#ch: peach

[d4magedgal]

1x1 role for jon bernthal fc desired. peach being the nanny to their family for 4plus years and the two had always had chemistry, also the fact that he and his wife don’t get along much. the rest i hope to build off chemistry. if interested give this a like or message me! serious inquiries only.

[grinmaw]

Bowzaria 01/18

Dont worry guys, your King is here and he will save you!

[gatoraid]

Dedicating this wip snippet to @mispatchedgreens whose gorgeous baob3i fanart has captured my heart 🥺💕

This is from chapter 2 of my upcoming Bored Accountant Baoxiang fic (the full story will be 3 chapters in total)

Ayushiridara stepped into the balcony and right into Baoxiang’s personal space.

“You take too many smoking breaks,” he informed Baoxiang.

Baoxiang rolled his eyes. He turned around to face Ayushiridara, blowing smoke in his face. As Ayushiridara was coughing, Baoxiang fished out the phone from Ayushiridara’s pocket.

“Hey, give that back,” Ayushiridara yelped.

It was one of those ridiculously large phones with a shiny, dark grey metal surface. As Ayushiridara kept complaining, Baoxiang put in his phone number and took a selfie to save with his contact info.

Finished with his task, Baoxiang turned around and slipped the phone back to Ayushiridara’s breast pocket.

“Message me,” he said, patting the breast of Ayushiridara’s jacket.

Ayushiridara was left standing stupefied, as Baoxiang stumped his cigarette and left the smoking area.

Baoxiang had barely gotten back to his desk, when he received a message from a number he had not saved. It was a dick pic, and he did not have to guess who had sent it.

Baoxiang texted back:

You’re fast

Wait, is that our office bathroom stall in the background?

[georgianaortiz]

Georgiana Ortiz + Dhruv Mehta at the hospital post rescue on 10/31.

@dhruvxmehta

[santuxrio]

@eternalstarlights has sent: & (Phantasos and Deathtoll)

Send me "&" for my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars. [Accepting, SPECIFY MUSE]

They had died centuries ago, of course a deity would be able to see right through, the meek feign recomposed look that was bestowed upon them when they were brought back. It was Phantasos' attentive eyes that noticed the thin lines around their neck.

That was enough to cause Deathtoll to lose his composure for a moment, as they instinctively felt the area with one of their hands. "Agh! No, no, noooo! The Pope had promised how our bodies were healed!" They exclaimed in clear frustration, as they vividly remembered, where that peculiar scar came from.

It might look somewhat familiar, to Phantasos' eyes. After all this mark was clearly the work of Gryphon's string abilities, which are well known to contort and destroy their enemies' forms, beyond any logical or physical limitations. Deathtoll had a run in with that judge in specific, and although they had clearly defeated the aforementioned specter, it didn't mean they had left it completely unscathed.

Deathtoll would never forget the feeling of that one string alone, coming close to crushing their neck's bones. The way they couldn't breath, not until Gryphon Vermeer had climbed out of the Ormeta coffinn. That was a far too close of a call to their death.

"Ugh this is so annoying. How am I supposed to return to my resting place, with a scar like this? I can't show up with it! This is humiliating, so disrespectful to my corpse!"

[curiosity-killed]

grey day

[ALT ID: A digital illustration of a man walking through a rainy corridor, carrying a peach, toward another man standing in a large archway looking at an overcast sky. The image is viewed through the reflection in the water on the floor, and the men's robes and cloaks seem to be pulled in the wind.]

[tokyomiracle]

Chapter 2 Page 21 just released! New pages every Thursday!

This is actually the last page of chapter 2! Happy to wrap up another chapter. :) Next week I'll be posting the bonus pages rather than starting chapter 3 right away, since this chapter will have some freebies included! Thank you guys for your patience <3

[READ TOKYO MIRACLE CHAPTER 2 HERE!]

[or start from the beginning here!]

[d4magedgal]

peach and shots are not good friends

[baiika]

❝ Ya really hate me so much Hinamori? ― What if I really had killed Captain Aizen, huh? Don'tcha think you'd be better off? Is that it? ❞

Gin's tongue is much like his sword. You can be miles away, and it'll hit you square in the heart, and you'll only realize what happened when you're bleeding out on the ground.

Her nostrils flare, and her finger jabs his chest. Bone on bone. Neither of them made it out alive, Momo thinks. They're just desiccated and shambling remains. "You remain to be a fool if you believe that to be the reason you're loathsome, Ichimaru. You abandon my friend for decades and expect me to thank you? You--" Momo is interrupted by bewildered laughter escaping her throat, "you fuck with mine and Kira's heads and expect me-- expect me to sing you adulations?

"He used to be sweet. He used to be lively!" Momo is screaming now. Her throat hurts, but there's no stopping short of the sweet release of death. Of his sword between her eyes.

Even then, it's not guaranteed such a wound would kill her, is there? Stabbed twice, shattered by Ayon, crushed by a behemoth Quincy, and still living. Still shambling.

"Kira used to be lively, but you waltz into our lives, and you fuck him up! And-- and you promised him--" Momo's eyes squeeze shut. Her hand that she prodded him with curls and quakes in front of her scar. She's crying now, righteous and mournful, because of what she remembers most of their time in the academy, she remembers that Izuru Kira bragged about passing with a higher grade than Shuuhei. She remembers him visiting the site of his parent's graves with a doleful smile. She remembers the dusty blush on his cheeks when they read together.

And then they graduated, and over the years, he went to sanbantai as their lieutenant, and his neuroses got worse. Momo saw it even from afar. Even neck-deep in her own madness.

"You promised him that we would be unharmed. But you lied. You lied and let my husband run me through. You promised, but you tore him apart, and you let me be torn open, and you left Matsumoto to pick up the pieces of your mess."

That's all men are: messes. Sousuke left his tea cups everywhere and his socks on the floor. He left her bleeding out. Kaname and Gin left broken people in their wake. Shuuhei wakes up screaming for his captain like they're in the Winter War again, and he's just seen Kaname burst into blood and bone shards. Momo can't remember the last time Izuru smiled.

Her tears are rapids now, like the Sanzu River. Momo was swept away in its current years ago. While interred in juuniibantai, she dreamt of its snake-infested waters, but her guilt was too heavy to let her walk on their backs. She sunk and decayed in its waters.

Momo keeps six mon in her pockets to this day, just in case.

"I don't care that you tried to kill my ex-husband anymore. I don't even care that you failed to kill the worst man we've ever seen.

"But you killed us, and the only reason I don't render you a puddle of liquified fat and charred bones is by Matsumoto's good graces. I'd mount your wretched mouth on my wall without it."

[d4magedgal]

character list.

peach lancaster / christina nadin / age: 21-23 /

the sweetest girl you’ll ever meet. graduated from nyu in may of 2023 for fashion to become a personal stylist, who also nannied during her 4 years of college and still now until she finds her dream job.

tatum vanderbilt / madelyn cline fc / age: 21-24 /she’s a bit of a brat comes from money and it shows. always the popular girl and had/has to be the center of attention.

avaya valentino / isabelle mathers / age: 19-22 /

a sugar baby, living a lavish life so it seems, but there is a lot more behind the scenes and protecting the name of her famous political family. ( based off the show baby on netflix. )

sevyn sawyer / kylie jenner / age: 21-25 /

a boss bitch. owns her own tequila brand, 818, had a huge drug problem in which she fixed over time after nearly dying from an ov*rdose. now running her own empire trying to stay clean.

genevive hudson / bella hadid / age: 21-24 /

rich girl poster child. never able to choose what she wanted to do with her own life her parents ( mostly her mother ) paved the way for her. forcing her to do beauty pageants, magazines, anything to make the parents money. even if it meant selling out their own child for their benefit.

luana mendez / leah halton / age: 19-23 /

used as an informant for her mob boss of a father. sent to seduce information out of enemies or potential circumstances. very good at what she does. very spoiled and always enjoying the finer things in life.

sofia valentino / kendall jenner / age: 22-26

world wide supermodel with the sweetest soul. older sister to sevyn. spends most of her time working and traveling and when she isn’t she spends her time trying to keep her family together.

lola grant / holly lim / age: 20-22

daughter of everyone’s favorite politician. puts up a very sweet innocent act when she has a habit of living a shady life behind closed doors.

lucia vega / victoria villarroel / age: 22-24

your local florist who may or may not double as your drug dealer.

stella mendoza / kailyn de los rios / age: 23-25

your fav gamer & cam girly.

blair vanderwood / ashton wood / age: 22-25

daughter to famous music producer. model. nepo baby. spoiled brat who’s actually a sweetheart.

liliana miller / jenna ortega / age: 19-21

college student going to school to become a writer. figuring this life thing out day by day basically raising herself while her rich parents work themselves to death.

millie vaughn / isabelle may / age: 21-23

grew up on a ranch always working her ass off to prove herself to her family, mainly her father. works hard for everything in her life, but apart of her just wants to live out a simple life.

[msommers]

WHICH SYMBOLIC FRUIT ARE YOU?

cherry.

In popular culture, cherries have come to represent sensuality, sex, and seduction. In the cult classic, Twin Peaks, Audrey Horne expresses her sexual expertise by tying a cherry stem with her tongue. "Cherry" is also used to refer to the concept of virginity: why? I don't know to be honest, but here we are. Much like the cherry, you're a sensual person who enjoys all the creature comforts the world offers. You enjoy delicious food, dynamic relationships, passionate lovemaking and stimulating conversation; however, you may also come across a touch vapid or shallow, due to your quickly fading attention when something has served its usefulness to you. To quote some man on tinder: "you're here for a good time, not a long time". You can come across, at times, slightly tart, carrying a bit of a bite to you that not everyone can handle. That’s okay: you’re an acquired taste!

pomegranate.

The pomegranate is most famously attributed to the Greek goddess, Persephone. Though versions of the story differ: with some saying Persephone was tricked into eating pomegranate seeds to be trapped in the underworld, and some saying she willingly chose to eat the seeds. Pomegranate's have a hard exterior that is tough to crack. Your hard shell is a natural protectant and keeps you safe from those that only wish to use you. Internally you are rich with bounties. You believe in living your life passionately and vibrantly. The idea of surrendering to a fate of being confined to anything, whether it be a relationship, a job, or family dynamic where you are not happy and lack agency is a terrifying prospect. It is fears like this which also prevent you from opening up and showing vulnerability to those around you. However, like the pomegranate whose seeds sparkle like gemstones, you hide inside you incredible beauty that only the most worthy deserve to see.

peach.

In many cultures, peaches symbolize the vagina. While apples and pomegranates symbolize female liberation in many feminist readings, peaches have come to bear (arbitrary) connotations of sexuality and (traditionally) female arousal, due to their soft tissues, fuzzy skin, and sweet juices. In many art pieces, they are used to symbolize such motifs and are markers of sweet temptation and femininity. Like the peach, you radiate softness, and the color pink. You walk with a graceful air and enjoy the simple things in life. You are a romantic through and through, but are also someone who is somewhat of a free spirit: tied to nothing and no one. You believe in free love, free thought, and doing what makes you happy. Like the peach, whose juices run without inhibition when you bite into it, you are not in the business of making yourself palatable for anyone. You are who you are, without excuses.

[tony-andonuts]

I am begging for cutesy SFW toadette and peach x toadette content

[grinmaw]

Page 17

A non proof read fic- format under cut :D

She walked down the corridor, in the same direction the human and koopa’s went, sidestepping the spiky shelled turtle which shuffled past her, going its way in the opposite direction. Rozaria paid it no mind, too lost in her own mind.

Didn’t Bowser say he would be proposing to this princess Peach? He specifically flew an entire castle all the way to the Mushroom kingdom for that very purpose, and now these ‘ Mario brothers’ were trying to take her back?

She couldnt make any sense of the situation. Perhaps Bowser would give her some answers, if she could find him. He was relatively easy to locate, being a large and quite loud beast. Usually by this time he would be stomping around the castl..

‘BOOM!’

Rozaria covered her eyes, cringing back front the loud explosion. She could hear chunks or rock falling down on the stone floor, a large hole gaping on a nearby wall. The explosion had been strong enough to blow a whole to the outer wall as well, and the rays of the sun spilled in through it. Smoke was everywhere, like a thick cloud, making it hard to see and breathe.

Rozaria took a cautious peek, and saw two figures shoot through the first hole in a blur. She only saw red and gold as they passed, but she had no trouble hearing one of them scream.-“ Run Princess!”, two pair of shoes clacked on the stone floor, running towards the hole in the outer wall.

[godsense]

the cavern is endless,  their journey only beginning.  one foot in front of the other,  it's like she's back training at the outskirts of the mushroom castle.  if princess peach closes her eyes,  the sand beneath her shoes is traded for the familiar turf of her obstacle coarse.  it's a home in front of her own eyes:  it's a return to what is known.  [ an odd reminder to a girl that is as foreign to the toads as mario . . . how his stories seem so profound, too impossible to be real.  ]  peach pulls toad up as he finishes the outlandish tale.     ❝ really?  that sounds like a story — you're going to tell me you're a plumber?   what does that even mean? ❞ 

mario gives her a look,  facing her for emphasis before echoing out:   ❛  it’s not a story ― it really happened.  ❜   mario & princess peach   ♡  @bravetry  

 ❝ you work underground? ❞  she supposes deep under the roots of the mushrooms that guard the edges of her kingdom there is water,  a precious resource she remembers from her lessons with toadsworth all those year ago.  peach wonders if there's a world without sunshine down there, a place she cannot even begin to imagine her poor toads lost in.  ducking under a branch, she edges them forward — onward to stop bowser.   maybe this is what they need : to outlast darkness,  you need someone from the underground.  the underground where mario comes from might be the same place she is from : a home where she belongs. it's not her home,  the mushroom kingdom will always be her home — but peach wonders and dreams of what its like.   ❝ i'm glad you're here mario — you're exactly what we need to defeat bowser.  ❞ 

[meaty-peaches]

Iris, oh Iris. 

Also due for an update but robes of doan are just so pretty!

[muntitled]

𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓!

- How svt hip hop unit would react to you using your safeword

- cw: fluff, established relationships, humor, slight angst, quickies, rough sex, smut, breeding, degradation, safewords, +18, mdni, mingyu as his own warning

Always be safe, xo

⤑ Seungcheol

"This is good right? You're good?" Over and over again, Seungcheol had peppered you with reassurances. They bounced off the bases of his soft, pillowy lips with the same convictions as the wet kisses he was leaving on the side of your face.

You could feel how rough he was beginning to get.

"You like this, don't you?" You were swimming deep in subspace, a land of pink pillowy nothingness where your brain essentially became a tabularasa. A blank fucking slate.

Like a fucking concrete monolith was stationed between your thighs, rutting against you harder and harder the more time that seems to ebb between you.

"F-Fuck, baby you're so tight, huh? Such a tight little princess for me?" He was completely and utterly delirious. You can't crane your hand to look at him no matter how badly you wish to. Your back flat against the polished wood of his desk, and his hand around your throat keeps you there as Seuncheol traps you underneath him. He fucking loved being framed by your soft, pillowy thighs. They got tighter and weaker intermittently around him, all while he whispered the most vile words into your ear.

"Y-Yeah- Cheol- fuck-" Seungcheol watches in pained ecstacy at your blissed out state, completely catching him in the height of his own Dom space. With your tongue lolling out, Seungcheol dips down to whisper straight into your open mouth, "You're such a pretty little slut you know that-"

He was squeezing the base of your throat as he rutted into you. More and more you began to wonder if you were even a person anymore.

"Just a pretty fucking slut for me to use-"

You felt like an object.

A toy.

And despite your walls clenching around his cock your hand flew to his wrist. "Ch-Cheol-"

"You're gonna make me cum, you stupid fucking bitch-"

"Cheol-"

"F-Fuck you're such a dumb little girl-"

"CHEOL- Ohmygod-PEACH-" as if released by some evil spell, Seungcheol immediately uncuffs his iron grip from the base of your throat. He is off of yoy in five seconds, creating as much distance possible while his chest rises and falls and rises and falls. You turn slightly, eyes wide and brimming with... something. It wasn't fear, Seungcheol would hate himself if it was that.

"Baby- I-"

"Could we maybe like, ease up on the name calling. J-Just a little."

He looks fucking devastated "Fuck, I'm- genuinely so-"

"I know. Babe, it's not your fault."

"When you said Degradation I just-" he shakes his head. He wasn't about to blame you. Anything but that. "Fuck I'm sorry-"

"Hey, you're so good. So good. I'm just not into it as much as I thought I was and that was an error on my part."

"Don't fucking apologize. Thank you for telling me."

"Thank you for being a safe enough place to tell." You shrug.

Seungcheol looks around the messy room with deflated shoulders.

"Are we.. do you- I mean I could run you a bath-"

"Get inside me, I was still close,"

⤑Wonwoo

There isn't a moment that Wonwoo isn't always just a little bit overly cautious during your various sexual escapes.

Whether it was a quickie in the bathroom of a Michelin Star restaurant or a divinely long session of lovemaking under the wooden beams of the ceiling, with both your bodies submerged in a sea of blankets. So completely consumed with one another, you've already filled the entire expanse of the messy California king with all your tussling and lovemaking. Wonwoo is always careful.

Infuriatingly so.

Howevsr, there are moments like tonight, where the stars were aligned just a little differently, and your long-term boyfriend was feeling all the more frisky.

You can feel his hands everywhere the very second he stormed into your bedroom from being cooped up in study.

What you expected would be the usual, sober, safe, sex with Wonwoo quickly bled into something else when he pushed open your legs and pulled down your underwear along with your tight pink bum shorts in a single fell swoop.

"Uh -" Your body just let itself be undressed by him. All you could do was watch your boyfriend and his stoney visage as he paid special attention to undressing you. The warm glow of the overhead lights shone off his glasses as he lifted your torso up as if it was nothing, undressing you as if you were a child with underdeveloped motor skills.

"Did everything go okay at work-"

"I can't write. Jihoon wants to record tomorrow and I still haven't written my verse," Wonwoo pays extra attention to rubbing his hands on your soft supple skin. His shadow falls over you as you feel completely vulnerable underneath him, and he has yet to spare your actual eyes even a single glance.

"I'm sure every amazing rapper's had writer's block once and a whi- FUCK!" Your head shot back into the pillows as Wonwoo buried his face in between your legs, eating you out with the most fervour he'd ever radiated in a single sitting. Gone was the poised, level headed Wonwoo. He died somewhere between the pages of his coffee stained notebook.

"God- Wonwoo-" he sticks his tongue out, lapping hungrily at your cunt that only gushes for him. He hums against the tortured skin and your fingers immediate reach for his scalp.

"Fuck-" he mumbles against your cunt before lifting his head, "Can't work like this-" he says before pulling off his thick rimmed glasses and discarding it somewhere on the bed. Your eyes cross the moment his plush lips rub against your cunt and your hips lift almost automatically from the bed. His hands are encircled around your ample thighs, promising you you're not going anywhere and his mouth visibly moves as he begins to eat you out in the most literal, most vile display of eating out you'd ever witness.

One tap on your thigh let's you know you're not watching him like he wants you to. Eye contact was sacred and Wonwoo always let you know.

You gain enough energy to crane you head down to make eye contact but the second you see his mess of overgrown hair, tousled from your harsh grip, or the eager, half lidded eyes, you're completely done for. You gush all over his face, and your limbs wrack and writhe, but he keeps you locked there.

"W-Wonwoo- Fuck-i cant-"

He doesn't listen, as if trapped in his own reverie of pussy-drunk pleasure as he continues to slurp at your cunt with his mouth sucrioned onto your clit.

"Wonwoo- Baby- please-"

He's far too locked away in the essence of you, way too fargone in the softness of your cunt to begin to realize you're becoming way too overstimulated.

It's only when you're tapping furiously at the side of his head, furiously screaming, "YODA! FUCK- YODA-" that he's ungluing his puffy lips from your poor clit, breathing heavily with his eyes wide as ifhed just been set free from the shackles of a spell. You're crying. That's the first thing he noticed. The second is your quivering legs, shaking like autumn leaves in the wind. Your bottom lip is shaking too, that's what gets him scrambling beside you where he immediately envelops you in the warmth of his embrace.

"I'm sorry, Princess-" and you can tell he means it, but still you weep silently.

Your voice is quivering as you say, "You-You know I can't go again so quickly after... after..." Your chest rises and falls and rises and falls and Wonwoo immediately presses your face into his chest, to let you air out all the bad emotions onto his plain white tee.

"I thought I was doing something good for you, but I only ended up thinking about myself," he admits against your forhead, where his lips refuse to part.

"I just... needed a break from work-" he says, "I'm sorry," and you forgive him because It's him.

⤑Mingyu

"Shh," he whispers, pulling your braids across your shoulders as he makes direct eye contact with you in the mirror, "This'll be really quick, I promise."

"I dunno, bro-" you whisper back, despite your hands already gripping the marble finishes of the bathroom sink. "Your quickies are never as quick as they need to be-" you say, pushing you ass back against the bulge in his designer jeans as you lower your torso to the sink.

Mingyu smiled from the mirror, something diabolical, his hair cropped, and his skin crisp from the warm, orange glow of the bathroom. Outside, somewhere down a labyrinth of corridors, the rest of his group sat in the VIP section of the televised award show. All of them humming along to whatever group has taken the stage with the hopes that their rapper would make it out on time for their own performance.

"You just indirectly told me I last long, baby," he says, clutching his heart through his Balmain dress shirt while making heart eyes at you through the mirror.

"Hurry or you're gonna miss your-"

"Fuck you're so wet- why are you so wet?" Mingyu rubs the softness of your ass while examining the gush of arousal coating your panties. He lifts his head, "I'm going to breed you-"

"Mingyu-"

He's already pulling his pants down, quick enough to pull his dick out and shove it inside your cunt. Your lips part and your head pushes against the mirror and you're seeing absolute stars. Quickies with Mingyu always felt particularly barbaric because of how sloppy he tended to get. His tongue practically rolled out his mouth like the golden retriever he was so often described to be, while he rutted into you with some base heavy trap song pouring through the speakers.

"F-Fuck, Mingyu- please,"

What he thought was a silent plead for more, spurred Mingyu. He was an insatiable brute as he laid a hand on your back, pushing you further against the sink. When the side of your face hit the marble, your blood ran cold.

"I'm going to fucking breed you , baby." His eyes are obscured by heavily tinted designer shades and his head his thrown back in ecstasy. He was beginning to drill his cock into you and you were beginning to find there is nothing you can do about it.

"'Gyu- you can't come inside, you know that-"

"I really don't think you should be on those pills anymore, babe-"

You instinctively lift your head to try to glimpse him through the mirror because he was talking crazy. His hand lifts his shirt as he drills into you, revealing his chiseled core and a near perfect lopsided smile.

"Are you talking about my birth control?"

Instead of giving you a response: "Down-" He grunts, forcing you to bend over again as his thrusts became sloppily and sloppily, "Almost there, don'wanna miss the performance-"

"Mingyu you're not cumming inside me-"

"Fuck- why not? You're so perfect and so tight. Your body's just begging for me to fuck a baby into it-"

"PEPPERONI-" You scream immediately bullying him off of you until he's stumbling backwards and your back is pressed against the marble. You watch him shake his head, pants loose around his waist and yet he still somehow locked infuriatingly perfect.

"What the fuck- DUDE!" You can barely keep the anger from seeping out of your voice as you glare down your irresponsible boyfriend.

"WHAT THE FUCK-"

"I didn't finish!" he whines while stomping on the ground with his heavy sneakers.

"Were you seriously going to finish inside me!? After I explicitly told you-"

"Shh, shh," Mingyu says, stepping towards you to even out the angry creases on your forhead. "It was just for the fantasy, babe," he whispers, "Just for the fanatsy,"

⤑ Vernon

You didn't wanna say the word. It just sorta slipped. Straddling Hansol while some Pixar film played in the back was definitely not how you expected your second sexual encounter to go. There was still so much you had to learn about one another. Your bodies were vast fields of uncharted territory, and you weren't particularly sure Vermon would like all of those parts.

"Fuck, you're so hot- he whispers against your bare chest because discarding your shirt had been the first order of business. "So beautiful-"

You had begun rutting against him, with your skirt falling over his sweatpants, and your breathing became heavier and heavier. There was no explaining the tension that bubbled as your cunt rubbed greedily against his front but you were well aware of that feeling.

"God, you feel so damn good," he whispers, "You gonna cum for me?" Hansol's voice is utterly dripping with sex and all you can do is whimper as you dig your fingers into his hair- "Hansol, I-"

"Fuck, I think you're gonna cum from humping me, baby? Thats so hot..." A pool of wetness trickled from your cunt and it stole all the strength to immediately push yourself off screaming "NEMO-" you tapped out.

"Woah-" Vernon looks confused, justifiably so as you scoot to the floor, your legs quivering underneath you as your orgasm ebbed away.

"What do you need?"

You evade eye contact as you speak. "I just... didn't wanna disgust you or anything-"

"Dude, 'disgust' is literally the last thing on my mind. What's the problem?" You're still unable to make eye contact, causing Vernon to sigh as he sits forward with his elbows on his knees, to get closer to you in height.

"Is it the movie? I never thought Pixar would end up being a cockblock-"

"I nearly squirted." You admit. "Like everywhere-"

A moment of silence swells between you two and you can feel your heart sinking with every passing second. You wish to be anywhere but here. You could already smell all the warm popcorn you would ingest out of heartbreak, all the movies you'd-

"Fuck, and you thought that would 'disgust' me?" You peer up at him in pure wonder while lust descends on his visage like a shadow. "Sit on my face right now."