hard, after working yourself to the bone. It was deep and left you feeling dizzy when you awoke. The sun was still up, though you didn't know what time it was. Your clothes had been replaced with an oversized shirt that belonged to John. You could smell the smoke and his cologne all over it. No doubt he put it on you to stake his claim.

You stood up slowly, your head spinning for a minute. You needed to eat and drink some water. And a bathroom. A door off to the side revealed the latter. After using the toilet and washing your hands you stared at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were puffy and there were marks along your cheek that proved how deep you'd slept. Dark marks littered your neck from Simon. The memory of John and him rushing back to you, your thighs clenching subconsciously. Bending you wet your face before taking gulps of the cold water. Standing you wiped the rest of the water from your skin before looking back at the mirror. You screamed and turned around, Simon standing behind you. Just watching.

"I got you somethin' to eat, love." He held his hand out, wanting you to hold it.

"Where are my clothes Simon? I'm not going anywhere like this." You grabbed at the too big fabric. He nodded, stepping back into the room and motioning for you to follow.

"In the drawers, love. Johnny and I grabbed everything." You shivered at the thought of that mutt going through your underwear drawer. Simon grabbed a set of sweats and a t-shirt out before handing them to you.

"My bras?" The shirt was thin, one of your at home ones. Simon knew it when he grabbed it too.

"You never wear a bra at home. No need to start now." He took a seat on the bed, waiting for you to get dressed. "Go ahead love, I've seen it before." Huffing you slipped the shirt over your head and pulled the new one on. The sweats slipped up your legs easily. Simon grabbed something from the closet before bending toward your feet and grabbing one.

“What are you doing?” His answer was to slip your feet into a pair of slippers.

“We’re still doing construction. Don’t want you to get a splinter, love.” He placed a kiss against your hair before taking your hand and leading you downstairs. You couldn’t deny that the inside of the house was beautiful. The wallpaper had been peeled off but the windows alone would be stunning. The original wood floor had been restored, showing the age. 

“When we get done you’ll love it. Think we’re gonna paint the walls a dark blue.” It’d be pretty. Add a wainscoting to the bottom and it'll be your dream house. 

“Are you doing it all yourselves?” There had to be a ton of work needed. The room you’d woken up in needed a good paint and airing out. Simon smiled at you and nodded. 

“John knows construction. Plus I know you’d want everything to have a personal touch.” He stopped at a window and pointed at it. You gasped. The window had been redone, and etched in the glass was the tattoo Simon had gotten for you. A bee and a poppy flower. “Nikolai apparently does glass work.”

“Simon..” They had been planning this for a while. Simon’s initials were carved into the corner. “I can’t stay here. I have family and friends.” He faced you.

“Love, you quit talking to your family years ago. And you threw yourself into your job after I left. No one's gonna look for you.” You’re heartbroken, because he was right. Your family had been nothing but hateful to you once you decided to move. You didn’t want to be like them so you left and decided to better yourself. It was one of the things you and Simon had bonded over. 

“This is wrong Simon. You have to know that.” He only smiled and touched your cheek.

“We love you. We’re doing this for you. This way you’ll be safe and taken care of. No need to work. We can support you. Anything you want, say the word and you’ll have it.” You wanted to scream. You couldn’t blame Simon fully. His traumatic past coupled with his abandonment issues made him obsessive. And the team he was part of only played into it. They were all way too close. John was the worst. 

“Please Si.” 

“C’mon. The boys are looking at blueprints and paint swatches. We want you to help us pick while you eat.” He tugged you into a finished kitchen. The cabinets were light wood while the countertops were a mix of white and grey marble. A built-in microwave and double oven, a stove top built into the island and a farmhouse sink that overlooked the yard. The fridge itself was built to blend in with the cabinets. It was stunning and everything you’d ever wanted. The boys were looking at papers strewn on the island but looked up when you walked in. 

“Look who’s awake. Wear you out did we?” John smirked at you and you looked away to hide your warming face. 

“Simon described what you wanted and Johnny drew up the plans. I picked the yellow paint to match the wood.” Kyle smiled proudly. The yellow of the walls made everything light and sunny. 

“Ya’ like it bon?” Johnny had a bright smile waiting for your approval. You couldn’t lie, Simon knew your tell.

“It’s beautiful.” You confessed. John pushed a plate your way.

“Eat. We’re mapping the master and attached bath. It’s your room too, so help us.” Commanding as usual. Even when you and Simon had been together he’d always been in the background commanding him. Your belly grumbled as you sat at the counter. Fruit and eggs lined the plate. Toast covered in butter and jam on the side. Kyle handed you a glass of water, kissing your head as he did.

“We already ordered the bed and frame. So let’s start with the walls. What would you like?” Were you gonna play into this delusion? It might be the safest option right now. Just bide your time until you can get out. Johnny slid a book of swatches and wallpapers your way. Simon watched over your shoulder as you flipped through it.

“What kinda frame?” You wanted something that matched. You loved to decorate. You played The Sims just to build and furnish. Mainly furnish, building wasn’t your forte. 

“A nice wood one, mahogany I think.” You could work with that. Tilting your head you studied each page. Your eyes caught sight of a swatch, and you smiled at it. John caught you staring and ran his fingers over it.

“This one?” You nodded before finding a matching wood toned boarding. 

“We could frame it with this board, almost like paneling maybe?” Simon grunts before pointing to another color. 

“I think an accent wall, framed by the board and then this to finish it off. The light blue he’d chosen would actually look beautiful against the bee themed wallpaper. Bee’s were just your thing. 

“Carpet or wood?” You met John’s eyes. Just play into their hands. Make them think you want to be here. 

“Wood, with fluffy rugs.” He raised a brow but looked away. 

“We need to figure out the closet. Between Kyle and Love here they have more than that closet will hold.” Simon said, sending a wink your way. Kyle chuckling beside you.

“We could just knock out the wall into the next room and make that into a closet?” Johnny offered, pointing at the blueprints for the house. John nodded.

“ We can move everything around and make the walk-in in there now just a bit bigger to fit the bed, knock the wall down and open it into the room. Then just add a door into the new closet. Then there’s space for a vanity or anything else we want.” Johnny sketches as he talks, the image coming together. 

“We could do built-ins in the closet. For shoes and stuff. Add racks for hangers. Maybe build something for her jewelry?” Kyle pointed to the wall. He smiled at you. “See, we do care, dove. All we ask is that you be good.” The taste in your mouth turned to ash and you pushed the plate away. Shame filled your cheeks. You had to find a way out. Standing you go to walk into the attached dining room, but someone follows you. Johnny is at your heels, bumps into you when you stop. 

“What are you doing?” He looks at John. Who crosses his arms. “What? I can’t walk around my new ‘home’?” You use quotation marks for home. 

“Not until we can trust you. Until then Johnny will watch you. Now be a good girl and let him do his job.” You scoff but walk away. The dining room is home to a circle table that needs refinishing. If you could get the paint off and touch the planks you could re-sand it and stain it. Highlight the age of the wood.The chairs don’t match but you could always find a set of simple wooden ones and make them match. The windows are huge, allowing for sunlight to flood in.

“Simon said you love sunlight.” Johnny says standing way too close to you. You could smell him that close. Feel the warmth of his skin. “Mmm. You smell so sweet Bon. Like candy.” His lips graze the shell of your ear. 

“I need to go to the bathroom. Can you show me?” He nods and happily leads you there. It’s clear it’s being worked on. The window is open, an escape. Johnny follows you in, leans against the door jamb. “Can I not pee alone?” He smirks. Rolling your eyes you pull your pants down and sit. Kyle and him had watched you cum all over their Captain’s fingers last night anyway. Simon shouts from the kitchen, Johnny turning away to answer when you take your chance. You yank your pants up and grab the brick from the floor, turning you slam it into the back of his head with a loud thunk before climbing out the window and taking off. Your slippers struggle to stay on your feet as you rush through the yard. Simon was right. No one was around but there had to be a road. And it had to lead to the main road or a town. You just had to keep going.

“Johnny?” It was Kyle. You had seconds. “John!” If you could just find a spot to hide. There were trees and rocks and bushes but you were a city girl. There had to be something. Tears flooded down your cheeks as you rushed around. There is a crack between a tree and rock you could slip in. Hide easily. You don’t have time to think, only to react. It’s tight but you get in and duck down, hoping the grass around you is enough to protect you. 

“She’s gotta be around here somewhere.” Kyle murmurs. 

“Find her. She has me to answer too.” John was angry, his voice so steady. The feet passed you and then went back. You kept quiet, biting into the skin of your hand. Tears soaked into the fabric of your shirt. Seconds turned to minutes. You don’t know how long you’d sat there, but they’d quit coming. Hopefully they were looking elsewhere. You crept out and stretched, looked both ways and went to creep away. Hands grabbed you, one holding your mouth closed as you screamed. The body you were pressed against only chuckled. 

“Big mistake, love.” Simon licked a stripe up your neck. “I can’t save you this time.” You kicked and squirmed and tried to get him to let go. He only tightened his grip and bit your cheek to shush you. He uncovered your mouth when you got to the porch, using both hands to carry you back into the living room. 

“Set me down! Get off me Simon!” You screamed. He dropped you at John’s feet. Your body smacks into the hardwood. A groan escapes you before you sit up and realize where you’re at. “I want to go home.” You growl at John. He laughs at you. Actually laughs at you. 

“I told you to be good. Good girls get rewards, doll. Bad girls? They get punished.” He leans down to your level. “And you have been very bad. Poor Johnny was just doing his job. He just wanted to make sure you were safe.” He grabs your foot and drags you closer to him. 

“Fuck off.” You hiss before he slaps you. You taste blood, you’d bit your lip. 

“Talk back again. I’ll make your punishment even worse.” He leans back up, the chair squeaking. 

“Yeah? What’re you gonna do? Spank me some more?” He chuckled. 

“You’d wish I had by the end of it.” Motioning to someone behind you he speaks again. “You’re gonna wish you never ran.” Hands wrap around your upper arms and tug you up, before a hand is shoving its way into your pants and roughly rubbing your clit. You jerked but the body only stayed firm.

“Johnny, she’s all yours.” John smirks as he says it. You make eye contact with Simon. He’s not looking at you. Kyle is chuckling. 

“Simon. Simon please!” You beg but he doesn’t budge. Johnny laughs as he pulls you against him. 

“Hmm. All mine. Get to ‘ave you to myself.” He nibbles along your neck before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“And Johnny?” He turns back around. “Don’t hold back. Take everything.” 

Johnny was all but fucking you by the time you reached the bedroom. He was knuckle deep, his pace would put a racehorse to shame, and still held you tight to his shoulder. You sobbed, his touch rough and overstimulating already. It was all too much and he hadn’t even really started yet. He tossed you on the bed, your body bouncing twice from the throw. The look in his eyes made your blood run cold. Simon had told you once that Johnny was like a dog. He was loyal to a fault and obeyed every order given to him but that deep down he was wild. A mutt he’d called him. And you had to agree, because he looked at you like a rabid dog. His pupils were blown wide and his mouth open. As he unbuckled his belt and started tugging his jeans down the only word that came to mind to describe him was simply feral. 

“Wanted to fuck you since Si mentioned ya’.” He mumbled, throwing his shirt over his shoulder. Your mouth ran dry when you looked over at him. The whole team was well built and Simon had barely fit the first time you’d fucked, but Johnny? He wasn’t quite as long as Si but made up for it in girth. He hung heavy and his tip was red, the slit leaking. 

“J-Johnny.” You stuttered, fear dripping off your lips. He was going to fuck you and it was going to hurt. At first. You hoped. His hands wrapped around your ankles and he yanked you down the bed, his mouth latching to your clit instantly. You squeeked. The pressure was almost painful but you couldn’t move. He had an arm holding you in place, his other was finger fucking you. He was bringing you the edge too fast, it wasn’t even enjoyable. You tried to push his head away, to get him to stop. Even as the pleasure pushed you over the edge and your legs tightened up, he kept sucking and forcing his fingers into you. He let up enough to growl out,

“Taste so feckin’ sweet bon, I could eat it forever.” Then he was back to licking you clean. You sobbed as he shoved three fingers back into you, your pussy clenching them tight. His lips drew circles around your clit. You yanked at his hair.  “Hmmm do it again.” He looked up at you, watching how your features switched. The pleasure is blinding. You’re gonna cum for a second time in the span of minutes.

“Too much.” You said trying to crawl away but he only pushed you down harder and grinned wildly. His fingers went faster and he laughed as you cried, your toes curling as the orgasm ripped through you. He crawled up your body, his lips latching to any skin he could find. Your clothes had been torn from your body, red marks staining your skin from the pressure of them. 

“Feel so good. So tight. Gonna fuck you until you can’t move.” His lips tugged on your bottom lip, a cry escaping as he shoved two fingers into your mouth and down your throat. “Gonna cum in this pussy then I’m gonna use this mouth.” He licked your cheek before slamming himself into you. His fingers muted your sob. The pain rippled through your veins as he began to hammer into you. His pants reminded you of that documentary you saw about baboons mating. He was in fact an animal. 

“Please.” You mumbled. He took it as a sign to go harder, faster. He bit your shoulder, his teeth leaving deep purple marks behind. Another orgasm was crawling to you. This one felt deeper and more primal than before. Your fingernails dug into Johnny's shoulder. “Go-nna cum.” He smiled and kissed the tears off your cheek, slipping a hand between the two of you to press hard on your clit. The pressure built with the pace of his cock had you screaming out as you came. Stars danced across your line of sight, your body going slack in his hold. His cock still pounded into you, the feeling becoming too much too quickly. But he clearly didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon. 

John chuckled as he walked into the room. Simon and Kyle on his heels. The sight before him made his brain swoon a bit. Johnny’s back between your legs, lapping up cum from your slit. Whose it is they had no idea. You're covered in a mixture of cum and sweat, your hair sticking to your face. There’s dried jizz around your mouth, your breasts are covered in teeth marks. Your thighs match them, your pussy is swollen and every time Johnny’s lips touch your clit a jolt shoots through you. Simon’s heart clenches at the sight. His need to gather you in his arms and care for you tugging at him. But John was right, you needed to understand the rules. Still, seeing you laid out and clearly fucked within a inch of passing out pulled at him. 

“That’s enough Soap. She’s had enough.” John cocks a brow at how you don’t say anything, just pull your knees to your chest and roll over. Your cold, Johnny’s body heat had done enough but you were sweating and damp. 

“Simon, drag him away if you have to. Toss him in a cold shower. Kyle and I will tend to doll here.” Simon nodded and grabbed Johnny by the scruff of his neck, yanking him through the doorway. “Kyle, go start a bath. We’ll be there in just a minute.” Kyle walked off, the sound of running water breaking the silence. John stripped before bending and pulling you into his arms. A whimper left your throat as you tried and failed to pull away. 

“Enough of that.” He huffed pulling you against him carefully. “Kyle started a warm bath, let me clean you up and then we’ll go to sleep. You’ve had enough.” You nod, too tired to speak. John climbs into the massive claw foot tub and sits down, placing you between his legs. Kyle leans against the ledge, a loofah in his hand. 

“We should wash her hair first, John. So the conditioner can set.” You move slightly, so your back is against John’s. You can feel him against your back. He is big and thick. Hard too. Fuck, if three out of four were big, you hated to see Kyle’s. “Here dove, tip your head back.” You listen and tilt back into John as warm water cascades down your shivering torso. Deft fingers begin scrubbing your scalp, you feel the bubbles slipping down your back. “Once more.” Then more warm water. 

“Have you learned your lesson, Doll.” A whimper and you press your arms around you. “Good girl.” John hums a light tune as Kyle washes your skin, his fingers soft. You almost fall asleep, until that soft hand touches your pussy and you jolt. Eyes shooting open. Kyle smiles at you. 

“Need to make sure you’re clean, dove. You were awfully dirty.” There’s a bite to his tone. You know exactly what it is as he plunges two fingers into your sore, aching cunt. A cry as you try to pull away but John holds you open for Kyle.  “Just one more and we’ll go to bed. Promise.” You give a weak nod as Kyle pumps his fingers, and despite the orgasm before you climb that peak. John places soft kisses to your cheeks and neck. When you start getting close you tighten up, a hand wrapping around Kyle's arm. He distracts you with his lips, plying yours open and exploring as you arch your back and cum all over his hand. He chuckles and finishes washing you, John washing the conditioner out. You are done for. Seconds from falling asleep in their arms. John lifts you easily, Kyle drying you off, avoiding the apex of your thighs when you cry at him touching your thighs. No one dresses, instead John carries you to the bed where Kyle is laying, they settle you between them. The warmth is enough to pull you under, your body secure between the two mad men.

tags: @miss-vanta-likes-to-write

[princesscutts2012]

She

A/N: hii! I’ve had this in my drafts since July and it’s finally seeing the light of day. This is my first fic on this acc and I’m so excited. Smut, smut, smut!

“GOD!” You exclaimed after hitting a messed up shot.

“Alright ladies, that’s practice for today. Y/l/n, see me before you leave.” The coach dismissed the team before turning to go to her office.

After showering and trying to mentally gather yourself as well as your items, you leave the locker rooms in suit of the coach’s office.

Her head darts up at the knock. “Ah, y/l/n”. have a seat.”

”Okay.. is there something wrong, coach..?”

“Yes.”

“I know my game was a little off today, but you know me. You kn ow I’ll work twice as hard to perfe-”

”That’s it! that’s the problem, my dear.”

I stare at her unblinkingly, not following where the conversation is going.

Coach looks around before getting up to gently push the door shut. “Look, you’re the best player on this damn team. Don’t tell Tashi that i said that. If you do, I’ll deny it. You absolutely need to rest. You need to take a break. I admire your work ethic and how relentless you are. Other girls let their hair down and go to football parties, meet boys, and indulge in whatever other safe but temporary distractions that are available to you all on campus. My point is, Everyone has bad days and everyone needs to physically, as well as mentally REST! You need to enjoy yourself and to be reminded that college experiences are far beyond th court. Take a few days to unfocus, enjoy yourself, and like actually chill. I’m putting you out of practice, at least for a few days. Come back Monday, Tiger. “

Tiger and panther were the nicknames she’d given you and Tashi.

You stare at the woman in disbelief. “You-you’re benching me?”

She rolls her eyes. “Oh my, y/l/n. Don’t be so dramatic, i’m giving you an excused mini vacation.. that you may not want, but need. It’s also because I care about you. Rest up, tiger. Come back Monday when you’ve gotten full amounts of beauty sleep and some cool zen experience.” She lightheartedly laughs while patting my shoulder.

I nod and take that as my cue to leave

When I walk out of the gym, Art’s there as expected.

”You know you don’t have to pick me up every single day, right?” I scrunch my nose at the guy as he takes my bag off of my shoulder.

“Noo, what kind of best friend would i be if that were the case?” He responds to my expressions with a playful pout.

“The normal kind, the kind that knows I don’t need s personal on-campus bodyguard.”

“Yeah, yeah. Are you hungry?” he peers down at you.

Art is like a 6’2 Greek statue with the demeanor of a golden retriever. He is absolutely the sweetest fucking boy ever. Though, there’s a deep instinctive and primal side of him that you unknowingly bring out. Everyone who nears the two of you can see it. In the way his eyes faintly darken and gloss over when people come too close to you, or when anyone stares a little too long. In the way he hovers next to you, by your side or slightly behind your smaller frame. The way his smile brightens when seeing you, the way his attention is immediately on you when you’re in the same vicinity.. yeah, you definitely got him beat.

You know your best friend cares for you, though. The way he always picks you up from practice, even when he’s all tired and sweaty from those of his own. You appreciate how he always comforts you, buys your favorite food, and other pretty little things that he comes across just because it makes him think of you. He definitely loves you, as you do him… though he dreams of loving you in more ways than listed.

…

”yes, two of those. A Pepsi as well, please.” He finishes off his conversation and hangs up his phone. “Food should be here in an hour , they’re super busy tonight.. wanna talk to me about what’s been bothering you?”

“What’s been bothering me? How do you know something has BEEN bothering me? I Don’t recall giving you any hints.”

“That’s cause you don’t need to,” he nudges my nose and rubs a warm hand up and down my back.

“Mmm.” I moan and lean into his touch. ”coach fucking benched me. well, not exactly. She told me to take the rest of the week off.. mental/physical relaxation… enjoy college distractions like my friends.. blah blah blah. Plus my forehand was completely fucked today.”

he nods “mhm, i see.”

”what?” You raise your brows at him pointedly. ”what are you holding back right now?” Art is always honest with you, but sometimes he won’t exactly share all of his thoughts in steering clear of rocking the boat. The worst fucking thing he could possibly think of in his mind is a not being on talking terms with you. You’re his Jesus on earth, and not having you would be hell.

“I just,..I know you might not exactly agree with this.. but i agree with your coach, i think she’s right.”

“What? Why?”

”I mean come on, y/n. She sent you on the break that I’m sure most of your teammates probably wish that they could have right now. You also are like 98 percent work, focus. Even I, your best friend, have barely seen that two percent.”

”great, you too.” You groan.

“I’m being honest,.. When’s the last time you’ve eaten junk food aside from what’s gonna be here soon? Or the last time you went to a party, had an orgasm, or even slept past ten a.m.?

“Wait, wait, wait! We’re not gonna roll past that like you didn’t just say what you just said!” At this point, you’re laughing and holding your sides.

”What? I heard from Patrick that it's one of the best ways to calm down and de-stress. He swears it helps his tennis game.”

”..yeah, and Patrick is a fucking Oaf with a sucky serve.”

“Regardless, that was a kind thing for your coach to do and you have to let people help you take care of yourself. Let me help you.” There was a shift in his tone that made you shiver a little. Art was always careful, fair, and gentle with you.. but there was more of a firmness in his tone. He meant what he said and needed for you to listen.

”H-how are you gonna help me?”

He smirks before standing up and retrieving a white box from his closet. ”There aren’t any parties that I’m aware of yet, but we can start by checking other things off the list.” He removes the lid, revealing a brand new, solid blue colored vibrating wand.”

”God, Art. Why the hell do you have that??” You blush bashfully.

”For you, Princess.” Hee kneels and removes your hands that hide your face from his view, making sure that looked in his eyes as he confessed to you. “I know it's wishful thinking but I’ve been dying to please you. I knew I needed to make you feel good in every way that I could, ever since I met you. I’ll do it in any and every way that you’ll let me, in any way that you’re comfortable with. I didn’t know if or when you’d ever be ready but I’ve been keeping this for you.”

“Art. Let me get this straight,” you rub your temples with two fingers. “You bought a vibrator to use on me just in case..?”

A slight blush crept its way across his pale skin. “Y-yeah, i just- I love you. Please let me make you feel good?” Looking up at you, his eyes slightly watered as they pierced your own.

You nearly moaned at the sight. He was desperately begging. Art felt like he needed to make you orgasm more than he needed to breathe air, they were equal urgencies in his brain.

You cleared your throat, ‘yes, you can.”

You’ve never seen him move so swiftly, tugging at those tiny little shorts that you insist on teasing him with.

He was about to put your leopard print panties in his pocket when you softly slapped his face. “When did I say you could keep those, hmm?”

You snatch the piece of fabric from him and squeeze his jaw a little. “Open.” He obeys and just as quickly, you stuff the panties in his mouth. He groans when you do.

”Did I say you could have those?” Art shakes his head no.

”If you want to keep my fucking panties, then you need to ask.”

He mumbles an inaudible few words that you assume string together the question you want to hear and grant him permission. ”Sure. Keep them, you fucking perv.”

Art tucks the panties in his pants pocket, visibly hard to the point where it looks like it hurts.

He presses a couple soft kisses to your clit. “Are you ready?” He asks you as he puts the toy in its lowest setting.

“Mhm” you nod.

He instantly and effortlessly picks you up to put you on the bed and spread your legs.

”how’s that?” He moves the speed up a notch

”s-so good.”

….

After you’ve had an orgasm with the first three settings, he stalks between your legs to lick the juices that drip from your pretty brown pussy.

”mm, such a sweet girl. Fuck, i love you. Shhh that’s okay.. just one more.”

”oh n-no”

“Yes. Open your legs.” He commands in deep and louder tone. Your body obliges before your head can catch up. You hear the vibrations get faster before you feel the wand back on your pearl.

”Ohh, ARTTT!” Your legs shake and juices fly all over him from the neck up.

”look at you, so sensitive, making a mess like this.” He gives you one of the purest smiles you’ve ever seen on his face. It’d be wholesome if the circumstances weren’t so fucking filthy.

You’re dizzy and overstimulated when he’s slurping up all the juices and cleaning you up. Art pulls out a fresh pair of underwear and a night gown before quickly dresses you in them. “There you go, all set.” He pecks your mound through the panties before standing and you’re just taking it in all woozily.

The door bell rings. “Stay on the bed, I’ll be right back.

After you’ve eaten, the two of you sit on his bed talking about nothing and everything.

”The vibrator was a shock, but i don’t know why you having panties and pajamas that fit me perfectly is just as shocking.”

Art’s Adam's apple bobs with his laughter and you can’t help but kiss his neck.

[kisses4spidey]

renovation | ☆ミ p. parker

summary - y/n renovates the spare bedroom into something she thinks peter will love, but there’s something he loves even more.

genre - fem!reader x peter, fluff, domestic

warnings - kissing, can be read as any peter but i imagined tasm!peter :)

w.c - 800+

a/n - first marvel fic ever!!!! i hope yall like it. i was inspired by that one stardew valley scene- also i dont actually know alot about photogrpahy and darkrooms but hey you write and you learn.

You stood back from the second bedroom and sighed, a smile crossing your face as feelings of self-accomplishment and proudness rushed through you. The room was set up with two desks, bottles of processing fluids, papers, storage containers and string hung from one side of the room to the other.

Though it was a small room, your heart felt big when you looked at it. You originally scolded yourself for doing this, as Peter had insisted on the room being your office or library (he was getting tired of book stacks), but as your hard work ties in together in a picture of purpose, you mentally wipe the dust of your shoulders and hold up a trophy reading 'Best Girlfriend Ever'.

One last time, you checked to make sure the red lights worked and that everything was set in place, as Peter's nightly retirement from swinging through the city was approaching. The time that actually happened was varying night to night, but you hoped he caught you before you fell asleep and he discovered the darkroom himself.

You situated yourself on a stool facing the kitchen counter, which faced the door. An old tie was resting on the bench, as well as your phone which buzzed unanswered messages from coworkers and friends. The doorknob jiggled with the sounds of keys (he changed his ways of climbing through the window after you almost got doxxed) before the door opened. You stood, dressed in a sleeping shirt and some pyjama pants, and rushed to him. Avoiding his hello kiss unintentionally, you wrapped the tie around his head and giggled to yourself. Peter was adorned in loose jeans and a shirt with a physics joke you didnt understand, his hair messy from flying through the wind for the past four hours.

"What's going on?" His cheeks bunched in a smile, as he placed his bag down before reaching out to you blindly.

"I've got a surprise for you, your not allowed to look beforehand."

He smirked and let out a sigh, "Oh god you haven't tried to paint me again have you?"

"Nope. Something much better." You took his biceps in your hands, squeezing them in excitment and anxiety as you pulled him down the hallway.

Peter had an idea where you were going, but not why. The new-ish apartment was basically memorised by now, and by the time you stopped pulling him he assumed he was stood in front on the spare bedroom. It had been unfurnished for the six months you had been moved in there, and even if he insisted you made it your own personal space, you denied the idea immediately.

Next, he felt you fingertips brush against his cheeks and unwrap the tie from his eyes. The first thing he saw was your beaming face and your hand on the doorknob behind your back. All he wanted was to squeeze your face and place a million kisses on your face, but alas you looked too excited to even blink.

His eyes darted from your eyes to the floor under the door and unconsiously raised one eyebrow with curiosity. It was tinted red.

"Okay. Before we go in, there are things that definitly need to be added and arranged differently but that depends on how you like things. Seriously, like this is not going to be everything you need-"

Peter gently pushed you to the side and opened the doorknob, eyes still on yours, "I'm sure whatever's behind this door is-"

He was met with a darkroom. A room to accompany his imense love for photography, in his very own apartment. He didn't need to rent out a dark room anymore, or borrow time from someone else. It was right here. He could photograph to his heart's content.

The strings we are at his eye level, and they swayed slightly when he bent down to observe the whole room. It was hard at first to differentiate one object from another due to the red hue of the entire room, but nonetheless he loved it.

"Is perfect." He finished his sentence in shock.

His gaze spun to face you, your back to him as you closed the door. When you turned, your face was full of anxiety and expectance. His eyes raked your face, he ducked below a string and grabbed your face, smashing his lips to yours.

You squealed in surprise and giggled into his lips. He ripped away - hands not leaving your face - and he started rambling. "This is perfect, Y/n! Oh my gosh. This is like the best thing ever- I'm a little angry that you didn't use it for yourself- But still this is like..." His eyes swirled with adoration and love, and it almost made your legs turn into jelly.

A weight was lifted off your shoulders at his reassuring words. You let out a happy laugh, "You deserve it, I'm glad you love it."

He took one more look at the room with the biggest smile you've seen on him in a while, before turning his attention to you once again. "Oh, but I like you much more."

He kissed you hard, opening the door behind you and leading you to your bedroom.

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[thehypnone]

Hyp my good sir, I beg you for more on touch sensitive Dew 🙏

Touch for ghouls is a need. It might be said that it is for humans, too, but it’s different.

A ghoul that isn’t touched would…deteriorate over time, mentally and physically. They’d lose their mind and give in to the wild part of their soul.

The process had already started for Dewdrop, days before Rain was summoned.

Aether and Mountain had all but begged the young water ghoul to help with their mate once they'd noticed how Dewdrop fell in love with him at first sight. They realized quickly that Rain was that last chance; the last glimmer of hope.

And indeed, he helped Dewdrop slowly come back to life by reintroducing him to touch. Step by step the fire ghoul is healing and after a couple months he and Rain are preparing to take yet another step; sleep in one bed.

Before they do that, Rain sets up a wall made of bedding in the middle of the nest, to keep Dewdrop comfortable. The fire ghoul is grateful, wanting nothing more than to be able to sleep next to Rain, but scared of what unexpected touch would cause.

They decide on attempting to intertwine their tails—considering that the skin on Dewdrop’s is different than on the rest of his body, and that Rain’s own is very smooth; like the fire ghoul’s used to be.

“Goodnight, Dewdrop,” Rain mumbles when they’re all set. “See you in the morning.”

“Night, Rainy,” the other replies, and silence falls. Dewdrop’s anxiety makes it hard for him to fall asleep for a while, but when he lets it dissipate and focuses on the comfort of having Rain’s tail tangled with his own, sleep does take him.

Rain wakes up first in the early morning, to something heavy(ish) and warm spread out on top of him.

It takes a moment for him to wake up properly, open his eyes and realize that it’s Dewdrop.

At first he grins sleepily with pride, but then he panics.

What if the fire ghoul will freak out when he wakes up and fall back on his healing journey? No, no, Rain can’t have that. As much as it pains him to do it, he gently pushes Dewdrop’s sleeping body off of him and back onto the other side of the—somehow still existent—pillow wall.

Rain can’t stop chewing the inside of his cheek as he waits for the other to wake up. When he does, Dewdrop doesn’t notice the water ghoul’s anxious behavior. It’s a good half an hour later when he decided to tell him what happened—and ask how he feels about it.

“Okay, so…” Rain starts, “I need to tell you something.”

“Yeah, sure,” the other smiles at him kindly, “is everything alright?”

“Yes, it’s just–I feel like you need to know you…you slept on me.”

“On you?” Dewdrop repeats with confusion. “Like…like I was touching you?”

“Yeah, you must’ve rolled over and you seemed–uhm, quite comfortable.”

The fire ghoul stares at Rain with his mouth agape for a little while before speaking again, “Uh–first of all, sorry–sorry for squishing you.”

“It’s alright,” Rain chuckles, “you’re not that heavy.”

“Sorry, uh–I…” Dewdrop’s voice cracks, “I have to process.”

“That’s fair, take your time,” the water ghoul assures and moves away to do something unrelated, not to stress the other out even more than he already is. He disappears into the bathroom for a moment, too, to give Dewdrop space.

“So…looks like it’s all in my head,” he says when Rain comes back out.

“Seems so,” he agrees with a twitch of the corner of his lips.

“Do you think if–if I was able to sleep on you,” Dewdrop asks shyly, “do you think we could try hugging…now?”

“I don’t want you to–”

“Please. Please, Rainy, just for a moment,” he begs and Rain would be the most cruel person to have ever existed if he denied Dewdrop his hug.

He opens his arms and waits for the smaller ghoul to move. He’s nearly shaking—as excited as he is terrified.

Dewdrop closes his eyes before stepping forward. He gasps and clenches his jaw as Rain’s arm grazes his shoulder.

“I’m okay,” he whispers. He’s not giving up now.

Dewdrop lets out a hurt little sob and melts against the other ghoul, knees buckling. Rain wraps his arms around him and holds him up as the fire ghoul cries in relief.

He leans in and hits Rain’s chest and it’s…it’s fine.

He’s fine. 

“You–you’re so–you smell so nice,” he giggles through the tears. He can finally smell Rain like he's been wanting to for months.

“And you’re so warm,” Rain replies, nearly as emotional himself.

Just like that, Dewdrop is alright.

[bobbin-buckley]

Cairo Sweet Comfort Headcanons

Cairo Sweet x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, comfort, Cairo being manipulative, mentions of writing porn, R being sad, Mr. Miller

Requested

(This kinda became more of a Drabble than headcanons but it is a list of how she comforts reader)

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Cairo may have always been mean. Mean to anyone infact. But she never tries to be mean to you.

-For the longest time Cairo denied her feelings for you, saying they were wrong and that she was confused.

-Her feelings for you wouldn’t go away though, she pushed you away at a young age and you came back with a massive glow up. She fell even harder. Her new best friend Winnie tells her maybe you are the one instead of her professor, Mr. Miller.

-Ever since Mr. Miller brought up a madman’s love she’s been fascinated by how he described it. She felt things for him then. Winnie urged it on with how a older man’s pride is his sex, how he takes virginity well. It corrupted Cairo.

-You on the other hand, we’re jealous and disgusted at this. Irritated some old guy could manage to make her be so obsessed. You’re irritants caught Cairo’s eye, seeing how you’d challenge Miller during his lectures or how you’d send glares at him.

-Besides this. After all this, Cairo was certainly confused. She came to you, crying and claimed she wanted you. She needed you after Miller rejected her. Even if she lied to you and maybe even used you, you still took her back into your arms.

-Along the lines of becoming girlfriends, she’s been good about giving you the affection you should receive in a relationship. She tries to make you feel loved and cared for while you do the same for her

-There are moments where she just can’t take it anymore and bursts her anger out at you, calling you names, insulting you, making you feel bad about being with her

-It breaks your heart when she acts like this, though you let it slide most days when she does apologize. Which is rare…sadly

-As you being a wonderful girlfriend you’re always there for her. Giving her the chance to be in your open arms if she needs it, and she does come to you sometimes.

-She has a hard time opening up, too. She’s never really talked about herself, how she likes life, how she feels mentally and physically, or about her parents. Yet she’s opened that up to someone who didn’t even want her, Miller of all people. It made you rage.

-Although you gave Cairo time to talk to you, respected what was meant to be kept hidden. One thing that bothered you is that she’d always be in that journal of hers, writing god knows what. More porn? More fantasies with Miller? Talking shit about you? You never know and are afraid to ask

-Cairo is also a scary person. She’s always terrified you, even as a kid. Her threats always become real, she’s incredibly manipulative and can destroy you in a week. You prefer to keep off her bad side.

-One time you angered her so much she combusted and threatens she’d harm you. Physically too. It never happened luckily, that just says how much she cares for you without you even knowing it.

-And Cairo, could never ever ever harm you physically. Mentally, yeah probably. She can be selfish at times. But she never will hurt you physically, it would break her heart if she ever laid a hand on you.

-Let’s get into that category. If Cairo ever did harm you physically, wether it was a slap across the face, a shove or maybe even a punch. She’d have so much regret right after.

-There was a time she wasn’t having it. She slapped you, and dear god did it hurt. Left a red mark on your left cheek, making you hold back tears because you didn’t want to seem like a baby in front of her.

-“Wait, my love I didn’t mean it. I swear I didn’t mean it.” She’d say immediately after she’d regret it. Kissing you on the head if you let her, caressing the spot she smacked gently. She’s lay down with you and kiss you all over, explaining why she did that.

-She wouldn’t let harming you slide by her, ever.

-Now Mentally. It hurts, it honestly hurts worse being hurt on the inside rather than the outside sometimes. With Cairo having that ability to make someone so upset, it can hurt real bad. She broke Winnie’s heart, real bad. And if she did it to you it’d take time for her to regret it, depending on what you did or how she feels

-When you we’re both younger, she pushed you away because of her parents. They were strict, and when they had a fight with your parents they immediately blocked you out. But that didn’t stop you from seeing Cairo

-You went to her house, sneaking into her bedroom. She was found sobbing while trying to sleep, and it was late at night:

“Cairo?” You spoke above a whisper. She recognized your voice, sitting up as she looked over at you in shock. “What’re you doing here? My parents told you to stay away.” She cried, hiding her face. “And don’t look at me, I look awful.”

Cairo wasn’t an ugly crier at all, she just hated crying in front of people. “Cai, just because you’re parents push me away doesn’t mean I won’t stop seeing you.”

“Yeah well maybe that’s what’s best.”

Those words hit you like a truck going eighty miles per hour. Cairo never talked at you like that before, especially basically telling you to leave her. “But Cai, I can’t leave you. You’re my best friend, I love you.” You confessed. Though those words meant nothing to her then.

They do now

-Every time Cairo sees you with those glistening eyes, filled with tears she always thinks of that night. That night she told you to leave. To never come back. And it hurt her when you listened, but she never came to you when it hurt.

-Because that’s who she is, how she’s always been. She hated sharing her feelings, the only way she would share her feelings, is by making people suffer with her. That’s how she did it with Winnie, Mr. Miller. You.

“I don’t understand, why can’t you just talk to me?” You asked, standing in the middle of her bedroom.

“Because I don’t want you to know. It’s something I keep to myself.” She replied, her left hand holding her journal, and the other with a pen.

“But why? You can talk to me, if you don’t talk to me maybe counseling is better off to help you.” She scoffed at your words, she’d rather vent to a beetle than a therapist or a counselor.

“I write in my journal, that’s where my story goes.” Well that makes you relieved. She isn’t talking shit about you or writing about her fantasies with someone else.

“I understand, but I’m here for you. We’ve been together for six months, and I am still waiting to hear your voice even if it sounds broken when you speak.”

Cairo though to herself. She knew how much she was hurting you mentally by not talking to you, telling you she was either okay or not okay.

“If you can at least tell me if you are okay or not okay. That’s fine.” You pause, “I love you, Cairo. You’re the moon to my Saturn.” Tears were running down your face. “And it hurts, hurts knowing how I think I’m not good enough for you. If it’s my fault that you’re scared. I’m scared too, Cai.”

It was silent, but only for a moment.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” Cairo sobbed, “I just don’t want to push you away. I love you too, I love you so much. And all the bad things I’ve done, have made me stop talking about them or my problems.”

-That very day Cairo opened up to you. You held her the entire time, comforting her, rubbing her back, kissing her tears away. Telling her it’s okay to not be okay. She talked to you slowly about things, only opening so much and you kept that respect.

-You gave her one big kiss after each session. You were her lover, her therapist, her best friend, her girlfriend, her future wife, her everything. She loves you. But sometimes love is hard to show when you’ve had a broken heart for quite some time.

-Most nights were kept peaceful, sad, private and loving. Wether it’d end with promise kisses or making love.

-Her comfort is nothing but a song that started as a melody and become stronger as you promise to be there for her. As well as she’d return it.

-Maybe replace that all with a madwoman’s love.

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

I really hope this is good because I felt like I did fast, I even reread it over and over to make sure I got everything I could possibly put in 😭

But I was also emotional making this, I got way to into it

I also had more time than I thought I would lmao

@btbubuini

[mamayan]

I would love to see your thoughts on Kurapika 👀 what kind of yandere would he be? I personally think he’s the protective type that wants his darling to be happy despite kidnapping her

Good question Nonnie~

tw: NSFW • Yandere Themes • Toxic Mindset • Manipulation • Isolation • Paranoia • Mentions of Sex

Kurapika is a delusional and paranoid type yandere.

With his strong sense of justice, Kurapika feels wholly disgusted when his feelings of love take a darker turn into obsession and infatuation. So much so that he in fact, simply denies it is happening at all. He will justify every action he makes even if confronted about it.

Leorio or Gon may be the ones who try to talk sense into him, but he truly can’t see anything wrong with his actions. He wasn’t stalking you, he was walking you home… without your knowledge. He never hurt those guys who picked on you, he gave them a stern talking to… after drowning them in their own blood. He believes each and every action is for your benefit, whether you see it or not.

He also views you as incompetent, incapable of caring for yourself properly and therefore in need of him. Kurapika seeks purpose and use, so he finds a darling who can fulfill that or creates a situation in which they do. It’s not hard for a Pro-Hunter to make a regular little civilian’s life miserable and unlivable. He truly doesn’t have to do anything to make your job go up in smoke, your home, your friends and family. He sees it at his right to do so as well, he’s your protector and provider in his mind.

That being said, if his darling is cooperative and responsive, he’s likely the most reasonable type of yandere there is. To reciprocate his love and buy into his strange paranoia, his darling will be given almost as normal as a life as they can hope. Kurapika isn’t jealous of others, he’s worried they’ll harm you. He’s worried he’ll lose you most of all, so if you willingly stick close, reassure him, then he’s as close to a normal lover as you can get with a yandere.

The opposite remains true too though, because if his darling doesn’t give in, if they fight back at every turn? He becomes almost manic with stress and is likely to have a mental break. If your constant pushing throws him over the edge, he’s likely to snap and just imprison you. Take you into a basement and lock you up until you break. It’s easier if you’re compliant, and it will make his heart ache, but he’s a stubborn man and is willing to make that sacrifice for your safety.

Kurapika does draw the line at physically harming you. He’s a gentle lover through and through, and even sex with him is as such. He’s a service top at best, a switch leaning most of the time. If he trusts you, he’ll give up control for you if you’re being intimate. He likes you on top, riding him, because it feels like you want him all to yourself like that. He also enjoys sitting up with you in his lap too, the intimacy so much deeper for him and his cock inside of you. He’s also a hand holder, whether it’s with him on top or while you ride him and he offers his hand as a stabilizer for you to bounce easier. Either way, he likes holding your hand.

As a yandere, I’d say Kurapika falls under a 3/10 in the danger level. He does love you, but he doesn’t trust you either.

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[monstersfuckingeachother]

Thinking about like, forcemasc monster transformation corruption kink via cock? The idea specifically was like, you get a curse or something which causes you to gain a monster cock. Doesn't matter if you grow it or if it poofs into existence, what's important is that what's ostensibly a normal girl now has a huge hungry monster cock. Something big and red and throbbing with a knot or ridges or spines with a big ol sheath or what not. The curse is pretty simple, the more you use the cock the more it influences and transforms you. If you're careful and are able to resist your new member you might be able to keep what's left of your humanity. But the thing is, even if you try your hardest it still tempts you. A monster cock has a pair of monster balls to go with it, balls that are producing monster testosterone which is affecting your brain. Your sooo horny and your cock is sooo big and hard surely touching it just once won't hurt? It's insidious like that. But the more you touch it the more the curse spreads and it's only after the fifth time you've blasted rope do you come back to yourself and notice how the fur/scales have spread, how sharp your teeth have gotten. The curse isn't just physical either, as you transform physically so do you transform mentally. The more you touch it the less reluctant to touch it in the future you grow, in fact you've begun to love it. You feel more confident but also more bestial, savage almost. You might notice your loosing yourself if stroking your dick with your new pawpads didn't feel so good. Basically just a transformation that spreads out from the cock + corruption kink stuff.

TB

mmmmm yes that's good shit. i love that. i'm a sucker for pheromone dubcon shit too so let's make it so that when the newly-dicked person gets horny "she" gives off pheromones that make normal humans really horny, and also way more submissive. like "she" can resist touching "her" new cock all she wants but eventually someone's just gonna end up sucking "her" off under the table and "she's" going to be way too horny and needy to resist. there's no cure for this "curse", self control can only delay it, and it'll feel so good once "she" gives in, so what's the point in suffering longer than "she" has to?

at first he didn't know why he got this curse, couldn't think of anything he did or said that would offend the creature so, but he still got the curse: an inhumanly massive, unhideable dick with balls to match. and he was supposed to be a girl at that point, so of course it got attention he didn't want--but also attention that part of him did want, the kind of attention that led to him being tugged into the nearest storage closet and jerking off into people's mouths as they worshiped his new cock. and the more attention his cock received, the more attention it demanded, the more his body changed, the more he liked how his body changed, until he could no longer deny that he wasn't a "she" but a he. and sexual characteristics weren't the only things that changed, of course--scales started spreading out from his groin, his hands and feet started growing claws, his face started growing a snout once the transformation reached it. it became harder and harder to care about what people thought of him, or about whether these pheromones were ethical--harder and harder to care about anything except taking care of his needy cock.

the creature that had "cursed" him returned to collect him. now he lives with that creature, in an endless blissful cycle of eating and fucking and sleeping. it'd been the creature's plan all along for him to end up here, and maybe sometimes he thinks he should be mad at it about this, about being made into a rutting animal, but it just feels so good. and if it feels good then it must be good, right?

[marvelstars]

“You didn’t kill Anakin Skywalker, I did” Darth Vader in OWK

While I believe with some work this phrase could be worked into SW canon, I dislike it´s implications, I think this phrase was the show creators trying to whitewash Obi-Wan role in ROTS when he decided to cut off all of Anakin´s limbs and letting him burn alive, one of the most painful ways to die ever. This tells me not only part of the fandom has a hard time seeing the story as it´s with nuance but also current creators at disney but that´s not how Lucas developed his story.

Obi-Wan may have not groomed Anakin like Palpatine did, owned him like Watto but he certainly tried to kill him on behalf of the Jedi Order and he was convinced he only could kill him off , in fact it´s Obi-Wan the one who started the fight on mustafar activating his lightsaber first while Anakin wasn´t looking at him.

Obi-Wan´s mission on mustafar was to kill off Anakin plain and simple, when he saw him burn alive he didn´t feel pity or mercy, he feel disgusted, in lucas words, Obi-Wan thought he was a thing, a thing of the darkside and when he discovered Vader was alive he planned to train Anakin´s Son, use his memories of Anakin to convince Luke to kill off Vader, his father, then tried to deflect blame when confronted with the truth by Luke.

This doesn´t mean Obi-Wan didn´t love Anakin at some point but he believed in "once a sith always a sith" for someone who told Anakin only Sith deal in absolutes, he had a very "absolute" way of thinking, the only thing Obi-Wan tought he could do for Anakin once he fell to the darkside was kill him off, at no point does Obi-Wan in the OT tries to deny that´s his intention so it´s unnecesary for the fandom and some creators to try to do mental gimnastics over this fact and by the way Obi-Wan learned of Anakin´s actions, you could even say he was justified even if his actions were cruel.

That said the story is clear that there are two types of deaths, the physical one and the spiritual one when people fall to the darkside, the jedi believe killing a sith is ok because they are already dead and so they are not killing the same person, that´s the logic Yoda follows and Obi-Wan when it came to Anakin and Dooku but they are also hypocritical in this choice of words when they act as if revenge wasn´t a big factor on it but at least they accepted they played a part in what happened to Anakin even if they are trying to fix it by killing him.

This is what makes Luke reject their orders, because he doesn´t want to commit patricide for revenge, he respects and loves his teachers but that´s something he knows he can´t do without falling to the darkside as well and despite all the reasons he had to hate Vader, he also has felt his care for him in the force and that´s why he wanted to save him.

Anakin tried to convince himself that he was spiritually dead and lost until Luke went to rescue him and that´s why he told him he already saved him even if he was dying.

Obi-Wan was totally surprised when he discovered Vader turned back from the darkside and when he realized Anakin was going to join the force he realized he wasn´t going to see him as himself again, unless he teached him how to become a force ghost(this is tackled in the novel version of Obi-Wan´s pov in ROTJ), so ironically, it was Obi-Wan´s need to keep Anakin around, on his side, what promted him to teach him how to become a force ghost, because he discovered he still loved him as his friend and wanted his friend back.

It´s pretty clear in the story, this isn´t about criticizing Obi-Wan, this isn´t Jedi bashing, it´s how literally the events happened in star wars and those are part of Obi-Wan´s personality as well as some of the Order povs on the darkside this doesn´t contradict their good intentions or Obi-Wan´s sassy lines and warm demeanor with friends and family.

[yansouleater]

I can see yandere soap didn’t end up dying in the mission and actually ended up going to college afterwards, he was in the same health class that you where in

You where the second to first one to come into class (soap being the first because he’s use to being on time) and maybe it was because you where like the first woman that he’s seen the looked clean and not burdened by the war that attracted him, or maybe it was because you looked like a goddess, but he immediately fell in love with you at first sight

And ever sense that first day of health class he was slowly turned into a yandere for you, it was just small things at first

Like looked at you ever chance he gets, I mean can you really blame him, look at you!!

Then he starts to borrow steal small thing like a pencil that has your bite marks, or a used cup of coffee that had your lip stain, you know something that your now going to miss, and it’s not creepy, nonono in fact he’s actually recycling in a way

And then he begins to follow you after class, it’s not creepy, oh no he’s just making sure that your safe, you know they are many dangerous people out there at night and he’s just protecting you

Then he starts to hurt the people that hurt you in the past, buts it’s not like that ok he’s just….just….oh fuck it yes he’s obsessed with you, yes he’s a creep but only for you, yes wants you to himself, and YES he doesn’t care anymore, he has denied it for to long, he wants you, and he will have you

The more he realizes that he’s so in love with you that it’s obsessed he justifies it with how hard he’s worked, he has took bullets to protect civilians like yourself, he has been tortured both physically and mentally for make sure people like you don’t have to, he deserves something sweet and innocent like you by his side after all his hard work

Don’t be surprised when a huge Scottish man comes to you after class and begins to tell you his sob story, how you just look like a nice person that he needs in his life, and who are you to turn him down, how can you say no to this big brutish man that seems to be like putty in your hands

So of course you sleep with him for one night, and of course he asked you to be come his girlfriend, what did you expect?? Really this man hasn’t felt the touch of a woman In years and you think that your just a one night stand? And you just feel obligated to say yes because who can say no when he gives you those sweet puppy eyes?

They will be a part two! Pinky promise

[pinguwrites]

Kinktober 2023 | Day Three — Raymond Leon + car sex

Pairing -> sub!raymond leon x reader

Warnings -> smut (minors dni), maybe kinda sorta dub-con just to be careful (but not anything big, it can be looked over), road head (don't do this irl be smart),

KINKTOBER 2023 MLIST

Disclaimer: In Time characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

Sometimes Raymond was a little boring. Not in any insulting way, only that he tended to be more stern and strict, and he always had to have things in control. It was probably something about being a timekeeper. That’s how they all were, at least the one’s you’ve met. But with Ray it was a little different, more . . . old. You didn’t know how to describe it. He wasn’t out of touch with anything, but he just had that sense of dullness in his personality that he carried around with him like a raincloud.

It wasn’t physical or anything — sex was great, and the stunts he did when he was out policing the timezones proved he was in great shape. He was twenty-five, after all, everyone nowadays was. But he was fifty or something mentally (what age exactly, you didn’t know, and didn’t dare ask). 

You loved him, so it wasn’t a major problem, but you did have to admit, sometimes you wished he would so something unprovoked, unpredictable, hot.

Deciding to take matters into your own hands (literally), your reached over and placed your hand on his thigh. Raymond noticed, but focused his attention on driving, not making any move to push you away. It wasn’t until you crept closer to his crotch did he say something about your behavior. 

“What are you doing?” he asked sternly. He glared at you, something you learned not to take personally. 

“Nothing.” You shrugged innocently. “Just tryna have some fun.”

Your fingers brushed over his crotch.

Keeping one hand on the steering wheel he took off the other and grabbed your wrist.

“Stop that,” he growled. “Can’t you see I’m driving?”

“Yeah. That’s why it’s fun.”

You gave Ray’s cock a little squeeze through the fabric and he let out a little gasp, one you wouldn't be able to hear unless you were listening for it.

To your surprise, he didn’t say anything after that. He just stared dead ahead at the road, not giving you any indication he wanted you to stop.

So you didn’t. You continued to tease him thrugh the fabric, waiting for him to get hard, and when he finally did, you unzipped the zipper and pulled his hard length out.

You caught your boyfriend glancing at the side of the roads, looking out for other cars. But it was night and no one was there, like they could see anything in the darkness even if they were. 

“Relax. No one’s gonna see us,” you reassured him.

“I know that,” Ray breathed out as you rubbed his precum all over the tip of his cock. He shuffled a little in his seat. “Are you really going to do this? Now?”

“Do you want me to stop?” you asked, halting your hand movements.

“. . . No.”

“Say the magic word,” you teased with a grin.

He sighed, not wanting to prolonge the foreplay. “Please?”

“Please what?”

“Touch me,” he said, exasperated. 

“Good boy,” you said, giving him a long stroke.

He threw his head back, in annoyance or pleasure, you could not tell. He always denied it, but you knew he liked it when you called him your ‘good boy’.

“Go slow,” he pleaded, when you picked up the pace.

You chuckled. “Loosen up, Ray.”

You and Ray tightened your grips, yours on his cock, pumping with precision, and his on the steering wheel, desperately tyring to stay in control. 

You took your hand off for a brief moment, prompting Ray to glance over at you, only for his breathing to hitch in his throat when he saw you lean over spit on his cock, resuming your pumping.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “Yeah, that’s good.”

You fondled his balls, giving them a little pinch. He squirmed in his seat.

“Don’t move,” you demanded, taking off your seatbelt to fit his entire length in your mouth. 

The car swerved a little, but it immediately got back on track.

You gagged, but kept yourself down for a bit, before getting up for some air.

Ray groaned loudly. “Oh, don’t do that, I can’t focus.”

You both knew that he could easily push you away. He was stronger than you, but his desire was getting in the way of reason, and all he wanted to do was relax in the car seat, you here to give him a blow job like there wasn’t anything else the mattered.

You ignored his words, continuing to suck of his cock, hollowing your cheeks out and timing your breaths so you didn’t choke as much. You bobbed your head up and down, revelling in the way he wriggled away from you. 

Ray had enough, and pulled the car over to the side of the road, parking it on some grass. He stopped the engine and spread his legs, relaxing his arm on your back.

He came soon after with a whine. You swallowed his seed, making a disgusting gulping sound. 

You took the paper wipes from the backseat and wiped his cum off your face, leaving his now soft cock out of his pants. He tried to put it back in but you stopped him, wanting a nice view of his length. You put on your seatbelt and playfully slapped his thigh.

“Well? I wanna get home. Start driving.”

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[thenameswinter99]

I saw in these days some moots’ posts that talk about the good and bad things that happened in this year, and the expectations that are hoping to achieve e in the new year.

I wasn’t sure to do this myself, even because there are a lots of things that have happened this year and most of them are not positive at all. But I’ve decided to take this “leap of faith” and share my 2024 with you, and to thank all the people that stood at my side until today.

If you want to read my little rambling, then here’s everything under the cut.

Let’s start by saying that this is probably one of the worst years I’ve had since the pandemic broke out, if not the worst. I’m struggling to over come a neverending sadness, anxiety and panic attacks, and this effects my mood swings between overstimulation and exhaustiation, often leaving me crying unexpectedly. I have done a lot of damage to myself, both physically and mentally, and I struggle a lot to get out of it.

This year, university has been overwhelming, and I’m at risk of missing my March graduation and facing extra costs as an off-course student. I’m exausted and I’m considering dropping out to focus on the job I’m currently doing, which saldy there is no contract guarantee.

On the other side, relationships have been challenging as well, and now I’ve left alone and broken. I don’t trust people on a romantic side anymore, and if I should ever stay with someone again, it would be a hard process.

This year I had to give up a lot of things, including two events I was eager to attend to meet my favorite actors. Now those events are gone, and I’m still devastated and heartbroken. I had to renounce to enroll into an acting school I hoped to attend this September, but I couldn’t and this caused me another wave of distress.

I've tried to shake off these negative feelings by at least staying positive here, enjoying all the little things and conversations we've had here, and not putting my burdens on anyone else. But after months of bottling up my feelings, I exploded and now I feel trapped by my negative emotions.

This has led to my various in-offs on this site over the last few months, but I still haven't found the inner peace I was looking for. I still feel like an outcast in the fandoms I belong to, and I always feel that I'm unwanted and unwelcomed.

However, I would have been an ipocrite to say that there hasn’t been positive things this years.

I won the “Ticketmaster battle” (as I like to call it) and I’m going to see the Imagine Dragons live in June. It’s my very first concert and I can’t wait to see them perform.

I’m going to attend some acting courses in a little theatre near the place I live. It wouldn’t be the same of the one I wanted to attend, but I would like to see it as a small step to achieve my dreams and what I want to do in my life.

And most of all, I have met here lots of friends with whom, some more some less, I’ve forged a strong bond that goes beyond the simple like and reblog of our things here on Tumblr. I love you so much, thank you for sticking with me and being the little lights in this year of pure darkness. I know I’ve been terrible in following your contents later and being a whining mess in private, but know that I appreciate all of your advices so much and I tried to use them: there are some days the sadness is literally unbearable, but it’s thanks to you that I’m still here and alive today.

I don’t want to make plans for the New Year, because every time I do them they either don’t happen or it happens the opposte of what I’ve planned, but I just want to focus to give love and attention to the only person that needs it right now but always been denied: myself. I want to use this new year to heal and to come back to the person I was before this mess, and I hope I could be here to tell you about my “redemption arc”.

With this, I would like to wish to all the tagged moots (but also the other moots and friends that follow me, because I know I will be a moron and forget some of you) a happy new year. Hope you can live a new year full of adventures and satisfactions and to achieve everything you want to achieve in your life. Hope we can be here all together to talk about all the good and bad things that will happen in this 2025.

I love you and I’ll always carry a piece of you in my heart forever. 💜

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