#can't believe i waited so fucking long to watch all of this

[coffeebooksrain18]

Saw your post “Rhaenyra can't think past herself and her wants” and I agree 100%!

It’s a recurring theme, something that affects all her relationships.

She tells Daemon to marry her then immediately starts sleeping with Harwin, getting pregnant straight away which also means she didn’t even try to have a child with Laenor. She was with Harwin for TEN years and didn’t even wait a month before jumping into bed with another man. Daemon pissed her off so she starts cheating on him with Myseria and something tells me this isn’t even the first time she’s strayed from their marriage bed.

She wants to sleep with Criston so does, caring little that men have been gelded or even executed for sleeping with Targaryen Princesses.

She has three children with Harwin Strong, unbothered that she’s brazenly committing high treason and has put their sons in danger.

Laenor is the only shield the Strong Boys have against the bastardy accusations but she can’t see past her current desires of wanting to marry her groomer so tries to have him killed. She then gets mad when Rhaenys calls her out.

When she was pulling her holier than thou bullshit over Blood & Cheese it honestly felt like she was angrier at how damaging this was for her reputation rather than thinking about Helaena.

Jace is the only reason she has half her allies, but because he yelled at her for being an idiot she starts distancing herself from him. She then takes Addam and Myseria with her to Harrenhall because instead of Jace’s cold hard truths they’ll tell what she wants to hear.

2x03 was just another example of her arrogance and conceitedness, she genuinely thought simply ordering Alicent to give up the throne was enough.

Then in 2x08 she demands Alicent sacrifice her male relatives, it doesn’t even occur to her to punish Daemon for Jaehaerys’ execution because why should she care about someone else’s feelings?

The recurring theme in all of this is what Rhaenyra wants comes first, she lacks basic empathy to consider the feeling of others.

No because all of this is true. She has always, ALWAYS put herself first. And if she wants to rule the seven Kingdoms she needs to learn how to put herself LAST.

It is always HER wants, HER desires that come first. If you call her out on her hypothetical behavior then she shuns you. She did it with Alicent when she lied to her about her maidenhood and Alicent showed up in the green dress. She did it to Jace when he called her out on fucking Harwin and not even trying to have a baby with Laenor. She did it with Corlys and Rhaenys when they demanded an explanation for their sons death and rightfully assumed she was involved. Rhaenyra doesn't care about anyone but herself.

And I completely agree, in fact it actually says in the book that Rhaenyra and Daemon slept with other people but all their children together were His. They both cheated, so people acting like this is out of character for her truly don't understand why anti Daemyra people say it was a political marriage.

And I agree, I have made a post a long time ago about it. Rhaenyra acted like the worst part about Jaehaerys death was that it hurt her image. Not that a little boy not even ten years old died. She cared more about how it tore her further from the throne rather than actually care about the boy. And her going to Alicent after his death and then acting the victim because Alicent didn't believe her is so cruel. Alicents Grandson is dead, her own daughter watched. And yet Rhaenyra is the victim because Alicent wouldn't give up the throne to her grandsons killers? Yeah right.

Thanks for the ask Anon! Hope I covered everything I'm sleepy lol.

[iguessitsjustme]

When It Rains It Pours Ep 5 Thoughts

I looked at the time and decided that not only was it not too late for me to watch the next episode, but it is in fact time to keep watching. I don't know how long this one will be but my god I hope those two escape their relationships/situationships soon. I can't keep watching my boys get hurt like this. Under the cut:

Okay I looked at the episode summary simply to learn his name. Kazuaki. I got it. And if I don't got it, that's fine. Because I just wrote it and I can always look. Perfect. Go me.

The fact that they are meeting halfway. That is a compromise. That is how relationships work. The fact that they cared to listen to the other and then decided on the compromise. My god these two are already so much better together than they are with their partners (I know he's not really Sei's partner but you know what I mean) and they haven't even gotten together yet.

Are these two gonna fuck?

Currently the opening song which slaps, but if you stick around to the end of the liveblog, I will share extra thoughts tonight. Cause I am pissed at certain characters and their fuckery and I gotta get my rants out of my system.

The TOE.

The gentle caress vs the man that pushed on it to see if it would hurt. The man that was so gentle and held it like it was a fragile thing in case it caused pain vs the man that tried to cause pain. So I'm killing the best friend, yeah?

There is a whole discussion before they actually have sex. Kazuaki is asking if it's okay to do things or not say certain things before actually getting started? He might be cheating right now but honestly, green flag. And also she deserves it. Not that anyone deserves it. But she's fictional and a bastard so she deserves it.

Telling him that he's not bad or dirty? Oh my heart. Oh my HEART.

I'm FINE.

I'm looking you dead in the eye and telling you I'm fine. It's not my fault if you don't believe me.

I NEED to talk about the music in this scene but I cannot because work has smoothed out all the wrinkles from my brain and I need to wrinkle it up again but I NEED to talk about it.

I think that's the first time I've seen Sei smile.

But also these two. They found themselves in each other. They found a piece of themselves in each other. They both knew they were missing sex but I don't think they knew how miserable they were having no one to talk to. Not truly talk to. The deep meaningful talks that connect us and bond us. Neither one of them had that with their partners. They had superficial conversations. Moments of wanting to say something but not being able to. But they found the connection they were missing in each other and I am FINE don't LOOK at me like that.

God I need to talk about the music when Sei goes home too cause my god talk about tone shift. When that bastard is on the screen the dissonance in the music is actually difficult for me to listen to. Oh it hurts my poor little fragile ears.

Do these two need to hurt me like this? Do I not suffer enough already?

Oh she looked at his phone. Good riddance. She doesn't deserve him anyway.

WHY IS THAT BASTARD ANSWERING NOT HIS PHONE. BITE BITE CHOMP CHOMP KILLING HIM WITH LASER BEAMS.

Oh so you all made me watch this and now I have to WAIT. You all wanted me to SUFFER. Biting you all too (but affectionately).

Anyway rant time.

I hate the girlfriend because was she expecting to keep our boy in limbo for the rest of all time? She wants a marriage and kids but she doesn't want to actually ever talk to her partner? She sees him as future husband and future sperm bank. But she doesn't see him.

And don't even get me started on the rat bastard "best friend." Does Sei not have a Line because he doesn't want a Line or because his friend doesn't want him to have one. How alienated is Sei from the world and from others? He doesn't really talk to anyone at work which would be his one place he can talk to people. What would have happened if that wrong email address thing hadn't happened? Why does Sei feel like a parasite in a place that should feel like his home? I have lived with my best friend before and I can tell you one thing for sure. I never felt like a parasite. The reason that place felt like home was because it was both of us. Everywhere. WHERE is Sei in that apartment? Where is he? What are his interests? What are his aesthetics? Where is my boy????

And most importantly. WHERE IS THAT GORGEOUS UMBRELLA THEY USE AS THE THUMBNAIL AND WHERE CAN I GET ONE.

I have thoughts. Many thoughts. It will take me roughly two business days to process those thoughts. Just in time for the next episode I'm told. Which will then mean that it will take me another two business days. What did they put in this show for it to do this to my brain?

I should go to bed. Maybe I will wake up with coherent thoughts. Who knows.

Also this may or may not be the last liveblog I do now that I'm caught up. We'll see how I'm feeling on..Thursday? That's the next episode right? If I don't do another liveblog, then thank y'all for reading my silly little brain thoughts. And if I do keep liveblogging then I'll see you on Thursday.

[beef-brisket]

He wasn't used to someone showing him so much attention. If Adamnwas to have sex, he'd usually take the lead. Which he didn't mind, but this felt so different and strange. But in a good way.

Adam moaned as Lucifer's hand slipped under his lingerie and touching his sensitive skin.

In the bad of his mind, he was waiting for someone to jump out with a video camera, to laugh and point at him. But, he found his mind was melting in the best way.

Each time Lucifer touched him, he felt genuine and loving. Something Adam hadn't felt in a long time. And it scared him.

He shuddered, watching as Lucifer maneuvered himself, so he was between Adam's legs. When Lucifer started kissing down his stomach, he knew he was a lost cause. He was so hard and wanted Lucifer in ways he never thought possible.

He hasn't had feelings like this for the Devil since Eden. And look how well that went.

Lucifer will leave again. How couldn't he? If he couldn't stand him in Eden, how could he stand Adam now? He was insufferable. His body is so different, and not in a good way, and his personality was crafted to keep people away, so why is he still here? Lucifer should be leaving. Running, even.

Lucifer: Ad? Adam?

Blinking, Adam slowly looked down at Lucifer. He hated the look in his eye. It was filled with concern and pity. Of course, he'd be concerned. How couldn't he be?

Adam: Hm? Yeah?

Lucifer smiled softly and reached up to cup Adam's face: You're crying, Ad.

Eyes widening, Adam rubbed his eye, and sure enough, he was. The fuck was wrong with him? He hasn't cried in years, so why was he doing it so much today? The only two times he's cried and it had to be in front of Lucifer.

He didn't even cry when he died, and being stabbing over and over fucking hurt.

Since when did he become so pathetic?

Lucifer: Addy? Adam? Come back to me, please.

Adam tried and failed not to blush as Lucifer made himself bigger so he could comfort Adam properly. He held the back of Adam's head, and pulled him close.

Closing his eyes, Adam tried to ignore the delicious strain in his legs because of having them spread so far apart to accommodate Lucifer's bigger form. Why was this turning him on so much?

Adam: I-I'm here, sorry-.

Lucifer kissed his cheek: Don't apologise. I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable because that's the last thing I want to do, Adam. I swear. I want you to feel good, too.

Adam rested his hands on the small of Lucifer's back, feeling the skin where his shirt had ridden up.

Adam: I-I feel good.

Lucifer pulled back and looked in Adam's golden eyes: Please tell me what's wrong. If it's something I can fix, I will.

Adam: ...You can't fix me, Lu.

Lucifer smiled and kissed his nose: Maybe not... but I can give it a crack, don't you you think?

Adam: You don't need to- you shouldn't have to. I'm the first man, I'm the protector, I should be looking after you- I-I've already failed, so many times. I... I don't want you to leave, again... I-I want to keep you close, but I know if I do, it'll hurt so much more when you find someone better, or when Lilith comes back. I don't want to hurt amymore, but I don't want to be alone. I-I don't know how to-.

Lucifer: Adam, hey, take a breath.

The king gave Adam a few minutes to calm down, and even out his breathing: I can make all the promises in Hell, but really, they mean nothing. Nothing, if I don't put in the work, if I don't show you that I want you. That I won't leave you. You're so hurt, Adam, so broken. And... I've thrown my stones at you, chipping away whatever is left. But, I swear to you, I'll put in the work. To make you see and feel how much I care about you, how much I value you, how much I want you, and won't leave you. I know, this most likely sounds empty, but as king, amd your fallen angel, I'll put in the work to prove it to you.

Adam's eyes were staring up at Lucifer. He couldn't believe what he was saying. It sounded too perfect and too good to be true.

But he wanted to believe him. Adam was over his head being so negative and fucked up. He wants love, so badly. He craves it.

He just never thought it would be Lucifer. But his heart was already fluttering at the thought.

Adam nodded and hugged Lucifer tightly. He was so warm and soft whe. He was small, but not that he's bigger than Adam? He feels protected. And safe. And so, so warm.

Adam: P-Please- I want to love you. I want to try... I-I don't want to hurt anymore.

Lucifer smiled and kissed Adam's neck: Let me love you, Adam. Let me show you how much you deserve it.

Adam: S-Show me, please... my king~.

Pin Me (To Your Bed)

@beef-brisket

Happy Valentine's Day Everyone! 💖

-

Charlie was so excited to help Angel set up his idea, it was a great way to help people with their body image and self confidence.

Adam was leaning against the wall as he watched the photo shoot area be set up. Angel wanted everyone to do a pin up photo shoot for Valentine's Day to help their self-esteem and feel sexy.

Angel: Hey mister pouty pants, come help me with the outfits.

Adam sighed and made his way over, the clothing rack held many linguire outfits, short shorts, and leather pieces of clothing.

Adam: Angel, I've seen tissues bigger than this thing.

He held up what looked like a G string and Angel laughed.

Angel: Oh relax! And it's all in fun big guy, besides if you wore something sexy who's to say short, pale, and hunky won't be all over you.~

Adam flushed, he knew it was a bad idea to tell Angel about his feelings for Lucifer. But as long as the short King doesn't hear he guessed it was fine.

Adam: Shut up.

Speaking of Lucifer, he was just done hanging the lights when he floated down smiling at the pair.

Lucifer: Those are umm.... Interesting outfits Angel.

Angel: Aren't they?~ You're dressing up too aren't ya short King?

Lucifer coughed into his fist: W-Well, maybe. I have an image to maintain I can't wear anything too scandalous. You understand.

Adam tried and failed to not picture Lucifer only wearing that G string that would barely cover his dick.

Angel smirked: Oh yeah of course.~ I'll make it all very tasteful for everyone, all within a comfort zone they like. But how about you show a little skin? Like right here.~

He pointed to his stomach area and Lucifer felt warm, he looked at Adam who was looking at him maybe zoned out. Would he like that?

Lucifer: Y-yeah I guess that's fine.

[spittingspite]

I'm still shaking I can't believe this I just can't believe it. God after all these years. I've been watching people's reactions on YouTube for at least an hour I'm so jealous of everyone who got to see the reveal live on stream. I cannot believe my eyes I keep expecting to wake up because this is a dream come true for me. I've told just about everyone I know. Everyone who definitely does not give a shit. And it's not enough it's not enough I need to tell the whole world about it I need one million videos of people whose reaction to the trailer is just screams. God I have stuff to do but all I want is to go home right now and play okami I want to watch one thousand streamers and let's players play okami I need an okami drug injected directly into my bloodstream no one will ever know how much this means to me I'm sick I'm hysterical I'm going to dig to the centre of the earth I will never be normal again knowing a sequel for okami is in the works

[lord-squiggletits]

Ahhhhh I really didn't imagine it, I still dislike Barber's way of writing Orion/Optimus just as much as I did on the first reading and all it took was rereading a few screencaps from one specific scene.

Literally I don't know which part annoys me more: Jetfire existing in the background solely to go "ORION PAX FUCKING SUCKS AND IS A HYPOCRITE", Orion being written like an edgy asshole who hates everyone, or Soundwave talking like an unhinged terrorist and the narrative expecting me to see Orion as the hypocrite for using violence to arrest terrorists.

Soundwave is seriously like "You have no proof we assassinated the Senate, but if we did assassinate the Senate it would've been justified, but also totally trust us bro, just because we could've hypothetically murdered the entire reigning government doesn't mean that we're violent bro come on just bc we assassinated-- I mean could have hypothetically had the means and cause to kill like a hundred people doesn't mean we were gonna kill anyone else, come on bro why are you calling us violent just bc we think some murder is okay" while Jetfire is in the background like "WOW ORION I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE WILLING TO BE VIOLENT IN RESPONSE TO OTHER PEOPLE BEING VIOLENT. YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR OWN SIDE'S FLAWS EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE LITERALLY DOING AN INVESTIGATION TO DECIDE WHETHER ONE OF YOUR COPS COMMITTED AN UNJUSTIFIED KILLING OR NOT. YOU HAVE DONE LITERALLY NOTHING TO TRY AND FIGHT THE CORRUPTION IN SOCIETY." (Jetfire had no way of knowing about OP and crew fighting the Senate's schemes in Shadowplay and Elegant Chaos, but as a reader it's very frustrating seeing Orion getting lambasted as never having done anything to fight society's corruption when he literally did, and by the time he was even working for Zeta Megatron was already evil and had the whole Senate assassinated.)

Like ughhhh oh my god I could have maybe enjoyed this story under a better writer but as it's written it's some "yet you participate in society, curious" levels of political commentary where at least one character seemingly only exists in the scene to shit on OP (something that happens a lot in Barber's works, like with Pyra Magna and Slide) and where OP is framed as a hypocritical asshole for a reaction that's very understandable given the context.

And also it's weird because Barber wants so badly for you to read Orion as some sort of hypocrite for being against terrorist activities but being willing to employ violence himself to arrest terrorists, yet... it turns out the big twist of the story is that the Decepticons WERE smuggling weapons and Soundwave DID lie to Orion (even if it was unintentionally), thus vindicating Orion's entire distrustful attitude? Like, it seems as if it was supposed to be an ACAB story showing how evil the police are for killing people and how Orion (as a cop) is evil for being a cop that uses violence on behalf of the state. Except uh. Then Barber wrote a plot where the Decepticons literally were smuggling weapons all along (and this is alongside lore from Megatron: Origin where we as the readers know for a fact the Decepticons/Starscream killed the Senate) so.... Like, it just seems to me that if Barber wanted to write an ACAB story about how the state monopoly on violence is bad, he probably shouldn't have written the Decepticons as actually being terrorists who literally did lie about smuggling weapons?

I feel like a better way to write an ACAB/anti-state-monopoly-on-violence would've been to like, explore the way that states take advantage of catastrophe/using scapegoat political movements to gather more power to themselves and justify removing citizens' rights with "it's an emergency, we're taking away your freedoms to protect everyone." Like, maybe Zeta passes some law saying that officers can search citizens without a warrant, which he justifies with the fact that Decepticon terrorism is so rampant that officers need immediate permission to conduct raids/searches. Except this is obviously a problem because people have a right to privacy, and probably the cops are super overzealous and end up arresting innocent people without cause (like idk, maybe just being friends with someone who is sympathetic to the Decepticons gets someone landed in jail? Maybe Jetfire gets arrested bc he's critical of the state and has hung out with Decepticon sympathizers before). So then Orion has an actual "are we the baddies?" moment where he wants to stop the bad people, but he realizes that his side are infringing on people's citizens and justifying police brutality for the sake of a nebulous "greater good," and that even though he and his cops were given greater power to supposedly "protect citizens," in practice they're actually doing great harm to citizens by invading their privacy, creating a surveillance state, and imprisoning people without just cause? Basically "we were given this power to stop terrorists from hurting civilians, but now we're hurting civilians too so are we actually doing any good?" Because that way Orion and his cops would ACTUALLY be in the wrong and their state monopoly on violence would be an actually widespread institutional thing where they're clearly being allowed to do bad things just because they're cops. Not just Orion investigating one singular police killing.

But with the story written as "Orion suspected the Decepticons of murdering the Senate (he's correct about this) but still investigated one of his officers to see if he committed a wrongful murder (literally him paying attention to his own side's wrongdoings, Jetfire), and it turns out the Decepticons WERE smuggling weapons and doing terrorism (Orion was correct about this)" it's just.......... like, Orion may not be morally correct, but his hunches/investigations about the suspected criminal activity were literally correct. AND HE WAS WILLING TO DO THIS INVESTIGATION IN THE FIRST PLACE. But for some reason he's still framed as if he's an asshole for this? Even though this is a point in the pre-war lore where Megatron won't back down from violence and has lost his way from his original pure intentions, so it's not like Orion can just go "let's put down our weapons and be friends and mutually trust each other to not stab each other in the back."

It just feels as if Barber's intentions to write an ACAB story where Orion is framed as being too judgmental and quick to be violent don't line up with the actual events of the story. The story is desperately trying to call Orion a hypocrite, but he really just seems as if he's reacting understandably to the events that are happening around him, so there's a real dissonance here where I don't understand why the ACAB story had the cops be right about the Decepticons committing terrorism, and I'm also supposed to see Orion as an asshole for correctly not trusting the Decepticons???

[your-internet-bf]

Thinking about showing everyone what a whore you are.

Hanging out with friends, everyone is having a good time, you're sitting next to me on the couch. I turn to the group and say, "hey, watch this." I look you in the eyes and tell you to spread.

Obediently, you open your legs for the whole party to see, smiling so prettily at me. Just the way I trained you. Everyone's laughing, but you're so drunk, you don't really understand why.

I reach a hand between your legs, rubbing so sweetly, and say to everyone else, "come on, come feel how wet she is!"

So our friends gather around, chuckling and teasing as they all lean in to feel you for themselves. I rest one hand on top of your head - you're doing so well for me.

Your whole body is suffused with warmth, now. From the booze and weed, sure, but there's another warmth, isn't there, building inside you. You barely even notice as I help you out of your clothes, but you certainly notice when my cock slaps down on your tummy.

"Hey, wait," you laugh, and as your mouth opens fingers find their way inside. They're not mine. You aren't sure whose they are. There's a raw attitude building in the room, and more and more hands are on you every second, more lips, more probing fingers.

With a jolt, you feel me push inside. You've never quite gotten used to my size, and it feels so fucking good as I stretch you out inside, pressing in every direction, and you can't help but moan with my strong, deep strokes.

Another cock is by your mouth, pushing at your lips, then another. Someone grabs your wrist and puts your hand on their cock, and someone is riding your other hand, now. I press down on your tummy as I fuck you, and hands caress your hips, your moans obstructed by the cocks in your mouth. You're such a good girl that you try to focus through the pleasure to stroke what's in your hands. People are laughing, aren't you proud to be the heart of the party?

Abruptly, the cock in your hand spasms, and you feel the hot, sticky cum shoot onto your bare tummy. Your breath catches in your throat, and with three quick, perfect strokes inside you, you cum, cum for me, writhing beneath the hands and attention of all your friends, and as you contract around me I can't help it either. You hear me moan something, indistinct over the noise of the party, over the noise of your exhibition of lust, and you feel it shoot deep inside you, spraying your womb, dripping out as I continue to thrust into you.

I pull out, slapping your aching cunt, watching you flinch. You're begging now, you need more, don't you? I half pull, half carry you over to the coffee table, and push you down on one side.

I lift one leg up, and as I force your tight little ass to spread for my thick, veiny cock, I grab your hair and pull your head back. You feel pressure as someone else, you don't even know who and I won't let you see, slides their cock inside you, my cum still dripping out. Their cock isn't nearly as thick, but it's long, long, long. You gasp as our friend pushes your cervix up into you, fucking you quick and deep as I impale you on my cock.

You start crying, hands covering you again, kisses on your neck, your shoulder blades, your spine, your fingers, and you cum again, intoxicated by the attention, losing yourself in the hedonism of it all...

After you don't know how long, you feel me pull out. You're not even sure if I came or not, but the space is filled soon enough. As you feel the warm wetness of a tongue caress between your legs, you overhear me on the phone.

"Yeah, man, get over here. Bring everyone. Oh, don't bring any condoms. You're not gonna believe this..."

[webism]

pornstar!nanami, who has a ritualistic approach to his job—go in, deliver a stellar performance, give his co-star a real orgasm, get paid. he gets a lot of action out of his job, and rarely seeks out... personal trysts.

but pornstar!nanami meets you in a bar, as cliche as it is, and whiskey-dick must be a myth because there's no way he could ever struggle to get it up when you look like that. and he's a gentleman, he swears it, but the sight of you in even the most simple of situations makes him want to be a bad man—do bad things.

pornstar!nanami who buys you a drink and somehow convinces you, in your heavenly stature, to come home with him. he feels like a virgin all over again, wracked with excitement and electric nerves all the same. he feels bad for being so forward with you, but he'll make you breakfast in the morning to make up for his degrading lust.

pornstar!nanami who just can't wait to get home, despite you agreeing to come spend the night. he's upset with the lewd forefront of his mind, but doesn't give himself long to lecture his own self before he's urging you into the dingy bathroom and attaching his lips to yours.

pornstar!nanami who wants to be a sweetheart, wants to swoon you, but his dick is just too hard and the noise you make when his hand swats your ass is too good to deny himself. he's so used to a camera crew being present when he's having sex that bending you over the sink and kneeling down to eat you out from behind feels more intimate than filthy.

pornstar!nanami who makes you cum on his tongue in record time: he has the practice after all. you're a shaking mess of moans when he finally stands straight to meet your gaze in the mirror. who smiles at the way you already look so fucked out, and he's hardly had his way with you yet.

pornstar!nanami who thinks your moans are made for porn when he turns you and pins you against the bathroom door—the one that doesn't lock—to catch your lips in a hot and messy kiss that has you dizzy already. before you can register his movements, he's hoisting your legs up to wrap around his waist and pushing into you with a torturous ease, like he's fucking made to fill you.

pornstar!nanami who, as he starts to thrust into you, letting your back hit the door with each snap of his hips, keeps thinking about how miserable taking his next job will be. how's he supposed to dramatise pleasure when he's felt something as perfect as you? clenching around him, each gasp you take from his breath as he fucks you to the edge of pleasure and back. nothing is going to compare.

pornstar!nanami who starts to ramble, his mind reeling with need and pleasure and want and everything on the path to infatuation. "you're so petty wrapped around my cock like this," he grunts, fucks into you faster, deeper. "fuck, i dont believe in fate but—shit—this... god i'm made for you. just for you."

pornstar!nanami whose words force you both over the edge, and you cum in blissful unison. eyes squeezed shut and kento's teeth sinking gently into the skin of your shoulder as he empties his balls. he debates telling you what he does, inviting you to film with him for a private shoot, something for him to keep and lock away for his eyes only.

pornstar!nanami who watches as you melt into his arms, eyes wide and watching every beautiful feature of his face as he stays seated inside of you. you're about to part your lips and admit that you know who he is, that you've seen him a hundred times before when the night is dark and your fingers slip into your panties at the sight of him on your phone screen, that you'd do anything to see him again, that you'd star for him, do anything he'd ask... when there's a knock on the bathroom door :)

[sultrysparkles]

MHA BOYS NSFW HEADCANNONS

[•~featuring- AGED UP!! Izuku Midoryia, Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Hanta Sero, Hitoshi Shinsou~•]

[•~a/n- haven't written in months!! excuse my writing but im getting back into it!! send requests!!, TY FOR 1K FOLLOWS 🙏🏼~•]

₊˚⊹♡ Izuku Midoryia

-Definitely a closeted pervert. have you seen the way he reacts around other girls?? you can't tell me that he hasn't watched a whole bunch of porn. his mind is definitely filthy and has no limits, very imaginative.

- but he tries his best to hide it, of course. he gets really embarrassed knowing that he's fantasizing about such sexual ideas and how it isn't right, but he can't help it when you wear those low cut shirts that expose your cleavage so well, or whenever your skirt rides up your thighs, showing off so much skin he doesn't even know what to do.

-100% a tits guy. any size is perfect to him, because to him it's not about the size. as long as he can grope and squish them or even seeing your hardened nipples poke through the thin fabric of your shirts. It's just enough to get him going.

-he gets super shy the first couple times you two do fuck. I'm talking constant rambling, the cherry red blushed cheeks and all those whimpers. he really doesn't know how to act. he's been waiting for the moment your soft delicate hands wrap around the base of his cock, or when he could feel your slick walls tighten around his shaft. he's been dreaming of this night for so long, he can't believe it's actually happening.

-he gets fucked out so so quickly. it's already so hard to not just cum as soon as he enter your tight wet walls. so after a couple thrusts he's mumbling about how good you feel and how much he loves you. when he gets closer, his hips buck into yours in an unsteady pace. his thrusts are more shaky and harder as he's whispering both quiet praises and curse. shutting his eyes tightly as he reaches his high, mouth slightly agape too.

-he loves eating. he prefers giving rather than receiving, simply because he'd rather please you. hearing your soft angelic sounds and watching as your face reacts with every little thing he does is already enough to make him cum. like I said, he has watched so much porn, he has analyzed them for moments like this. and he's analyzing you too. taking mini mental notes of what makes your hips shuffle, or what makes your cries go a pitch higher. he's so good at giving head, it makes you question if he even is a virgin anymore.

₊˚⊹♡ Katsuki Bakugo

-a throat fucker. you could start off going slow and taking him in little by little, but every time you end up with mascara smeared all over your eyes, spit mixed with precum dripping down your chin. and your mouth full of his cum. bakugo gets impatient, and needs to feel your throat around his cock. he's thrusting into your mouth like he doesn't care that your sobbing, gagging on his cock so hard your stomach aches, because he knows you like it when he's rough with you.

-he's an ass guy. and back shots with him are like no other. he bends you over his work desk, arms pinned to the middle of your back as hers leading his leaky tip to your entrance, ramming it in. a hand sneaks over to the fat of your ass, grabbing a handful as he waits for you to adjust to his size. after all he isn't that mean to make you feel pain. once you give him the green light, he instantly starts pounding into you, watching the as your plush ass ripples with every thrust. even spanking it a couple times.

-prefers to cum on you. don't get him wrong he loves to cum inside, his ego only grows as he watches his cum drips out your hole. but seeing your face, your gorgeous face decorated with the opaque ribbons of his cum, it feeds the possessive side of him. knowing that you're only his. but cumming on your ass? it's just enough to get fully hard again and ready for round two.

-imagine katsuki having you on your stomach, your upper half being shoved into the mattress by one hand. the other hand gripping onto your mouth. he didn't tell you to be quiet, because he doesn't want you to be. he loves hearing your pleas and mewls but he knows how loud you are. the neighbors would be pissed if they heard you two all night. but you enjoy this moment ever more. the angle he's holding you at makes his angry tip ram into that spongey spot repeatedly. making his attempts to silence you go to waste.

-he gets jealous super easily. especially if he notices you're hanging out with Midoryia more than him. you're his. and only his so why should he have to share someone like you with anybody else? he needs you to understand who you belong to, so jealousy sex is a common thing for you two. he's a lot rougher with you, doesn't show you any mercy. he'll keep edging until he gets tired of it, bring you so close to your high only to pull out last second. he needs to let out his frustration some how.

-his favorite position is definitely doggystyle. like I mentioned he's a big ass guy, but he likes the position mainly because you're at his mercy. he controls the speed, going painfully slow or brain numbingly fast. he craves power and control. a big hair puller too, the position allows him to yank on your hair whenever he wishes too. mainly to make you moan louder, or to bring make you listen to all the humiliating things he has to say about you.

₊˚⊹♡ Eijiro Kirishima

-definitely talks you through it. he is big. and he knows it. so the first time he slides himself in, he's peppering you with many kisses to your forehead. holding your hand and telling you about how well you're taking him. he pushes himself in, slowly snd gently do he doesn't hurt you two much. he would hate to see you cry. just reminding you there's only a little bit more to go, snd when you do take all of him in. he tells you how proud of you he is. he's such a sweet gentleman<3

"c'mon just a couple more, I know you can do it princess..."

"you did it baby, took me so well, you feelin' alright?"

-he loves hand holding. mainly because of the size difference. your hand is so much smaller than his. your palms are gentle and soft, contrasting his own. he fingers curl around yours perfectly, almost like they were meant to be together. but his favorite part is whenever you squeeze his hand. it makes him feel so strong. like you're telling him you feel safe with him, he just loves all the intimacy.

-he's a decent eater, he can get the job done of course. but nothing will ever compare to his fingers. they're long and wide, and at the perfect size to make you see stars. his digits curl just right while they thrust repeatedly. and his thumb is focused on your clit, rubbing smooth tiny circles on the bud. making your back arch and pelvis shake from the pleasure.

-hes such a gentleman, and he prioritizes your pleasure of his. one way he shows you this is by always making sure you cum before him. no matter what the situation is. he could pissed at you, but he'd still make sure that you cream all over his wide fingers before focusing on his own throbbing erection.

-is super big on consent. he does not play around about that. he would never EVER want to hurt you in any way, so he always triple checks to make sure you're okay with everything. always asking before he slips your panties of you, or reminding you that you don't need to force yourself for him. he also does not play about that mumbling stuff. he needs to hear an audible answer from you're lips before he can continue.

"you know better than that baby, c'mon use your words"

₊˚⊹♡ Hanta Sero

-he's such a tease. always leading you on, whether that be the heated make out sessions, or the way he whispers dirty things into your ear in public. he'll even pretend that he didn't just tell you how much he wants to bend you over the restaurant table and fuck you dumb Infront of all the people here. he doesn't actually mean it, it's all just to rile you up for later.

-has a big humiliation kink. it's so selfish but he can't help it. hanta lives to see your cheeks flush a baby pink as you hide your face away from him. he find it's so cute, knowing how easily he can break apart your attitude so quickly. he's always reminding you of how dirty you sound moaning for him like this, or how pathetic you look struggling to take all of him in your mouth.

-a big wrist holder. type of guy to always pin your wrists above your head as his hips buck into you swiftly. you're at his grace and he has all the control right now, which he tease you about of course. you look so desperate and downright helpless being held like this that's he can't help but remind you of it.

-this ties in with humiliation, but he also has a really bad dumbification kink. he wants to fuck you so dumb you won't even be able to straight for the rest of the night. whenever he's thrusting up into you as you run your mouth babbling about how good he's making you feel, hanta just wears the most shit eating grin ever. because everything you're saying doesn't make sense, not even in the slightest but his ego boosts exponentially knowing he can get you in a state like this.

-he loves THIGHS. especially if they have stretch marks or cellulite on them. he finds them so appealing. your thighs looks so soft and plushy, he can't help but just want to lay on them. but his favorite thing about them is whenever he's eating you out and you squeeze them around his head just right. gosh it feels like he's about to suffocate to death, but he wouldn't even be mad about it. he'd let you crush him with your thighs any day of the week.

-if you had one complaint about hanta, it would be about how many hickeys he would leave on you. after every night you'd wake up to finding hickeys all over your body. you see it as mainly annoying yet a little cute, but hanta does it just for both his own pleasure and for his possessiveness. seeing you marked up because of him just turns him on so much especially seeing your inner thighs decorated in the purplish red bruises. everyone knows who gave you all them too, giving him the greedy satisfaction he craves.

₊˚⊹♡ Denki Kaminari

-he is such a pervert. and he doesn't even hide it. now he's not like mineta, he's not going to go around and flirt with every girl he sees and harass them. no, his eyes are only focused on you. and just you. and whatever he does, he always makes sure that you're okay with it of course but that's not stopping him from whispering dirty things in your ears when you're in public. the worst part is, whenever you confront him about it he'll play dumb, acting like nothing ever happened.

-both an ass and tits guy. denki can't just pick one, they're both so hot to him. lowcut and tight shirts have him in a chokehold. he loves the way your boobs are somewhat exposed in low cut shirts, and tight shirts that show you're figure make him feel all mushy. but on top of that, he's a sucker for short miniskirts and short shorts. anything which just reveals your shape just makes him want to act up.

-the biggest tease you'll ever meet. he will mes with you about everything. did you just squirt on him? yeah he's never letting you forget that. oh did you want him to go faster? he'll make sure to go extra slow for you. he does it all just to make you angry (he finds it oddly hot seeing you annoyed) but his favorite part is teasing the tip of his cock into your entrance. no matter how much you beg for him, he'll repeat his painfully annoying little actions. only stopping whenever he feels like you've waited enough. overall he's just so unserious.

-D1 eater. that man knows what he's doing. well scratch that, no he doesn't. he doesn't know what he's doing to be real with you, he's eating mainly for his own selfish pleasure. drool and arousal is all over his chin but he doesn't care, he hasn't had enough yet. his tongue is thrusting into your hold viciously as a finger is rubbing desperate circles on your bud, even sending a couple light zaps to help him stimulate you.

-his favorite position is definitely cowgirl. it's the way you're on full display for him, tits bouncing as you grind yourself on him. he also likes the position because it allows you to have control. denki is a big switch and wouldn't mind you taking the lead for once, and if he needs to he won't hesitate to lift you up by the hips and thrust up into you.

-BIG dumbification kink. for both himself and you. seeing you so cock-drunk turns him on so much, because you look so good. your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead as your eyes are half lidded and hazy. but on the other side, he wants you to the same to him. denki secretly wants you to ride him so well that he short circuits and can't think straight. the effect your wet clammy pussy has on him puts him in a trance.

₊˚⊹♡ Hitoshi Shinsou

-LOVES THIGHS. he is 100% a thigh guy. he doesn't care what you do to him. you could try to crush his head and he'd thank you for it. his favorite part though, is whenever you sit down and your skirt rides up your thighs, exposing so much more. just seeing your bare exposed thighs only makes his thoughts even worse than normal.

-headboard grabber!! he definitely is rough with his thrusts and grips the headboard to steady himself. and he looks so good doing it. imagine hitoshi, all sweaty and looking back down at you with his natural sleepy eyes as you both lose yourself to the overwhelming pleasure. he looks absolutely majestic.

-hes definitely into somno. of course he'd only act on it if he had your consent. but once you gave him the okay, the stars aligned for hitoshi. we all know he's an insomniac and that he usually has trouble sleeping, so it's not unusual to wake up, feeling his girth stretching you out in the middle of the night. he'd try to be super gentle and soft at first so you didn't wake up. but he gets impatient quickly and ends up risking it, usually always waking you up.

-A BIG HAIR PULLER. loves to pull your hair, mainly to force you to keep eye contact with him and so he can you're fucked out expression. and the mewl you let out whenever he tugs on your hair extra harshly makes him want to let loose right there. but he's also a big sucker for getting his own hair pulled too. your soft delicate fingers getting entangled in his dark lavender locks,the sensation is merely indescribable.

-he loves it whenever you praise him. he'll act like he doesn't care about it much, but deep down his heart is pounding rapidly. just hearing how good he's making you feel, especially with your shaky voice. it's such a turn on for him. whenever you praise him about anything he melts, feeling so confident in himself. which only lead him to be even more determined to make each time unforgettable

-face sitting with hitoshi is such an experience. imagine this, you've begged him to let you try it, just so you could understand the hype behind it. and hitoshi agrees, pretending to not be just as excited as you. (he's been dreaming of his head being squished with your thighs). but once you lay your cunt over his face, he gets to work. now im not going to lie, yes not the best eater but this position makes up for everything. this man is eating like he's been starved for months. and don't you dare try to live yourself off him, he's only going to pull you back down.

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[lacydollette]

after bf!rafe surprises doll!reader by buzzing off his hair, she can't keep her hands to herself, feeling extremely horny whenever she looks at him

warnings: rafe x fem!reader, pure smut, praise, little degradation, making out, tit sucking, oral (fem receiving), face riding, explicit language, 18+

You lay sprawled on the lounger at tannyhill, sipping iced coffee, and scrolling lazily through your phone while tanning. You knew Rafe was up early today and had been out running errands for Ward, but he'd been gone for hours, and you were really starting to miss him. Just as you were considering calling him, the sound of the front door opening echoed through the house. You perked up, stretching lazily "About time, ray! How dare you keep me waiting so long.”

But when Rafe stepped into the room, you froze. Your mouth fell open slightly, sunglasses sliding down your nose as you took in the sight of him. His hair—his perfectly tousled, dirty-blond hair was gone. Completely buzzed down to almost nothing.

The sharp angles of his jawline, the slope of his cheekbones, and his ocean-blue eyes were suddenly the stars of the show, all of his features more prominent than ever. "Holy shit," you muttered, standing up slowly. Rafe smirked, trying to play it cool as he tossed his keys onto the counter. "What? You don't like it?"

"Are you kidding me?" You gasped, crossing the room in a daze. Your fingers reached out instinctively, brushing over the soft, short stubble of his buzzed hair. "You look... different." His grin widened as your hand lingered on his head while his found the curve of your ass. "Different good or different bad?"

You teasingly bit your lip, "Good," eyes locked on his. "Really, really good." Your fingers drifted down to his jaw, and you tilted your head, studying him like he was a work of art. "It makes your eyes pop even more. God, Rafe, why didn't you do this sooner?" He chuckled, taking your wrist and pressing a soft kiss to your palm. "Didn't know I needed your approval to change things up."

"You don't," you said quickly. "But, wow. Like, really, wow." Rafe’s ego was definitely fueled by your words, your approval meaning everything to him.

Everything else passed in a blur, but you couldn't keep your eyes, or your hands, off of your boyfriend. Every time he passed by, you reached out to touch his head or his face, not believing how effortlessly handsome he looked, stealing kisses amost every minute. And Rafe—well let’s face it. He absolutely loved it.

A little later, you were curled up on one end of the couch, watching Rafe as he sat on the other. He was sprawled out, completely manspreading right infront of you. Fucking tease. His phone was in his hand, and he looked completely absorbed in whatever he was doing. His jaw clenched slightly as he concentrated, his brows furrowing just enough to make him look impossibly sexy.

You couldn't take it anymore.

Without an ounce of hesitation, you jumped up and crawled over to him, grabbing his phone and tossing it onto the cushion beside him. "Hey, what the-" Rafe started, but his words were cut off as you climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Your hands were on his face in an instant, lips crashing against his in a heated kiss.

Rafe froze for half a second before groaning against your mouth, his hands sliding up your plush thighs to grip your waist. "You're killing me, Rafe," you murmured breathlessly between kisses, your fingers threading through the short stubble of his buzzed hair. "You look so fucking good. I can't even think straight."

"Yeah?" he rasped, his voice low and teasing. "Is that why you're humping my leg like a bitch in heat right now?" You pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, eyes dark with desire. "Shut up," you whispered, kissing him again.

Rafe growled against your lips as the kiss deepened, both of you losing yourselves in the heat of the moment. Your hands roamed over his broad shoulders and down his chest, your red nails scraping lightly against the fabric of his shirt, desperate to feel more of him. His hands were just as eager, gripping your hips firmly, pulling you flush against him as your bodies rubbed against each other.

"Doll," he murmured against your mouth, his voice low and full of want. Without warning, Rafe's hands slid under your thighs, gripping you firmly as he stood up in one fluid motion, taking you with him. You gasped, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you toward his bedroom. "You're not playing fair," you teased, breathless, as your arms looped around his neck. "Fair's overrated," Rafe shot back, smirking as he kicked the door shut behind him.

He tossed you onto his bed, your hair splaying out across his pillows as you landed with a soft gasp. Before you could say a word, he pulled his shirt off in one swift motion, revealing his toned chest and making your heart race even faster. He was on you in seconds, his hands braced on either side as he hovered over you, his ocean-blue eyes dark with hunger.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, leaning down to kiss you again. Your hands roamed over his bare chest, tracing the hard lines of muscle and pressing against his warm skin. You arched into him, your body craving every bit of contact you could get. His lips moved down to your neck, nipping and sucking just enough to leave faint marks.

As his hands slid under your top, pulling it up and over your head, you let out a soft whimper, desire building with every touch. Rafe pulled back slightly, his gaze raking over you, taking in the sight of your perky tits. You were perfect. He immediately leaned in, capturing one of your nipples between his lips. You tugged him closer, nails digging into his shoulders as you whimpered out, "I need you, Rafe."

His breath hitched at the raw need in your voice, his hands sliding down your sides as he licked and sucked all over your chest, his touch leaving your cunt aching for him. "Tell me what you want," he said against your skin, rough and low. You pressed your head into the pillow, biting down on your bottom lip, "I want to sit on your face."

Rafe froze for half a second before a devilish grin spread across his lips. "Yeah?" he said, his voice laced with amusement and excitement. You nodded eagerly, licking your lips as you looked up at him with anticipation. "Whatever you want, Doll," he said, his voice dropping even lower as he leaned back, settling himself against the pillows and pulling you with him “Come here."

Your pulse raced as you straddled his chest, hands braced on his shoulders as you hovered over him. Rafe's hands slid up your thighs, his digits pulling the soft lace of your soaked panties to the side. "Shit—you’re drippin’, baby.” he murmured, his blue eyes locked on your as you positioned yourself over him.

Rafe’s hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he kissed your inner thighs, his touch sending sparks through your entire body. You threw your head back, a soft moan escaping your lips at Rafe's teasing. He didn’t waste anymore time though, his tongue lapping through your wet folds, leaving you gasping for air.

“Such a sweet fucking pussy.” he mumbled quietly, his hot breath against your core sent shivers down your spine. You gripped the headboard for balance, head tilted back, a soft cry escaping your lips as you shuddered against him.

"ray—oh my god," you whimpered, voice shaky as you rutted your soaking cunt against him, his lips wrapping around your sensitive nub, sucking and circling his tongue as if his life depended on it. Your fingers instinctively drifted to his buzz cut, the soft, bristly feel of it only adding to your overwhelming senses. You couldn't stop touching it, letting your nails lightly scrape across his scalp as you rocked against him.

"That.." you breathed, voice trembling, "feels so fucking good." The sound of your voice, so needy and desperate, only spurred him on. His grip on you tightened, helping to drag your cunt against his tongue. “you’re gonna make a mess for me, baby?” he groaned, his blue eyes looking up at you from between your legs. You nodded hastily, the band in your lower stomach about to snap as Rafe moaned against your clit. within moments, you fell apart completely, body trembling as you released all over him, moaning out his name.

You were panting as Rafe lapped up your juices, overstimulating your poor cunt as your legs trembled, “Shit.” Carefully sliding off of him, you leaned down and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips. Your hands found his head again, fingers stroking the soft buzz as your body pressed close to his. "You really can't stop touching it, huh?" he teased, his blue eyes glinting with amusement. You grinned, cheeks still flushed from your orgasm. "Can you blame me? You look so good, rafey. It's actually insane."

He chuckled, his hand sliding down to rest on your hip. "If l'd known buzzing my head would make you act like a needy little slut, I would've done it a long time ago." You rolled your eyes, yet you couldn’t help the tingling sensation in between your legs. "I'm serious," he murmured, smirking. "I'm definitely keeping it now. If this is what I get, l'm never growing it out again."

"You better not," you teased back. Rafe let out a low chuckle, but his amusement faded quickly as your lips attached themselves to his jawline, your eagerness reawakening. Your teeth grazed his neck before you pulled back to meet his gaze. "I want more, Rafe." His blue eyes darkened, and a cocky smirk spread across his lips.

"You want more, huh? Still can’t get enough of that shit?"

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[rosenclaws]

ok, ok “suck on my fingers.” and “don’t make a mess, baby.” prompt with the worse wolverine? btw i love your words!!!

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, squirting, fingering, dirty talk, overstimulation, cum eating (kinda? i think thats whats this called idk he just sticks his fingers in ur mouth after fingering)

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a/n: I'm gonna be so real I am coping hard rn. I am devastated and worried for the future but if writing wolverine smut is what helps that is what I shall do. I hope you like it!!

How long has it been? Minutes? Hours? Fuck at this point you'd believe that you've been here for days. Wrapped in his arms. Trapped under his adamantium bone and super human strength. The sheets slip through your fingers as your grip grows weaker. Logan has been teasing you, playing with you like a piece of meat.

Logan is upright against the headboard. He’s got your back against his chest. One of strong arms is keeping you upright. Forcing you to sit there. His other hand is shoved into your panties. He didn’t even bother to take them off.

There’s something playing on the TV in your room but you lost any sense of your surroundings about an hour ago. Logan likes to play with his food. Always has.

Your big hot boyfriend loves to make a mess of things before he eats.

“Oh Fuck Logannnn.” You whine as he slips two of his fingers into your already soaked cunt.

Your panties are soaked from Logan’s touch. He won’t even bother taking them off. He likes the obscene sight of his hands down them. Loves seeing his fingers disappear and watch your cute face scrunch up in pleasure.

You’re trying with all your might to squirm away. Not that you wanted him to stop but the pleasure was overwhelming. Your body was moving without your brain at this point. Pure instinct. Logan growls in your ear. Shoving another finger inside to shut you up.

“Quiet. I’m not done with you yet.” You tilt your neck to the side as Logan’s rough thumb starts to circle your clit harshly.

The sounds of your pleasure are loud and Logan is unashamedly eating them up. His fingers movie faster and faster. Pounding into you with a force that makes you scream. Your dripping down his hands and onto the sheets. Logan tuts and shakes his head mockingly.

“Don’t make a mess baby.” He scolds as he drives his fucking fingers deep inside of you. Fucking liar. He loves when you make a mess. Nothing boosts his ego more.

He feels so good. His fingers are tearing you apart. He’s hell bent on making you come harder than you ever have. He can never get enough. It's like a competition with himself. Making sure you know only he can do this to you over and over. A pressure builds deep in your core and your eyes widen when you feel a certain feeling.

“Logan wait I-“ Your pleas are silenced as another moan rips through your throat.

You chant his name over and over as your legs start to shake. Logan watches in awe as you squirt all over the bed. He doesn't let up as he pulls as much as he can. You're moaning only pushes him further. He's whispering dirty things in your ear but you can barely hear him. Your body is screaming in pure pleasure and its all you can hear.

"Too much." You manage to whimper out as Logan continues to fuck his fingers into you.

He hums and in a moment of mercy decides you've had enough for tonight. Such a good pet. His fingers are coated. He pulls them apart and smirks as he brings them to your lips.

“Come on, suck on my fingers." He coos as you lazily open your mouth. Your perfect pretty lips surrounding his fingers, sucking your own juices from his fingers.

"Taste yourself, see why I can't get enough of this delicious cunt." His eyes grow dark as he watches your lips take his fingers so easily. You look up with glossy eyes. Completely fucked out because of him.

"Cute." He presses a kiss to your forehead and pulls you closer. His fingers slip out of your mouth and he dips back down into your soaked underwear. You whine when he gently brushes over your sensitive clit.

"Shhh sweetheart," His moves are softer this time, gentle.

"Just relax. Let me get my taste too."

[suiana]

yandere! childhood friend who still reminisces about your childhood together. yeah, the two of you may be grown now but he's been your day 1 and he just can't help but think about how you used to cling to him and adore him so much! he wishes you'd still do that but it is what it is. no matter how much he wishes otherwise.

yandere! childhood friend who did everything with you. yeah, that also includes practicing kisses. he's your first kiss, and he's never gonna let you forget that. you said you wanted to get better and who is he to refuse? he can't pass up such a prime opportunity! and it's not like he wants anyone else to take it. god no. that would be a tragedy.

"yeah, remember our kissing practices? hah, we were such kids back then!" he watches as you snicker, feeling a warm flush creep up his spine. god, of course he remembers. young and immature as you both were, you both learned together. that's all that really matters to him. "thanks to you, i can now makeout with my partners with ease. you're the best man." and has he told you how muchit infuriates him that you're using your experience to get with others? to please them with the mouth that once touched his? nah, he really can't stand for it. but he isn't allowed to say anything. he's just a childhood friend after all. not for long though.

yandere! childhood friend who wishes he would've accepted your offer to learn how to fuck as well. but no, he just had to be way too delusional back then and tell you to wait for the right one. he must've thought that you'd feel the same and confess then he'd court you slowly before getting to that stage... that never happened unfortunately. not yet at least. he'll make it happen.

yandere! childhood friend who's still a hopeless romantic at heart. a delusional one but a romantic nonetheless. he brings you out on "platonic dates" or whatever the fuck you like to call it, comfort you after your shitty excuse of a partner dumps you, and treats you like the deity that you are. you only deserve the best and he'll be there to provide. none of these losers can't treat you well. he can. he really hopes it'll help you see him as a potential boyfriend!

"i just," you blow your nose, tears streaming down your cheeks as your childhood friend rubs at your back tenderly. "don't know why he'd want to dumo me! we've been going strong for a year already! it's so out of the blue!" yeah, out of the blue huh... not really out of the blue for someone who's been actively theeatening that poor excuse of a man. that menas him, obviously. why he's been threatening him, you ask? because he's not treating you the way you should be treated, duh! sure you look happy but are you really? probably not, he's sure of it. "hey hey, don't worry... I'm here now, aren't i?" he always is, and he always will. you just need to understand that fact and you'll start seeing him in a different light too. don't worry, he has lots of patience. just... don't go sleeping with other people again.

yandere! childhood friend who may or may not be totally super duper mega in love with you. yeah, definitely not in love with you. that would be weird, right? come on, he's your childhood friend! sure you two might've kissed when you were kids and promised to marry one another but those were kiddy promises! that's all they are! he... totally doesn't believe you actually wanna marry him and be his forever and ever.

"so have you started thinking about your future?" he pauses at your question, rubbing at his empty ring finger. future, huh? funny how you ask that when you two are destined to be together at the end of it all. i mean, the two of your promised it as kids, didn't you? sure you're exploring now but at the end if the day, it's him that you come back to, don't you? even if just as a friend. but that's the present, not the future. "nah, not really. just wanna focus on the current moment, y'know?" bullshit, and he knows it. but he doesn't wanna scare you away. not yet at least. you're still out lookign for others which means you haven't come round to the idea of you two together. not to worry, he'll give you a little more time to see how good he is. how good things could be between you two if you just gave him the chance. "i mean, you're here with me." he chuckles, taking your hand in his before placing it on his cheek. you're warm. he likes your warmth, it's so soothing. "that's more than enough for me." half lidded eyes gaze at you, full of emotion and hidden longing before he hums softly. the teo fo you sit in the park in silence, enjoying each other's presence. in the moonlight, everything seems to slow and engulf the two of you in a quiet embrace. he only wishes you would just love him back already. "yeah, I'm glad to be by your side too, best friend." ...he really hates those words. don't worry, good things come to those who wait. and you will be his in due time. you've already had his heart, now all he needs is yours.

[kingkat12]

pornography (eric draven x reader)

WARNINGS: 18+, foul language, groping/fondling, dry-humping lol, mentions of substance abuse

summary: when you finally talk to Eric Draven in rehab, it doesn't take long before you get drawn together by a force stronger than anything you have ever encountered. it doesn’t help the situation that you eventually find out Eric has been drawing pictures of you… nude

word count: 2,337 PART 1, PART 2, PART 3

a/n: this is for all the girlies like me that just came home from watching The Crow and got their mind blown by how hot Bill was in it... holy fuck. had to write this blurb because I am so shaken up, I can't feel my face. enjoy!! there will be more parts hihi...

"I fucking hate pink," 

I couldn't believe that was the first thing I said to him-- the dark and broody stranger I had been eyeing through my first few weeks in rehab. He stared back at me, confusion swimming in his big green eyes, probably pondering why I had sat down next to him in the cafeteria. "Pardon?"

"It's a little ridiculous," I tried, watching as he put down his cutlery, pushing his food away as he gave me his full attention. Tugging at my pink sweater, which we were all wearing, I let out a nervous chuckle. "Whose idea was it to put a lot of addicts in pink, anyway?"

My eyes darted down to his hands as I waited for his answer-- they were huge up close, and completely covered in tattoos. I hadn't noticed them from afar; I had only noticed the ones peeking through the top of his shirt when he would pass me by in the hall, or the big eye he had on his chest that I had seen while passing by his room. I knew it wasn't nice to peek into his room while he was changing, but I was quite frankly starved of any male contact-- any girl would go crazy in here. 

He eventually shrugged, giving me the answer I least expected; "I guess pink is supposed to be a calming colour. It's not that bad," I watched as the corners of his mouth tugged upwards, giving away hints of amusement. "Aren't you girls supposed to like pink?"

"Maybe," I mumbled, nudging food around on my plate with my fork. "I just don't like to wear it. It doesn't suit me."

The handsome stranger didn't seem to agree, another shrug following accompanied by a shy laugh. "I can't figure out whether you're being sincere or searching for compliments,"

This was most definitely not how I wanted to come off. I straightened up, resting my elbows against the table as I cleared my throat. "I'm just trying to make conversation,"

"... Why?"

"Because you've been staring at me almost as much as I've been staring at you," I put down my fork, hoping he didn't see how nervous I was. In truth, he had been staring-- it wasn't all purely one-sided. I had caught him staring at me in the courtyard, on my way to the shower, and I had also caught him lingering outside my room several times. He would usually leave when I came out, disappearing down the hall with speed I wouldn't even dream to catch up with. 

He finally gave in to a smirk, nodding to himself as he lowered his head. "Sorry," It was clear that he hadn't thought he'd be called out like this. However, something told me he wasn't too upset about being caught either. 

"Don't be," I said, feeling my anxiety ripping through my veins. Why was I indulging? "I just--"

It was at this moment that a guard appeared behind him, yanking him away from the table with a harshness that made me gasp. I clasped my hand over my mouth, watching as he barely reacted to the brutality. 

"Guys and girls eat separately!" the guard yelled at me, slamming his fist down on the table. 

My eyes widened, looking back at the handsome stranger. "But I-- I was the one who sat down here, he didn't do anything!" I protested, watching as the guard grabbed him and led him away. Groaning, I ran my hands through my hair, frustrated with the rules at this place. Why was it so fucking strict?

I eventually looked up just in time to see that the man had managed to turn around, smirking my way; "I'm Eric!" he said, holding back a laugh as he was shoved along the cafeteria for everyone to see.

Despite the horror washing over me for getting him in trouble, I managed to croak out my name as well. It seemed that he appreciated that I had at least tried to stick up for him-- What was it that I had just started?

My question would be answered a lot quicker than I had expected. 

A few days passed, and more looks and stares were exchanged. I was dying to talk to Eric again. I knew I hadn't been sent to rehab to make friends or get feelings for someone, but something was gnawing at me to talk to him again. I wanted to be around him constantly; what was happening to me? I recognized this feeling-- it was the same feeling I got when I really, really craved something... Fuck, how I missed drugs. Maybe Eric was turning into a substitute?

It wasn't often that the door to Eric's room was open, but today it was. I wouldn't have noticed it if I hadn't taken the extra lap around the institute as usual, hoping to get a glimpse of him through the small window in his door. But today, I didn't have to get on my tippytoes to get a look-- there he was, picking up several drawings that had been scattered around the floor. His room looked like a mess, completely unlike how I was used to seeing it through the tiny window. This looked like the result of one of those raids that the prison guards sometimes did when they suspected there were hidden drugs in a patient's room. 

I felt sorry for him; I knew how horrible it could feel to have someone rip through all your stuff. But as I bent down and picked up a few drawings that were at my feet, my lips parted in surprise.

It seemed I wasn't the only one caught off guard; Eric noticed me standing in his doorway, letting out a relieved sigh as he watched me inspect his drawings. He called out my name, leaning against the wall as he sized me up and scanned me, crossing his arms over his chest. 

I cleared my throat; "Is this... me?" I held up the first drawing of the bunch. It was a sketch of me sitting in the courtyard, and I was sure that it was me-- I suppose it was my shock asking for confirmation. 

Eric snickered, kicking off the wall. "Yeah... Sorry,"

"Stop saying sorry," I shuffled through the drawings, finding he had drawn me in multiple settings, and it was clear that I had been watched the few weeks I'd been here. "These are beautiful, Eric... I guess I'm honoured--" My words trailed off as I finally approached the last drawing. Was that...?

He didn't even try to take it away from me. Eric sighed, looking away as his cheeks flushed a light pink, similar to our uniforms. 

Judging by his reaction, I had a feeling he wasn't so against me seeing this. It was a sketch of me, after all-- nude. 

I had to swallow rather hard for anything to go down. I couldn't pinpoint why I wasn't absolutely horrified at this.  "So... this is what you've been up to in here, huh?" There was no stopping the smirk that spread across my lips, holding back a flustered giggle. "This is next-level pervy, do you know that?"

It didn't take long before Eric's big hands ripped the drawings out of my hands, turning away as he shook his head. "Every artist needs a muse, no?"

"A muse? How can I be your muse if we don't know each other?"

"That's not how it works," he mumbled, throwing away the drawings into a heap on the bed. "Your beauty is all I need to get inspired."

This was enough to shock me into silence. I inhaled a sharp breath, stepping into Eric's room despite knowing it was forbidden. "So now you think I'm beautiful?"

Eric hummed, finally turning to meet my eyes. "It hasn't been the biggest secret, has it?" There was something playful about him, shameless, as though it didn't matter to him that I had just found his handmade porn. "It gets a little lonely in here, I guess. These drawings just... run out of me like water. Can't control it."

There was something so unimaginably tantalizing about Eric. Everything about him made me want to jump him then and there-- was it maybe the result of my withdrawals that were turning my brain into further mush? In a normal setting, this would have creeped me out to infinity and beyond, but knowing this was coming from the man I had been lusting after from afar for several weeks made me excuse it in a heartbeat. 

I had no idea what possessed me to close the door to his room and lock it, knowing the repercussions could be severe if we were caught. But Eric didn't seem to mind; his green eyes widened, watching my every move like a hawk.

"It was really pretty and all... The drawing, I mean," I said, inching closer to where he had sat down on the bed. "But would you maybe want some inspiration for the next one?"

Eric's plush, pink lips parted, eyes rounding out in surprise. Despite his shock, his big hands reached out for me as I came closer, and he pulled me in between his legs. I could feel him caressing my back through my shirt, holding me with the utmost gentle touch. "I'll take all I can get," he murmured, looking up at me through his brows, a knowing smirk spreading across his face. 

I let out a giggle as he pressed his lips against my stomach through my shirt, enjoying the intense feeling of someone against my skin again after all this time. Eric pulled away, glancing at the door before slowly trailing his fingers under my shirt, testing the waters. 

It didn't take long before that wasn't enough for him-- my breath hitched as Eric grabbed my waist, pulling me down with him on the bed. I barely had time to think before the euphoric feeling of being kissed engulfed me. Our lips met in an open, soft kiss, almost as though we were scared to break the other if we were too needy or harsh. As I straddled him, I felt his hands tugging at my shirt, dipping back under the fabric once more. His fingers gently ghosted over my lower back, eventually ending up trailing small circles with his thumbs along the underside of my bra. 

If I hadn't been so starved of any human contact in here, I would've never jumped the opportunity like this. But none of us knew how long we had until the guards would bust us, and it only fueled the adrenaline pumping through our veins. Our kisses became desperate, hungry, and I let out a whimper against his lips as he took the liberty of cupping my chest, feeling me up to his heart's delight. I knew I had been waiting for this moment since the first time I saw him, and I wasn't about to let it slip through my fingers-- I decided to let him do whatever he wanted to me, no matter what. 

I could feel Eric's cock twitch beneath me, clearly aroused. It was also at this moment that he made me sit up, tugging my shirt off of me before laying back down to scan me. Was he memorizing my body for his next sketch? It wasn't every night that I had a handsome stranger beneath me like this, so I allowed him to trail his hands up and down my body, lips parting in delight. "Fuck... Yeah, this will do," he murmured, pupils dilating at the sight before him whether he wanted them to or not.

"You sure?" I asked, giggling to myself. My hands rested against his broad chest, letting out a sigh of delight; God, he was sexy. As I shifted in his lap, Eric's breath hitched as I seemingly sat down in the exact right spot. Almost as though he was possessed by instinct for a moment, he grabbed my hips, rocking me against him through the fabric of our clothes. 

Who would've thought I'd be dry-humping this stranger and enjoy it so much? My hands gripped his shirt, a quiet moan spilling past my lips-- I had forgotten this feeling. This was mostly something I did when I was a teenager, before I figured out how to have proper sex with my high school boyfriend. But it felt so damn fucking good, desperate; it didn't take long before I leaned back down, capturing his plush lips in another kiss. 

I craved him like water. I wanted him against me, in me, for him to take me in every possible position ever-- a deep, dark part of me knew I would be insatiable from now on. 

But our moment of ecstasy was interrupted when a guard started banging his fist against the door, his muffled yells barely registering through my arousal. Despite my dazed state, it didn't take me long to drape my shirt back on, climbing off Eric with wobbly knees. "Shit," I mumbled, turning to him with wide eyes. "I'm screwed. We're screwed."

Everything about him was so damn beautiful. The kiss-swollen lips definitely didn't help how gorgeous I thought he looked right now. Despite the situation, knowing we were in deep shit, Eric let out a soft chuckle; "I don't think you're screwed enough, actually. We'll get to that another time," 

My eyes widened as I gave into a light giggle. There was no way this was happening-- had my naughty rehab dreams come true? The guard banging against the door was drowned out by the incessant ringing in my ears that festered through my mind as Eric leaned down to kiss me one last time; "I hope to see you around, if they don't kill us,"

"Yeah," I breathed, only now realizing how tall he was as I looked up to meet his gaze. This man was towering over me. Holy shit. "Can't wait to see your next masterpiece."

I couldn't wait. I really couldn't.

(a/n: PART 2, PART 3 here!! enjoy<33)

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EARNED IT | MATTHEW STURNIOLO. PT.4

read pt. 1 & pt. 2 & pt.3 here

brothersbestfriend!matt x innocent!reader

You're an 18-year-old high school senior, the innocent little sister of Matt's best friend. Which means off-limits in every way. But 22-year-old college hockey player, Matt can't ignore the way you cling to him, asking dangerous questions with trusting eyes. You don't understand the fire you're playing with- but Matt does. And he's burning to teach you what happens when you get too close.

story warnings: oral (both receiving), corruption kink, brothers best friend, pet names (sweetheart, angel), age gap (four years), etc. all characters are of age. If any of these topics upset you... don't read!

word count: 6k

ib: @ariestrxsh’s young god

A knock.

On your door.

Matt’s voice reaches through the door.

“Sweetheart?”

You swallow hard. Matt just waits. The door creaks open, and Matt steps inside.

And the second his eyes land on you, he stops. His jaw tightens. His hands twitch at his sides. His entire body goes still.

Because fuck.

You’re sitting on your bed, legs folded beneath you, your tiny white camisole hugging your large chest in ways that shouldn’t be legal, the fabric so thin, so delicate, so small that it barely covers anything.

And your shorts?

They aren’t even shorts.

They’re practically underwear.

Matt’s throat bobs and his fingers flex.

His entire demeanor shifts, his eyes darkening, his breath deepening, his body physically pained by the way you’re looking up at him- so oblivious, so sweet, so fucking unaware of what you’re doing to him.

Your glasses slip slightly down your nose, your big, wide eyes blinking at him like you don’t realize how you look right now.

Like you don’t realize what you’re doing to him.

Matt exhales slowly, jaw clenched, fingers curled into fists as he reaches behind him and pushes the door shut.

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Just stands there, staring at you, wrecked, ruined, barely holding himself together.

You just tilt your head slightly, still looking at him with that same soft, innocent confusion.

“I thought you had homework to do?” you ask softly, oblivious. Your lips part slightly, your expression sweet, genuine, trusting. “…Do you need some help?”

Matt laughs. It’s not a real laugh. It’s low, dry, amused, filled with disbelief.

He drags a hand down his face, shaking his head slightly, his jaw still tight, his muscles still tense.

He looks at you again. “You really believed that?”

Your brows furrow. You blink at him, confused, lost, unaware. “…Believe what?”

Matt just shakes his head again, smirking now, disbelieving, wrecked.

He takes a step closer. His gaze never leaves yours, dark and heavy, his expression unreadable but charged.

You watch him, still sitting on your bed, your glasses slipping down your nose again.

Without thinking, you lift a finger, pushing them back up, blinking up at him through your long lashes.

Matt swallows hard.His whole body feels like it’s straining against itself, fighting something primal, something dangerous.

He tilts his head slightly, his voice low, thick, wrecked. “You really thought I had homework?”

Your brows furrow slightly, lips parting just a little, still looking up at him like you don’t understand. “…You don’t?”

Matt huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head slightly. “I’m not even enrolled in classes yet.”

You blink, genuinely confused. “Then why did you lie?”

Your voice is so soft, so sweet, so completely innocent in contrast to the absolute war raging inside him.

Matt’s jaw clenches.

His eyes flicker over your face, over your bare shoulders, your parted lips, your soft, warm thighs pressed together beneath those tiny fucking shorts.

He groans, running a hand through his hair before crouching down in front of you, leveling himself with you, face to face, his knees on the floor, his hands resting on your bed- caging you in.

You feel your breath hitch, your body going still.

Matt stares at you, dead in the eye, his voice dropping an octave as he says,

“Because I wanted to fuck you instead.”

Your breath catches, a soft, startled gasp slipping from your lips before you can stop it.

Your thighs press together instinctively, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you as Matt’s words sink in.

Your body feels too hot, too tight, too restless, his presence so close, so overwhelming that you don’t even realize what you’re saying before the words slip out-

“D-does that mean I’ve earned it?”

Matt’s eyes darken immediately. His lips part, his fingers tighten against the mattress.

“I guess so, sweetheart.”

Your stomach flips.

Matt’s fingers drag up your thighs, slow and deliberate, teasing.

He drops fully to his knees, settling between your legs, looking up at you now, his broad hands trailing higher and higher, his grip firm and possessive.

His breath is heavy, his eyes hungry.

“Tonight’s my last night,” he murmurs, his hands squeezing your thighs. “And I need to feel you wrapped around me.”

Your lips part, your stomach tightening, something warm pooling deep inside you.

Your fingers twitch at your sides, your voice barely above a whisper.

“F-feel me wrapped around you?”

Matt groans, his jaw tight, tense, barely holding himself together..

He rises from the floor, slow, predatory, controlled, his hands dragging up your body, his fingers brushing over your hips, your waist, your ribs.

He crawls over you, the mattress shifting beneath his weight, his body caging you in, surrounding you, pressing you down into the sheets.

His forearms bracket your head, his chest hovering just above yours, his breath warm and uneven, his lips so close to yours you can barely think.

His voice drops into a low, strained rasp.

“Yes, angel.”

His nose brushes yours.

His lips barely touch yours, teasing, hovering, making you wait.

“I need to feel you pulsing,” he murmurs, his fingers dragging over your waist, gripping you tighter, his breath hot against your lips.

His hips press against yours, the warmth of his body suffocating, intoxicating.

“After I make you cum around me- ”

A kiss- light, fleeting, taunting.

“Again.”

Another- deeper, but still not enough.

“And again.”

His hands tighten, his fingers digging in, his body pressing closer.

“And again.”

His lips finally crash into yours, taking everything.

Matt kisses you hard, his lips claiming, his hands everywhere, fingers threading through your hair, tilting your head exactly how he wants it. His mouth moves with desperation, worship, control, like he’s starving for you, like he’s trying to devour every breath you take.

He presses you further into the bed, his weight shifting, guiding you until you’re in the center of the mattress, surrounded by him.

His hands glide over your skin, slow and deliberate, trailing down your neck, your sides, your waist, his fingers dragging over your ribs like he’s memorizing every inch.

A low groan rumbles in his chest when you try to wrap your legs around his waist, desperate to pull him closer, to feel more.

Matt shakes his head.

His lips curve into a dark, teasing smirk, his hand gripping your thigh firmly, keeping it down.

“Not yet, angel.”

His voice is low, thick, wrecked, his breath hot against your swollen lips.

He starts moving down.

His mouth leaves a slow, open-mouthed trail down your jaw, your throat, your collarbone, his tongue flicking out to taste, to tease, to claim.

Your breath shudders, your fingers tangling in his hair, trying to hold onto something, anything.

Matt just chuckles against your skin, his lips brushing against your clothed torsobefore moving lower.

Your stomach tenses, your thighs pressing together, needy, desperate, overwhelmed.

Matt reaches the band of your frilly little shorts, his breath hot against your hip, his fingers toying with the lace, his teeth grazing the edge.

Your whole body locks up.

Matt bites down, just enough to tease, just enough to make you whimper.

His hands grip the delicate fabric, but instead of pulling them off with his fingers-

He uses his teeth.

Slowly.

Dragging them down and down and down.

Your head tilts back, your chest rising and falling unevenly, your fingers digging into the sheets.

Matt groans against your skin, his hands spreading your thighs apart, dragging you toward the edge of the bed.

“Let me take care of you, angel.”

His hands grip your thighs, firm but teasing, spreading them apart just enough to make you squirm.

His lips hover dangerously close to where you need him most, his breath hot, uneven, deliberate.

But he doesn’t move.

Not yet.

Instead, his fingers glide up your inner thighs, featherlight, barely touching, his thumbs rubbing slow, lazy circles, teasing you, making you ache.

Your hips shift, your breath coming out in uneven little pants, but Matt just chuckles, his hands holding you still.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice low, amused, dark.

His lips brush the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, kissing, biting, sucking- everywhere except where you need him most.

Your fingers grip the sheets, frustration coiling tight inside you.

“Matty-”

He hums, pleased.

“Patience, angel.”

You whimper, shifting again, trying to chase his mouth, but his grip tightens, holding you in place.

“Not yet,” he murmurs against your skin, his tongue dragging over a fresh bruise he just left.

Your stomach flutters violently.

Heat pools low, thick, overwhelming. You can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything except feel.

“Matty, please,” you whisper, your voice barely there.

Matt smirks against your skin.

“That’s not begging, sweetheart.”

His teeth graze your thigh, biting down just enough to make you jolt, gasp, tremble.

Your hands fly to his hair, tugging slightly, desperate, needy.

Matt groans lowly, his fingers tightening around your thighs.

“Try again.”

Your chest rises and falls unevenly, frustration and desperation tangled together in one messy, overwhelming knot.

You need more.

You need him.

Your voice wobbles, your lips parting as heat floods through you, wrecking you, consuming you.

“Matty,” you whimper, your thighs trembling in his grip.

His smirk deepens.

“Yeah?”

“Please,” you whisper, breathless, desperate.

“Please, what?”

You whimper, shifting against his hold, panting, overwhelmed.

“Please, Matty, please-”

His grip tightens. His breath shudders.

“Good girl,” he murmurs.

Matt hums low in his throat, satisfied, pleased, soaking in the sound of you breaking for him.

He finally gives in.

His grip tightens on your thighs as he leans in, his mouth hot and hungry as he presses slow, open-mouthed kisses against your soft heat.

You gasp, twitch, whimper, your body reacting before your mind can catch up.

A low chuckle rumbles from his chest, his breath hot, teasing, his lips dragging, pressing, nipping, kissing.

His hands shift, gripping your thighs tighter, spreading you wider, making sure you can’t move, can’t escape, can’t do anything except take what he’s about to give you.

His breath fans over you, the sensation sending sharp jolts of heat through your body.

His lips part against your skin.

His tongue flicks out, dragging a line up your soaking slit.

A sharp, desperate gasp rips from your throat, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling, gripping, helpless.

Matt groans, the sound low, deep, wrecked.

His fingers dig into your thighs as his mouth moves, teasing, tasting, devouring.

Your head tilts back, your breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts, your body trembling beneath his hands, beneath his tongue, beneath him.

He hums again, the vibration sending another wave of warmth rolling through you.

His grip tightens, his lips move slower, deeper, hungrier.

His mouth moves with purpose, slow and taunting, his lips pressing open-mouthed kisses against your clit, his tongue flicking out to taste, to tease, to ruin.

Your fingers tighten in his hair, your breath coming out in short, sharp gasps, your thighs trembling beneath his grip.

Matt chuckles against your clit, low and satisfied, the sound vibrating against you, sending a new wave of warmth rolling through your body.

He doesn’t stop. If anything, he gets bolder, firmer, rougher, his movements controlled but relentless, his tongue flicking, stroking, pressing.

Your head tilts back, your eyes squeezing shut as the sensation overwhelms you, consumes you, drowns you.

“Matty-” you gasp, your fingers pulling, tugging, desperate.

He groans at that, the sound rough, deep, wrecked, like he’s just as affected as you are.

His hands shift, gripping tighter, pulling you closer, refusing to let you pull away, refusing to let you escape what he’s doing to you.

“Take it,” he mutters against your skin, his breath hot, uneven, teasing.

His lips curl into a smirk, his tongue moving in slow but hard circles against your puffy clit, his grip tightening when he feels your thighs start to shake.

“You’re already close, aren’t you?”

Your breath stutters, your body trembling, your stomach tightening, coiling, burning.

Matt chuckles darkly, his fingers pressing soothing circles into your thighs as his tongue flicks against you just right.

The warmth builds, sharp, overwhelming, consuming.

Matt groans again, his grip never loosening, his mouth never stopping.

His grip tightens, his fingers digging into your thighs, holding you down, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

His mouth moves with precision, slow and unrelenting, his tongue flicking, teasing, stroking exactly where you need it.

He can feel it, the way your thighs shake, the way your stomach tightens, the way your breath catches on every movement of his mouth.

“Matty-” Your voice breaks, high and desperate, breathless, overwhelmed.

He hums against you, pleased, amused, possessive.

“You gonna cum for me, angel?” he murmurs against your skin, his breath hot, teasing.

Your body tenses, your stomach coiling, twisting, burning. Matt doesn’t let up.

His tongue moves faster, his hands gripping you tighter, his breath uneven as he feels your thighs start to shake.

His jaw clenches, his movements sharper, more deliberate, his mouth relentless.

Before you could even warn him, your body locks up.

The pressure snaps, sharp and blinding, crashing over you in waves, overwhelming, consuming, impossible to fight.

Your fingers tighten in his hair, your thighs trembling, your hips arching off the bed as you grind into his face, your breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps as the sensation washes through you.

Matt groans, his grip firm in pushing you back against the mattress, grounding you, dragging it out, letting you feel every second.

He only pulls away when you go limp beneath him. His lips press against your inner thigh, slow, soothing, teasing.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, grinning against your skin

Matt sits up slowly, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth, wiping away the evidence of what he just did.

His grin is smug, satisfied, his blue eyes practically glowing through the dim light of your bedroom, dark with amusement, with hunger, with possession.

He watches you closely, taking in the way your cheeks are flushed, your glasses slightly fogged, your chest rising and falling in uneven bursts.

Your thighs twitch, still weak, still trembling from the overwhelming sensation he just left you drowning in.

Matt just smirks.

His hands grip your legs, pushing them gently to the side as he stands up.

You blink up at him, still dazed, still trying to process everything, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you for stability.

Matt just crosses the room, his presence still dominating the space, even from a distance.

He settles onto the couch near your bookshelf, his legs spread wide, his arms draping over the back, his gaze never leaving yours.

You roll over onto your stomach, your breath still uneven, your lashes fluttering, your glasses slightly askew.

You sit up, still blinking, still confused, your expression soft, innocent, lost.

Matt sees it. He relishes it.

The way you look at him, unsure, desperate for direction, for permission, for more.

His lips curve into a slow, lazy smirk. He lifts two fingers, curling them toward himself in a silent command.

You slowly sit up, your body still weak, trembling, your breath uneven, your mind dazed from everything Matt just did to you.

Your wide eyes flicker to him, innocence and hesitation swirling in them as you push yourself to your feet, your knees still wobbly, shaky.

Matt sees it all.

The hesitation.

The way your fingers twitch at your sides.

The way your body reacts to him even now.

And he just smirks.

“Come here, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice low, slow, lazy, like he has all the time in the world.

You take a small step forward, then another, walking toward him shyly, your fingers lightly brushing the hem of your camisole like you need something to ground you.

Matt watches you closely, his blue eyes filled with lust.

And then, when you’re almost there, when you’re standing just inches away, he chuckles under his breath.

“Don’t get shy on me now, angel,” he teases, his voice gravelly, thick with amusement.

His hands shift, gripping your thighs, thumbs tracing slow, lazy circles against your bare skin.

“I can still taste you on my tongue.”

Your face burns instantly. A sharp, hot flush crawls up your neck, your ears, your cheeks, your breath catching so hard in your throat you think you might choke on it.

Matt just smirks wider, darker. He tilts his chin up slightly, his gaze dragging over you, slow and lazy, before he gestures with his chin.

“Take it off.”

Your fingers instinctively grip the hem of your camisole, suddenly hyper-aware of how thin, delicate, and barely-there it is.

Your lips part, but no words come out. The moment feels too intimate, too vulnerable, too raw.

Matt sees the way you freeze up, the way your breathing stutters, the way your fingers tighten around the fabric.

His hands slide slowly up your thighs, his touch warm, grounding, teasing, reassuring.

“C’mon, angel,” he murmurs, his voice soft, coaxing, slow. His thumbs press small, soothing circles into your skin, his breath steady, patient, waiting. “It’s me.”

Your stomach flips. Your heart pounds. And something in the way he says it- so certain, so steady, so familiar- makes your fingers loosen their grip on your shirt.

You take a slow, shaky breath and pull it over your head. The fabric slips from your fingers, pooling on the floor beside you.

Matt just stares.

His lips part slightly.

His light eyes drag over you, slow, deliberate, in absolute awe. His jaw tightens. His hands flex against your thighs, his breath coming in slow, controlled pulls.

His voice lowers into something reverent, something wrecked, something so raw it makes your stomach turn inside out. “Fucking hell.”

Matt’s fingers twitch at his sides before he lifts one hand, dragging his fingertips lightly over your peaked, sensitive nipples.

The touch is barely there, barely anything, but it sends a sharp jolt of heat through you, your breath catching, your back arching just slightly.

Matt watches you closely, his blue eyes dark, burning, filled with something unreadable.

He brings his hands down, pressing them to your shoulders, his touch firm but gentle, guiding.

He presses down.

And you sink to your knees in front of him.

Your eyes widen slightly, innocence flickering in your gaze, curiosity mixed with something deeper, something unspoken.

You look up at him, hands resting lightly on your thighs, your glasses slipping down your nose again, your lips parted slightly, waiting, trusting.

Matt throws his head back.

A low, ragged groan escapes his lips, his fingers twitching at his sides, his entire body reacting to the way you look at him.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters under his breath.

You frown slightly, tilting your head, your brows furrowing as you lift a hand and place it gently on his thigh.

“Are you okay?” you ask, your voice soft, concerned, completely oblivious.

Matt’s breath shudders.

He drags his head back down, his jaw tight, his chest rising and falling slowly.

“Yeah, angel,” he murmurs. “I’m okay.”

He grabs your wrist, gently but firmly, guiding your hand over him, pressing your palm against the thick, hard evidence of what you do to him.

Matt groans at the contact, his head tilting back slightly, his fingers tightening around your wrist.

Then, his voice drops into something slow, deliberate, patient, guiding.

“You know how I make you warm and needy, right?” he murmurs, his blue eyes locking onto yours, searching, waiting.

You nod slowly. His thumb strokes your wrist.

“How I build up that pressure for you,” he continues, his voice low, steady, coaxing.

Your thighs squeeze together instinctively. You nod again.

Matt smirks slightly, tilting his head, watching you absorb his words, letting you process.

“Would you want to try to do that to me?”

Your lips part slightly, your fingers twitching against his thigh.

Your cheeks heat up, something warm and unfamiliar curling low in your stomach.

“I-” You blink, wide-eyed, innocent. “I can?”

Matts fingers flex against your cheek, cupping your face, his thumb tracing the soft curve of your jaw.

“Of course you can, angel,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, coaxing, patient.

His eyes darken slightly, his thumb dragging along your cheekbone as he leans in just a little.

“Remember the video I sent you?” he asks, his voice low, thick, teasing.

Your face burns instantly. Your eyes widen, your breath stuttering, your lips pressing together as the memory crashes over you.

You nod slowly, your cheeks flushing deep red.

Matt smirks. His fingers tilt your chin up, his voice dipping lower, darker, heavier.

“You’ll be doing that,” he murmurs.

His lips graze just below your ear, teasing you, tempting you.

“But instead of my hands….”

He guides your hand over him again, pressing your palm firmly against him, letting you feel him throb beneath your touch.

“…it’ll be yours.”

Your cheeks burn, heat creeping up your neck and ears, your breath shaky, hands still resting on his thighs, fingers twitching slightly as your mind processes what he just said.

Your lips part, innocent curiosity mixing with something deeper, something warmer.

“Would that… would that make you feel good?” you whisper, blinking up at him.

Matt’s eyes darken, his pupils blown, heavy-lidded, his chest rising and falling unevenly just from the sound of your voice, from the way you genuinely want to know.

You hesitate, then slowly- with so much hesitation it nearly kills him- you reach for him again, your fingers wrapping around him shyly.

A low, wrecked groan rumbles from his chest, his thighs tensing under your touch, his breath shuddering as his head tilts back slightly.

“Yes, angel,” he rasps, his jaw tight, strained, completely lost in the moment.

He lifts a hand, fingers brushing down your cheek, tracing the soft line of your jaw, before tilting your chin up.

“It would make me feel like I’m on fucking fire.”

Your stomach flips violently. You nod once, determined.

“Okay,” you whisper. “I want to do it.”

Matt’s breath catches. Then his lips curve into a slow, lazy smirk, but his eyes are completely serious.

“Okay, angel,” he murmurs. His thumb strokes your cheek, his gaze locking onto yours, guiding you through every second. “You need to take my pants off first.”

Your eyes widen slightly, and your fingers hesitate. Matt chuckles softly, tilting his head, watching you with pure amusement, pure desire.

“Do you know how to undo a man’s belt and jeans?”

You shake your head, your voice small. “I’ve… I’ve never done that before.”

Matt’s jaw tenses instantly. His breath shudders, his fingers flexing against your jaw, his entire body reacting to those words more than he thought possible.

His blue eyes darken, his voice raspy, rough, wrecked.

“Fuck.”

His fingers squeeze against your cheek, his lips parting slightly before he tilts your chin up higher, making sure you see the way he’s looking at you.

“I love that,” he breathes, his voice low, strained.

You swallow hard, your stomach twisting at the way he’s watching you, like you’re something he wants to devour, something he’s been waiting for.

Matt reaches down, undoing his belt slowly, before sliding it free.

He places it on the couch beside him, his smirk growing.

“We’ll use that another time.”

Your brows furrow, your lips parting in confusion. “Another time?” you ask, blinking up at him. “For what?”

Matt just chuckles darkly, tilting his head slightly, watching you with so much amusement and desire that it makes your thighs press together.

“Don’t worry about it, angel,” he murmurs “You’ll see.”

Your stomach flips, heat curling low, but you nod, trusting. He guides your hands to his jeans.

“Now,” he says, his voice low, patient, steady “I’ll show you how to take them off.”

Your fingers tremble slightly as you follow his movements, undoing the button, tugging at the zipper, watching as he lifts his hips slightly to help you slide them down.

Your breath hitches as the fabric drags down his thighs, your knuckles grazing over his boxers-

Over the thick, heated arousal straining beneath them. Matt groans lowly, his head tilting back, his jaw clenching, his fingers twitching where they rest on his thighs.

You freeze, your heart pounding, nervous, anxious, excited.

Matt just smirks, tilting his head down, watching you with so much heat, so much hunger it makes your stomach twist.

“That’s it, angel.”

Your hands shake slightly as you work the denim further down his legs, your fingers grazing the firm muscles of his thighs, dragging the fabric past his knees, until they’re completely off.

Matt sits back, his legs spread wide, leaving him in just his boxers.

Your eyes flicker down, your breath catching in your throat.

There’s a noticeable wet spot on the tip of his boxers, a darkened patch of fabric, revealing just how affected he is.

Matt sees exactly where you’re looking.

“See that?” he murmurs, his voice low, teasing.

You nod slowly, wide-eyed, your lips parting slightly.

“Yeah… what is that?”

Matt’s smirk deepens, pleased, amused, wrecked.

“It’s pre-cum, angel.”

Your brows furrow slightly, your head tilting, your innocence making his chest tighten with something primal.

“What’s that?” you whisper.

Matt groans, his hands flexing against his thighs, his jaw tightening, his self-control hanging by a thread.

“It’s what happens when a man is really, really turned on,” he murmurs, his voice gravelly, thick, full of restraint.

Your cheeks flush deep red, heat rushing down your spine, pooling low in your stomach.

And then, without thinking, you blink up at him and whisper;

“Did… I do that?”

His eyes darken so much they look nearly black in the dim light of your room.

He reaches out, cupping your face in both hands, tilting your chin up until your eyes meet his.

“Yes, my love,” he murmurs, his voice low, reverent, wrecked. “You did that.”

A sharp, hot pulse of heat rushes through you, something about the way he says “my love” making your stomach flip, twist, tighten.

His lips twitch, his thumbs stroking your cheeks, his breath heavier now, controlled but uneven.

“You’re gonna need to take it out to touch me, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice soothing, patient, teasing.

Your hands twitch in your lap, your breath shaky.

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” you whisper.

Matt lets out a low, warm chuckle, his thumb grazing your bottom lip.

“Trust me,”

His fingers tilt your chin up higher, forcing you to hold his gaze, making sure you see the raw, burning desire in his eyes.

“You won’t.”

Your stomach flutters, your hands shaking slightly as you hesitantly reach for the waistband of his boxers-

Your fingers tremble as you slowly pull him out, your breath hitching, your eyes widening the second you see him- thick, long, heavy, flushed, and so much bigger than you expected.

Your small hands barely wrap around him, your fingers not even closing fully around his girth.

Matt groans sharply, his hands clenching into fists at his sides, his head tilting back slightly as he watches you, his chest rising and falling unevenly.

“God, yeah- ” he rasps, his voice rough, strained, wrecked.

His blue eyes darken, flickering down to where your delicate fingers and perfectly manicured nails are wrapped around him, barely able to hold him.

“Keep gripping it like that, angel.”

You squeeze at his words, instinctively following his instruction.

Matt’s breath shudders, a low, wrecked groan slipping past his lips, his thighs tensing beneath you.

“Theres my Good girl.”

A sharp heat floods through you at the praise, your stomach twisting, flipping, warming.

Your fingers tighten slightly, testing, uncertain, eager to do well.

“What do I do now?” you ask softly, your eyes wide and innocent.

Matt’s jaw tightens, his chest heaving, his body visibly straining to control himself.

“Okay, angel,” he murmurs, his voice low, controlled, guiding. “Just… start going up and down.”

You nod quickly, determined, adjusting your grip, slowly dragging your hand down, then back up.

Matt’s head falls back slightly, his breath catching, his thighs flexing.

“Fuck…. Yeah that’s good sweetheart,”

Your movements are light and tentative and unsure, your fingers barely gripping him, barely stroking him properly.

Matt groans again, his hands twitching, his head tilting back further, his body tensing beneath your touch.

But it’s not enough.

He’s on edge, desperate, wrecked, but the way you’re touching him- soft, teasing, too light, too gentle- is driving him insane.

His hands fly to your wrists, gently guiding, his voice low, strained, desperate.

“You can go a little harder, love. Or a little faster.”

You flush, nodding, your hands tightening slightly, your movements picking up pace.

Matt groans deep, low, wrecked, his thighs flexing, his stomach tightening, his head falling back against the couch.

“Yeah…. there you go, angel.”

Your fingers tighten around him, your strokes growing steadier, following the quiet, strained groans that slip from Matt’s lips.

His thighs tense, his stomach tightens, his chest rising and falling unevenly as he watches you, his breathing wrecked, his jaw clenching.

“Just like that, angel,” he murmurs, his voice rough, low, guiding.

You watch him closely, absorbing every shift in his expressions, every flicker of pleasure in his face, every low, deep groan that rumbles from his chest.

It makes you curious.

Makes you want to see more.

You slowly lean forward.

Your gaze stays on his face, your body drawing closer, your breath ghosting over him as your lips part slightly.

Matt’s eyes flicker down sharply.

His breath hitches. Then his hand shoots out, gently gripping your wrist, stopping you.

“Whoa, sweetheart.”

His voice is low, strained, almost wrecked. Your eyes widen, confused. Matt swallows hard, his blue eyes dark, heavy-lidded.

“Are you trying to suck it?”

Your brows furrow slightly, your lips parting in innocent confusion. “Huh?”

Matt lets out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head slightly, his grip tightening on your wrist.

“You just got really close, angel.”

Your cheeks burn. Your fingers twitch slightly against him, and when you stroke him again, slow and curious, his head tilts back, a low, wrecked groan slipping from his lips.

“Fuck.”

You hesitate for a second, watching him, before tilting your head slightly.

“Do you want me to?”

Matt’s chest rises and falls unevenly, his grip tightening slightly, his jaw clenching so hard you can see the muscle tick.

He throws his head back again, exhaling sharply through his nose.

“Shit.”

His hands flex at his sides, his thighs tense beneath you.

“Only if you want to, angel.”

You swallow, heat curling deep in your stomach at the way he looks wrecked, desperate, undone.

You blink up at him.

“Tell me what to do.”

Matt’s breath catches, his hands twitching at his sides as he watches you, his blue eyes dark, heavy, barely in control.

He swallows hard, his voice low, rough, guiding.

“Okay, angel,” he murmurs. “You’re gonna want to pucker your lips- yeah just like that… and start off by just kissing the tip.”

You nod, eager to please, leaning forward slowly, hesitantly, your breath ghosting over him.

You press a soft, shy kiss to his tip, looking up at him through your long lashes.

Matt’s entire body tenses. His hands grip the couch, his jaw clenching, his stomach tightening. A low, wrecked groan slips past his lips.

“Jesus Christ.”

You pause, waiting for direction, and he exhales slowly, shakily, gathering himself before tilting your chin slightly, guiding you.

“Good, angel,” he murmurs. “Now, hollow your cheeks- and go down a little more.”

You do as he says, taking him a little deeper, your tongue swirling experimentally.

Matt’s thighs flex, his hands gripping his knees as he lets out a low, sharp groan.

But then your teeth scrape lightly against him.

Matt’s hips jerk forward instinctively, a sharp hiss escaping his lips.

You gag softly, your throat constricting in surprise as you pull back slightly.

Matt’s hand shoots out, gently cupping your jaw and pulling you off him. His eyes flicker down, scanning your face. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

You nod quickly, cheeks burning, and try to go back down, eager to keep going.

But Matt stops you again, his grip gentle but firm, his thumb brushing over your flushed cheek. “Just… be careful with your teeth, angel.”

You nod again, determined, and he lets out a low chuckle, his thumb tracing your lower lip before letting you continue.

This time, you take him deeper, your tongue swirling, your hands resting on his thighs for balance.

Matt groans, low and deep, his fingers flexing at his sides, trying not to touch your head or make you feel pressured. But god is it hard for him.

After a few more sharp breaths, soft moans, deep groans, his hand finds your cheek again, his thumb stroking softly, guiding.

“Okay, angel,” he murmurs. “Now use your hands and your mouth at the same time.”

You nod against him, following his lead, doing exactly what he asks as you wrap both your hands around the base and length that doesn’t fit in your mouth, pumping up and down as your mouth follows.

Matt groans louder, his head falling back, completely at your mercy.

His breath shudders, his hands clenching into fists against the couch, his thighs tensing beneath your touch as you follow his guidance.

Your movements grow bolder, your hands working in tandem with your mouth, following every small noise, every slight shift of his hips.

A deep groan slips from his lips, his head tilting back against the couch, his fingers twitching like he’s desperate to grab onto something, anything.

“Fuck, angel,” he mutters, his voice wrecked, strained, barely holding on.

The sound of his pleasure sends a rush of heat through you, sharp and overwhelming, pooling low in your stomach.

Without realizing it, your hips start to move, grinding softly, rocking against your own foot, searching for relief, for something to soothe the ache building inside you.

Matt notices.

A low, wrecked groan rumbles from his chest, his blue eyes flickering down, watching the way your body moves- needy, desperate, completely lost in the moment.

“Look at you, sweetheart,” he rasps, his voice rough and strained and dripping with desire.

His hands finally move, sliding into your hair, his fingers tangling at the roots, not pulling or pushing, just holding, grounding himself in you.

However, his hips jerk forward instinctively, chasing the warmth of your mouth, and the way you whimper at his reaction makes his head fall back again, another low groan escaping his lips.

The sound sends another pulse of heat through you, making your thighs clench, your body aching for more.

You pull off slightly, just enough to lift your gaze, wide, innocent, trusting, offering him control.

Your hands slide from him, moving to his thighs instead, steadying yourself, showing him that he can take what he needs and use you how he pleases.

Matt’s breath stutters, his fingers tightening slightly in your hair, his jaw clenching as his darkened eyes meet yours.

“Fuckk, angel- ”

His lips part, his fingers stroking your jaw, tilting your chin up slightly, watching the way you wait for him, letting him have control.

A low, gravelly whisper, so full of possession and reverence it makes your stomach flip-

“You were made for me.”

His head tilts down, jaw dropping, his blue eyes burning into yours.

His fingers tighten in your hair, his breath ragged, uneven, his body completely wrecked as he starts to move.

Slow at first.

Testing.

Letting you adjust, guiding you.

But the moment you moan on him- a soft, broken sound that vibrates against him- he loses it.

His hips roll forward, his grip in your hair firm but gentle, keeping you right where he wants you.

A deep, strangled groan slips past his lips as he watches you, the way you take everything he gives you, the way you trust him, the way you look up at him with those wide, innocent eyes.

“Fuck,” he rasps, his voice wrecked, strained, on the edge.

His hands shake, his thighs tense, his stomach tightens.

His breath shudders, his jaw clenching.

“I’m gonna cum, sweetheart- take your mouth off me.”

But you don’t.

Instead you push your head down further as he fucks into you, taking more of him, your throat tightening around him as your small hands grip his thighs.

Matt curses under his breath, his head falling back against the couch, his entire body tightening.

“F-fuck, angel-”

His fingers flex in your hair, his voice breaking.

“I’m- I’m gonna cum… unless you wanna swallow, you gotta take your head off me.”

You don’t fully understand what he means. Not really. But you want to.

So instead of pulling away you push down even further against his rutting hips.

Matt’s entire body tenses, a deep, strangled moan ripping from his throat as his hips jerk forward uncontrollably.

Your throat tightens around him, a soft gag slipping past your lips, and that- that’s what finally ruins him.

Matt groans, deep and wrecked, his head tilting back, his grip tightening as his body shudders beneath you. You continue gagging uncontrollably against him as your nose hits his pelvis.

Matt’s chest rises and falls in uneven bursts, his jaw clenching so tightly it looks like he’s struggling to hold himself back. His thighs flex harder than ever, his hands tighten in your hair, and his head tilts back against the couch, exposing the strong line of his throat and jawline as a low, guttural groan rumbles from his chest.

“Fuck-” he rasps, his voice thick, wrecked, completely undone.

His fingers twitch against your scalp, his entire body tensing, his stomach tightening, his breath coming in sharp, shuddering exhales.

You don’t pull away. You don’t stop.

You stay right there, letting him have control, letting him fall apart completely.

Matt moans, deep and broken, his grip tightening, his hips stuttering slightly, as if his body is fighting against the overwhelming sensation. Like he doesn’t want it to end.

His head snaps forward, his dark, heavy-lidded eyes locking onto yours, and the way you’re still looking up at him, still so willing, so trusting, so eager to please-

His breath hitches, his stomach tensing one last time, and then he lets out a low, ragged groan, his fingers flexing one last time before his entire body shudders beneath you and white hot spurts of cum pump down your throat.

You gag hard and pull off him, swallowing what you can while the rest dribbles down your mouth and chin.

You stay still, letting him ride it out, his voice strained, hoarse, his thighs trembling slightly from the intensity of it all.

And when he finally relaxes, his body slumping back into the couch, his breath still uneven, his fingers gently loosen in your hair.

His blue eyes flicker down, dark and hazy, taking in the sight of you, still kneeling, still looking up at him with that wide-eyed innocence that makes his stomach tighten and dick get hard all over again.

His thumb brushes against your cheek, his breathing still heavy, his gaze unreadable.

A slow, lazy smirk.

“You’ve earned it now for sure, sweetheart. You ready?”

PART 5 OUT NOW

MASTERLIST

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[munsonsboy]

steve's been knocking on doors trying to find eddie. he would be annoyed that all he's found are couples and groups in states of undress but this is some random house party, so it's what steve expects.

plus he's too relieved that he hasn't walked in on eddie being a part of any of it.

steve knows it's gross to feel this way. he trusts eddie 100%. it's not right to let past relationship problems cloud his judgement when it comes to what he has with eddie - who hasn't given him any reason to doubt.

but eddie is so new. been together for only 2 months now new.

and tommy was so old. childhood friend/fucked up situationship for 10 long years old. just ended for good a year and a half ago old.

so even though he knows, hopes, prays, that it's ridiculous to compare the two together, steve still checks the bathroom and makes sure the man on his knees in front of some blonde cheerleader isn't his boyfriend.

and then promptly ducks down to avoid a brush the blonde cheerleader throws at him.

'sorry!' steve apologizes. he hurries to slam the door closed and makes his way to the very last room at the end of the hallway.

maybe he left? eddie didn't want to serve here anyway, rich druggie clientele be damned. so even though they came together, maybe eddie had an emergency and-

steve cuts that thought off because well. he found eddie.

'baby!!' his boyfriend exclaims, alone, sitting on the floor in the middle of some random strangers room with a jar of peanut butter. he's got a spoon full of it half way up to his mouth and his eyes are red.

at least 4 brownies deep red.

the wave of relief he feels is actually pretty concerning, but steve will think about that some other time since he's too busy trying not to laugh at how ridiculous the long haird idiot looks.

'eddie, what are you doing?'

eddie looks guilty and for a split second steve thinks maybe he did walk in on eddie with someone else. (maybe he's waiting on them? maybe they already left?)

then eddie holds up the jar of peanut butter and says in the saddest voice, 'i needed it stevie, i don't remember how long it's been since i've had peanut butter. but i didn't think you'd find me! stay back! don't you come any closer!'

so this whole time while steve's been worried that eddie was off doing what tommy used to do to make him jealous, eddie just snuck off and hid away to eat peanut butter because steves' allergic.

starting to snicker, steve goes to sit across from him. 'i can be around it babe, im not gonna die.'

eddie rushes to close the jar, spoon shoved inside and all. he gives steve the stink eye. 'i know what peanut allergies can do to some people. i refuse to watch you blow up like a tomato.'

steve rolls his eyes and reaches out, acting like he's gonna touch the jar.

eddie yells. jumping to his feet, he scurries out of the closet like an over grown rat, 'steve harrington this is exactly why I was trying to eat this away from you!'

steves laughing now, giggling like a hyena. he can't believe he ever doubted this man.

later that night - after eddie has showered and brushed his teeth at least three times - when they're tucked away in eddies room under the covers, steve talks to him about his freak out. eddie apologizes for leaving him alone at a strangers party like that. he holds him close, gives steve a ton of kisses and promises to create a DND character that represents tommy.

'i'll turn him into a toad and kill him off in the most gruesome way imaginable. he'll be murdered to death, the kids will be traumatized. it'll be great. just you wait and see, my love.'

[jobean12-blog]

Make It Last

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader (Mob/Mafia AU)

Word Count: 2.7K

Summary: When the most powerful man in the city wants you, it's hard to say no. Obviously he's hard to resist but considering his significance in the city you can't help but wonder if you're just another piece of arm candy, so if he wants you, he'll just have to wait.

Author's Note: I've been thinking about Mob!Bucky a lot and what it would be like the first time with him. Lovely Sydney @buck-star had sent me a Mob!Bucky thot last week and he's just so yummy! Hope you enjoy, thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the sweet @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: lots of build up and tension to lots of smutty fun. Bucky is dominant but also soft and gives you everything you want. Oral (f rec), p in v (wrap it up but no need here bc it's Mob!Bucky and he's good and already checked you out haha), light praise and overstim, Bucky can't get enough and you don't want him to.

“It might last longer if he just takes a picture!”

You laugh but you don’t look at your friend even after she makes the joke.

“Why is he even here? Didn’t you tell him you’d be out with the me?” she adds.

At her question you turn to Nat and raise a brow.

“He owns the place. What am I gonna do? Have security remove him for staring too much?”

Nat laughs into her drink but shakes her head. “I guess that won’t work…but it doesn’t bother you at all?”

You give Bucky one more lingering glance then turn your full attention to Nat.

“Under different circumstances it might but it’s sort of my fault that he’s so…worked up.”

“What does that mean?” Nat asks as she leans in closer with a smirk.

You take another sip of your drink. “Well, speaking of pictures…I sent him some while I was getting ready…”

Nat pauses then says, “and? Hasn’t he seen you naked already. You’ve been dating almost a month.”

“We haven’t had sex yet.”

She nearly spits out her drink. “You haven’t fucked that man yet?” She peeks over your shoulder at Bucky, who still has his full attention on you.

“I know,” you sigh. “I can’t believe I’ve lasted this long. But honestly, he’s the most powerful man in the city. He probably has had every woman alive. Why me? I didn’t want to just sleep with him and then…that’s it.”

Nat nods in understanding. “So, you’re making him work for it.”

“Work for it, wait for it…I like him. A lot. And I’m hoping that this shows him I want more than just a good fuck.”

“I bet he’s the best fuck…ever!”

Nat’s words send you into a fit of giggles that dissolve as you feel him approach, the heat at your back followed but a shiver from his whispered words against your ear.

“Enjoying yourself doll face?”

You turn your head, your face so close to his you nearly bump noses.

“I am Bucky, thank you.”

“Good,” he says. “And this is your last drink.”

Your eyes widen at his statement, and you open your mouth to argue but he places a long finger against your lips to silence you.

“I want you completely coherent when I fuck you tonight. I want you to remember everything I do to you.”

With a hard swallow you whisper, “ok,” and your eyes drop to his lips. He kisses you, sweet and soft and way too quickly.

“My car will be outside at eleven.”

He says goodbye to Nat before walking off and disappearing behind one of the doors at the back of the club.

“What was that about?” Nat asks. “You look like you might pass out.”

“I’m going to sleep with him tonight,” you answer, nearly breathless.

Your eyes roam over his body, his black button-up shirt tucked into black pants. The first two buttons of his shirt are left undone, hinting at the expanse of skin beneath and highlighting the long and muscular line of his neck. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and his corded forearms and prominent veins shift as he removes the lustrous watch on his wrist.

You stand and wait, watching him as he slowly stalks closer.

“Do you know how hard it’s been? How hard I’ve been…waiting?”

Your eyes drop to his pants and the clear outline of him pressing along the lush fabric. You reach out, your fingertips just brushing against him and his breath comes out in a sharp exhale.

He wraps his fingers around your wrist and drags you into his chest, pressing you against every inch of him. His lips find yours in a hungry kiss, his hands slowly tracing your curves until they cradle your face.

“Are you finally going to let me have you?” he murmurs against your lips.

Your palms flatten along his chest, and you kiss him softly.

“Yes,” you whisper.

“My favorite word,” he breathes before kissing you again.

His hands move to your back, finding the zipper of your dress and toying with the small piece of metal. You whimper with impatience, and you feel his smile against your mouth before he spins you around, so your back is to him.

Goosebumps break out across your skin as he smooths his fingertips over the curve of your shoulder then drops his hand back to the zipper, slowly pulling it down until the fabric pools at your feet.

He hums in approval, kissing the back of your neck and then the space between your shoulder.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing the lace of your undergarments.

He turns you to face him again and then gently guides you toward the bed, pushing until you sit. He kneels, taking your foot in his hand and sliding off your heel. He repeats the action with your other foot and smooths his palm along your calf with a delicate caress.

“So soft,” he sighs then stands, gazing down at you. “So beautiful.”

He starts to unbutton the rest of his shirt, but you stand to stop him, taking the fabric between your fingers and teasingly undoing the buttons until you can push it off his shoulders.

Your fingertips lightly scrape down his chest, lingering over every scar you find before your lips press to the puckered skin.

His eyes close and he whispers your name.

When your fingers reach his pants, trembling slightly, you pull the zipper down. You reveal his boxers and the noticeable bulge beneath the tight material.

You lick your lips and brush your fingers through the soft hair just above the waistband then dip them inside, sliding your hand along every warm, silky inch of him.

He throbs in response, your thumb tracing the tip and smearing the wetness there. You kiss him all over, not taking him into your mouth yet but teasing with your lips.

“Doll,” he warns and unclenches a fist to stop you. “If you keep that up this will be finished before we even start.”

You let out a soft gasp as he helps you stand and pushes you back onto the bed. His hands skim your thighs, pulling your legs up and placing them on either side of his hips. He hovers over you, staring, the curling wisps of his dark hair falling across his forehead.

When he slides his hand between the mattress and your back, you lift yourself, giving him access to unhook your bra. He makes quick work of it but takes his time as he peels it from your body to reveal your breasts.

He stares again, his cheeks flushed and the muscles in his arms and chest straining. You reach for him, pulling him down for a kiss and pressing your bodies together. His lips trail down your neck, to your collarbone, soft nips at your skin before he continues his descent, lips leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

His tongue teases your nipple then sucks it into his mouth making your back arch in pleasure. He pays the same attention to your other breast, teasing, licking, nibbling, and soothing.

You feel his smile against your skin as he pulls away to kiss down your stomach, keeping one hand on your breast.

His name falls from your parted lips when he presses a kiss between your legs, the thin fabric of your panties doing little to dampen the heat of his breath.

He sits back, gazing down at you, fingers teasing the waistband of lace at your hips.

“Do you want my mouth doll?”

You nod, your hips squirming.

“I want to hear the word.”

“Yes!”

A satisfied look crosses his face as he hooks his thumbs into the soft material and pulls it off, purposefully dragging the tips of his fingers down your thighs and calves.

His kiss is a barely there whisper of his lips to your clit, yet it causes your entire body to quiver. He does it again and again until you’re begging for more.

Finally, his tongue flattens, and he tastes you in a long lick from top to bottom. You cry out, bucking and pushing your hips into his face. He closes his lips around your clit and sucks, applying the perfect amount of pressure to make you tremble.

His hands dig deeper into your thighs, the rings adorning his fingers leaving marks in your skin as your calves come to rest on his shoulders, opening you wider for him. His tongue circles your clit before sweeping lower and dipping inside you. Your fingers grasp his hair, another breathless moan leaving your lips.

After bringing you to the edge he pulls back and lets you catch your breath, but it’s short lived as his finger circles your clit before sliding lower to sink inside you.

“More Bucky,” you breathe.

He pulls his finger out and rubs along your entrance with two, teasing you, before only pushing one back inside.

You bring your hand down toward him, needing more, but he quickly intercepts it. He withdraws his fingers and gathers your wrists together with one hand, bringing both arms stretched out above your head.

“Keep them there,” he orders.

You start to nod but then quickly reply with a breathy, “yes.”

He bends down to kiss you, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth before sinking his teeth into it. He moves back down your body, his tongue working you over, no longer teasing, but with purpose.

It takes everything in you not to let your hands fall to his hair and when he suddenly pushes two fingers inside you, giving you what you asked for, you moan out in pleasure.

His long fingers reach deep inside you, and combined with his attention to your clit, you can feel your release building.

A warm, tingling sensation spreads through your body and your breathing turns ragged as your muscles tense.

He doesn’t stop, working you through your release and prolonging it until you’re a trembling mess beneath him.

You open your eyes to find him watching you with a heated gaze.

“Fuck doll face. I could watch you come undone for me like that every day for the rest of my life.”

His thumb sweeps over your sensitive and swollen clit and your eyes roll back.

“Again,” he murmurs, dipping between your legs before you can respond.

His lips replace his thumb, his fingers resuming their previous pace as he slides his free hand under your lower back to effortlessly lift you and bring you closer.

Everything feels ten times more sensitive now and you fight with the clashing sensations of pulsating pleasure and the soreness of overstimulation.

You feel your release approaching quickly and your eyes squeeze shut but his commanding voice pulls you from your haze.

“No,” he growls. “Open them. Look at me.”

You obey, opening your eyes again, and the sight of him between your spread thighs sends you over the edge.

“Bucky,” you choke out.

“Gorgeous,” he whispers. “But not nearly enough.”

You struggle to sit up, your eyes falling to his cock resting against his abdominals. He smirks and grips himself, pumping his hand slowly up and down his length.

“Do you need a break doll?”

“No,” you tell him, letting your legs fall open.

He settles between them, his lips kissing your neck and the sensitive spot below your ear. He slides his hand down between your bodies and rubs himself against you teasingly.

“What is it?” he asks, pausing at the slight tensing in your body.

“Nothing Bucky.”

“Tell me doll face,” he demands. “I’ll stop if you want me to.”

“No!” you say quickly. “No. It’s not that. You’re just…bigger than what I’m used to.”

He smirks, rolling his hips slowly, not pressing in yet.

“You can take it doll.”

His hand moves to your face, grasping your jaw, keeping you looking up at him.

“Keep your eyes on me.”

“Yes Bucky.”

His other hand grips your waist, holding you steady, and your breath catches in your throat as he begins to press into you, then came out in a low moan as he unhurriedly sinks in, making you feel every throbbing inch of him.

Your eyes flutter closed, but then his fingers dig into your jaw, a silent reminder to keep your eyes open. Your body stretches to accommodate him, the initial burn giving way to sweet friction as you relax.

He continues to move maddeningly slowly, his gaze never leaving yours, the intimacy of the moment making your pulse pick up in a way that has nothing to do with his languid movements.

He lets out a soft exhale as he finally stills, settled fully inside you. Your inner walls flutter around him as you adjust to his size, and he pulls back slightly, only to push back in with more force, drawing another moan out of you.

“See doll. You take me so well,” he praises. “Do you want more?”

“Yes,” you say, your hands wrapped around his biceps, feeling the power in his muscles as he holds himself over you.

He draws back until only the tip remains inside you and then slips back in slowly. You lift your hips with impatience but his hand pushes on your stomach to pin you back down to the bed.

He leans in to kiss you, softly and with sweet, whispered words. The slow roll of his hips builds tightness in your stomach, and he takes your hand in his, pressing it next to your head, entwining your fingers.

You slide your free hand through his hair, dragging your fingers through the soft strands and then down his neck. He closes his eyes, savoring the sensation, his hold on your hand tightening.

“I could come just from this,” he says huskily, lips dropping down to your ear. “Just from the sight of you completely ruined under me.”

His words make you squeeze around him, and he lets out a low, deep rumbling moan into your neck. You jerk your hips up toward him, your legs trying to draw him closer and deeper.

He lets go, pumping his hips faster, fingers digging into your thigh possessively as your body jolts with the force of it.

With a precise and purposeful rhythm, he keeps a relentless pace until your body explodes with every sensation and all you can do is hold onto him and listen to the rough sound that comes deep from his throat.

He pants against your neck, then trails soft kisses along your jaw to your lips, his kiss slow and deep, making you breathless all over again. Your heart beats frantically between you, his own a rapid thump, thump, thump, against his sweaty chest.

With gentleness he pulls out and lays down next to you, throwing his arm over your waist and curling you toward him. You quickly get lost in his cocoon of warmth, sighing, and closing your eyes, but he presses two fingers under your chin, lifting your gaze to his.

“I want to clean you up,” he whispers. “And I want you to stay the night with me.”

Your quiet “yes,” makes him smile proudly and he carefully extracts himself, returning quickly with a warm cloth and delicate hands.

He slides up the bed and pulls you to him, closing the distance and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, then the corner of your mouth and finally your lips. His hand cradles your face, his thumb swiping over your lips, applying enough pressure to part them.

Then his hand glides along your throat and his fingers close around the back of your neck to angle your head in a way that allows him a deeper kiss.

When he pulls away his nose gently bumps yours and he opens his eyes, ghosting his lips to yours as he whispers, “so perfect for me doll.”

[landossnorriss]

i see you | i will always protect you | ln x she.

Pairing: lando x she. Summary: lando's girlfriend has had enough of the disrespect of a few mclaren members and decides to make it known. Word Count: 2.1k Warning: hurt? angst? idk this is very self serving?

they had locked her in his fucking drivers room. it had been hard to stomach watching the race, she had been at the edge of her seat the entire time but as the penalty landed she had lost it. lando deserved a penalty, she wouldn't argue with the fact despite knowing him so well she knew that there was no way that he wouldn't have lifted if he had seen the flag but a 10 second stop and go? her head set had been off and she had been moving before sense had really hit her. all season long she had stood by and let it happen, she had been with him as much as she could, wrapped herself around him in hopes it would shield him from the world that had proven to be so cruel to the boy they had once loved but this? it was enough.

" zak! andrea! you can't make him fucking serve that are you joking! he needs to fucking pass max and drive, absord the repercussions!" she called as she flew from the garage, mechanics trying and failing to grab at her as she made her way through the pit and to the wall her arms flailing and she didn't care what cameras caught her. she was done. " why is will calling him in! why are you not defending him!" stella heard her, but as usual her calls landed on deaf ears and with a flick on his hand he had turned back to the screens in front of him and she had felt an arm wrap around her, jons probably given no one else would have been brave enough to get close and she had been lured into lando drivers room despite her fights where she was now locked.

it was un-fucking-believable, not a single person on that pit wall had been ready to fight and with every fibre of her being she was ready to fight them all. each interview that surfaced on her phone only served to make her angrier, each time she caught sight of his face, the weight of what had happened piling on his shoulders more and more visible with each question thrown his way and the final straw? andrea's shitty fucking comments that lando should have known when a yellow was called. he had been arguing with will over pace when he had flashed and not a single person had told him about it till it was too late. the team were as much at fault as he was and the penalty was unprecedented and uncalled for.

she knew that it was lando the second the door clicked and everything in her wanted to comfort him but she had another thought on her mind. "baby... " lando frowned as she brushed passed him, confusion pulling at his brows making a picture of his already weary expression. he had been confused when she wasn't in the garage waiting for him and now his confusion had only doubled. he moved quickly after the initial shock had worn off, following his girl on the clear war path she was on.

his jaw only dropped slightly as he watched her rip open the door to where andrea and zak were currently deep in some post debrief conversation and he braced himself for the impact that was about to come. his girl was pissed and not a single person in hospitality seemed ready to stop her.

"how dare you!" she spat before zak could stop her with a well intention raise of his hands but she was already in front of andrea with a fire lit in her chest. " i'll repeat since you're looking at me with a stupid expression on your face. how, fucking, dare you. i know you have been at this team a little less time than the rest of us and so you seem to have missed something, but that man right there has bled for you from the second he stepped foot into the mtc. he has made tea, he's learnt to fix the fucking cars, he has turned down offers from every other fucking team that could have put a race winning car under him so much sooner and you give him what in return?"

" baby ... " lando warned softly behind her, as much as his chest was bursting with love for her , he didn't want her banned from races all together if she took it too far but the gentle touch of her elbow was shrugged off as she continued on.

" no lando someone needs to say it because i'm sick of it, every single weekend. not once did you congratulate lando on his pole this weekend, every single time you have to pick you pick oscar and for what? what does supporting both of your drivers do? why is that so hard for you? lando bleeds papaya through and through, he rips himself apart for this team and you left him alone to suffer after brazil, let him piece himself back together and the millionth time that he needs you to defend him this season you leave him to the wolves! what else does he have to give to this team to earn the respect he deserves from you? how can you not see that you're breaking him every time you treat him like he's nothing? he has been nothing but loyal to this team and to you, everything you ask of him he delivers and you just disrepect him constantly. you don't fucking deserve him andrea, you don't deserve to celebrate him or love him just when he wins for you when you won't defend him when he needs it!" tears streamed down her face that she barely registered as she rounded on zak who was stood staring at her with his own, admittedly ashamed expression.

" and you, you're no better. you claim to love him like a son and that you're proud of him but you're the ceo, you have the rank to pull should you need to and you constantly choose to pick the image of family over actually taking care of a boy who has been with you since he was seventeen, put some fucking respect on his name or you best believe that i will drag his ass to another team before i let him sign himself away to any more time being treated like he's nothing more than mclarens whipping post to i make myself clear?" she huffed as hands reached to wipe at her tears.

everyone paused as they waited to see whether or not she was done, tears formed in landos own eyes, guilt in zaks, praise filled jons, shame in wills. every single person in here knew that she was right, she could feel it, she just also knew it was unlikely to change much. " and you . " turning her eyes landed on her driver, her sweet, self deprecating , race worn driver. " i won't hear another word about you being sorry, no one told you it was a yellow, not your dash, not your engineer, no one, oscar got told. every one else got told but you didn't and i won't hear another word about you letting your team down, not tonight do you hear me? " she scalded with the last of the fight that was left in her , watching as misty green eyes took her in before he offered her a small nod. " now as the only person in this room that seems to give a flying fuck about the well-being of the one person that has given everything to this team im going to take lando for however long i want and you can debrief when he's ready you got that?"

moving closer to lando she reached out, her fingers linking with his she pulled him out of the room before anyone else could protest, taking the shortest route possible she knew to get him back to the safety of his drivers room. " they're never going to let me back here again god." she breathed as they closed the door, for the first time in what felt like hours taking a large breath as lando took her in. his hands moved to cup her face, thumbs wiping over the remaining tears that marred her cheeks. " i love you so much , more than any of this you know that right? " he whispered as he let his forehead drop to hers. never had anyone defended him the way that she did. " i'll defend you to the ends of this earth lando norris. i'm sorry i shouldn't have don . " she found herself cut off as landos lips captured hers gently before he pulled her into his arms, his chin resting on her head as he let his eyes close. " we'll deal with it tomorrow. " for now all he wanted to do was sleep away the race and get on their way to the next one. so long as he had her by his side, he could handle whatever they threw at him.

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lando had long since lost the battle with sleep on the flight to abu dhabi a few hours later, his head tucked into her lap and snuggled into his hoodie, her fingers running through his hair as she watched him rest. the pair had been quiet as she had packed up his gear with jon and he spent some time online with max, they both knew he needed it and she was happy just to see him crack a few smiles. she knew once he woke again it would really hit him and she would have a whole new job to do.

the longer he could rest now the better, the easier her job would be. feeling eyes on her she lifted them from where her fingers were repeating their gentle motions through freshly washed curls. finding stella watching her she shook her head, she didn't have it in her to fight with him now. she had considered getting them a second jet but lando hadn't wanted to leave oscar with the team after the results.

" i'm glad he has you. " stella commented softly as he dropped his eyes to lando and she felt the need to somehow cover him from view even if he was none the wiser. " it can be hard , i have to be honest with the media and sometimes i am harsher on him because i know what he can deliver. " he continued as if it would explain his choices throughout the season. she didn't care though , not tonight , not when it was lando on the line for all of his honesty.

" if you think treating him that way , talking to him like that , will get the best out of him then you've failed him andrea , he loves you , he loves this team , he needs that in return or you're going to break him. " how he didn't see that she couldn't understand, he wore his heart on his sleeve so plainly even those that didn't know him could see it, so why couldn't he?

" i care about him too you know? " andrea tried again but this time it was zak who coughed, shaking his head at his team principle for a moment, his own eyes landing on the sleeping boy in her lap. it was so easy for them all to see the easy going young man he had grown into, the boy that had grown into his skin but in moments like these he was still the young, shy, self doubting teen that zak had inherited and the reminder they had all gotten today was needed.

" you can't burst out like you did again today , especially not in front of the cameras, it makes everything so much worse, for him you know that right? " zak asked quietly and she nodded, she knew that but she was ready to argue anyway, zak beating her to the punch this time. " but , message received, we will be gentler with him, we know he can be the best, that's why we push, but we will do better to protect him, i promise you that. "

she said nothing as her eyes returned to lando again, her fingers unmoving from his hair before she let her own eyes fall closed. it was weekend to forget that was for sure, but she would do everything in her damn power to make sure neither of them forgot what they had in lando ever again.