#cool wet lens

[milkbeam]

[st4rfckerz]

Film Me | Sam Monroe x Reader

word count: 2.7k

warnings: MDNI 18+, unprotected sex, choking, slapping, oral (both receiving), fingering, overstimulation, hair pulling, spanking, multiple orgasms, very slight dumbification, dacryphilia, praise and degradation, pet names, Sam���s a bully

summary: Sam wants everything documented.

The black, cool sheets against your skin and the softness of Sam's pillow lays under your head. You feel vulnerable, exposed wearing nothing but one of Sam's big band t-shirts and a pair of dark blue cotton panties. But there's also a sense of power. You're the one he's focusing on, the one he's capturing on film. You're the center of his attention, and that's a heady feeling.

Sam moves around you, the camcorder in his hand. He zooms in on your face, your body. He captures every curve, every line. He wants to remember this moment, this encounter. He wants to be able to replay it over and over again.

"There she is," Sam whispers, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Wave to the camera pretty girl." He nods towards the camcorder. Reluctantly, you lift your hand and give a shy wave to the lens. It feels weird, almost intimate, waving hello to an intrusive machine. Yet, there's a strange excitement coursing through you too.

Sam's fingers dance over the camera settings, adjusting the focus and lighting with practiced ease. His gaze flickers between you and the screen, a predatory glint in his eyes. His grin widens as he begins to set up the camera, checking and rechecking the angles, ensuring that every move, every touch, every sound you make will be captured perfectly.

Sam saunters over to you on the bed, his eyes locked onto yours. There's a hunger in his gaze, a desire that's almost palpable. He grabs your jaw, his fingers digging into your skin and leans in, his lips brushing against yours. It's a soft, teasing kiss at first but then he deepens it, his tongue sliding into your mouth. You can taste the weed in his breath, the slight hint of alcohol. It's intoxicating, and you find yourself leaning into him, wanting more. Sam's hand slid down your body as you continued to kiss, his fingers slowly making their way under you panties. Your skin was warm and smooth, the feeling sending a new wave of pleasure through him. His heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing as he explored your wet cunt.

"Wet already baby?" he coos in your ear. You arched your back slightly, a soft moan escaping your lips as he slowly grazed his finger along your slit. Sam pulled back slightly, his eyes glued to the little screen on his camera as he removed your panties and discarded them to the side. He admired your body, taking in the sight of your bare cunt before him. He swiftly pushed his boxers and jeans down while undoing his studded belt, his heart pounding in his chest.

Without missing a beat, he positions himself above you, aligning his hips with yours. He continues to record the entire process, making sure to capture every detail. Slowly, he slides into you, filling you up completely.

“Shit,” Sam breathes out. The camera shakes slightly with each movement, adding a raw and intimate element to the footage. “Grippin’ me so good Angel.” With a growl, Sam increases the intensity of his thrusts, driving deeper into you with each movement. Your moans reverberate through the room, adding another layer of intensity to the scene. He points the camera down to show how your cunt greedily swallows his cock, ensuring the viewer can see every nuance of your reactions. You arch your back, meeting his every thrust, your moans growing louder and more desperate.

“Don’t stop Sam, please.” you whine, your face increasingly gets more flushed as the heat in the room rises.

“Needy.” he teases. His thrusts continue, each one harder and faster than before. You writhe beneath him, your nails digging into his broad shoulders as he pushes you closer to the edge. Your breath hitches as Sam suddenly brings his hand up to your throat, his grip firm but not painful. He squeezes gently, giving you a sense of dominance. Then, with a sharp crack, he slaps you across the face, the sound echoing in the room. Surprised yet turned on, you moan loudly, your body buckling under his expert touch.

“You like that huh?” Another slap. “You like getting slapped around like a whore?” Sam tightens his hold on your throat once more, causing you to gasp for air. As you struggle to breathe, you clench around him, signaling your approaching orgasm. His thrusts become more erratic, reflecting his own impending release. The camera shakes uncontrollably in his hand now, the view jittery and off-balance. Sam's eyes spark with triumph, knowing he's about to send you over the edge.

“Cum on my cock baby, I feel you,” He releases your throat to grab your hip for stability, freeing your airway just in time for your orgasm, just the first of the evening, to wash over you. The camera records your face contorting in pleasure, the muscles in your neck straining as you scream out his name.

Sam follows suit shortly after, his release pulsating within you. As you catch your breath, Sam leans down to kiss you passionately, his tongue exploring your mouth with the same intensity he displayed moments ago. His hands roam over your body, cupping your tits and kneading them roughly. You moan into the kiss, your body still tingling from the intense experience. The camera captures your lips locked together, the sound of your heavy breathing filling the silence. Sam breaks the kiss, trailing kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. His hands slide down your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. As he reaches your waist, he pauses, looking up at you with desire in his eyes. You nod, encouraging him to continue, and he smiles before moving lower, his lips brushing against your skin as he explores further.

Sam reaches your swollen, leaking cunt, his eyes widen in appreciation. "Oh, she’s pretty." he murmurs, his fingers parting your lips gently. He leans in and blows cool air onto the sensitive flesh.The cold air contrasts with the warmth from earlier, heightening your sensitivity. He lingers there, teasing you with the chill before placing a soft kiss on your core. The camera captures the tender gesture, a soft whine escapes your lips and your body jerks in response. He dips his head, licking a path along your folds, savoring the taste of yours and his fluids intertwined with each other.

“S-sam ‘m still sensitive.” you cry out while still threading your fingers in his dark hair.

“You’ll be fine,” Sam states firmly. "Hold the camera, baby." he instructs, his voice low and seductive. You reach for the camera, your hands shaking slightly. As you take hold of it, the viewpoint shifts, now capturing Sam from your perspective.

Sam settles between your legs, positioning himself comfortably. His hands rest on your thighs, his thumbs tracing gentle patterns. You watch from the camera, your heart pounding in anticipation. His tongue flickers out, teasing your most sensitive spot. His face is close enough to the lens that you can see the concentration in his features, the eagerness in his eyes. The camera shakes slightly as you try to keep it steady, but the image remains clear. Sam's tongue darts in and out, mimicking his earlier thrusts. His nose grazes your skin, sending shivers down your spine. The camera captures everything - the angle of his head, the movements of his tongue, the way your body responds to his touches.

Your moan fills the room when Sam wraps his lips around your clit and sucks at it harshly, making you squeal. It felt like it was too much to handle, especially when he starts thrusting his fingers inside you unexpectedly.

“You taste so good angel.” His hot breath fans over your skin. He spits onto your warm, wet skin harshly before diving his tongue back into your drooling hole.You whimper and your hips buck involuntarily, causing him to slap your pussy, the sound reverberating through the room.

“Stop fucking moving.” Sam growls. Anticipation builds, your breaths coming in short bursts. You mumble a whiny ‘sorry’ before Sam resumes his attention, his tongue darting in and out, his lips pulling you into his mouth. His fingers increase their pace, your moans growing louder and more desperate. Sam gazes up at you, his face flushed with exertion and desire. You meet his gaze, your eyes filled with gratitude and need.

“Sam, I’m gonna…I’m- ,” You warn him with a whiny voice. Your thighs clamp tightly around his head, keeping him locked in your hold.

“Do it then, cum now.”

When your orgasm hits, it's sudden and powerful, tears pricking your eyes. Your back arches and your fingers mercilessly tug at Sam’s locks. Your moans fill the room, loud and unrestrained. Sam continues his assault to help you ride out your orgasm. The little camera hardly keeps up, but manages to capture the essence of your climax. You cry out his name, your face twisted with pleasure and relief. Sam’s tongue never leaves you, milking every drop of satisfaction from you. When you finally fall limp, panting heavily, he releases you, his own arousal evident. The camera focuses on your spent body, the evidence of his masterful skills.

Sam slithers up your body and instantly locks his messy lips to yours. “You wanna show the camera how pretty you are with my cock in your mouth?” he asks with a sly smirk. A blush creeps up your face and you let out a shy giggle. “That’s my girl.” Sam mumbles as he gently flips you both over. You move down his body and see his erection standing proud once again. You reach his prodding hip bones and give them both a sweet kiss before reaching his hardened cock.

With one hand gently holding the back of your head, and the other around the base of his cock, Sam slaps it against your cheek, eager by your pathetic attempts to get him to insert his cock into your mouth instead. He eventually moves his tip past your lips and you begin to hollow your cheeks and suck on it slowly. Sam looks at you lovingly as you suck on his cock, tears running down your cheeks from the lack of oxygen in your body and the physical strain. “Fuck you’re so good.” He tilts his head back and lets the sweet noises tumble from his swollen lips. “Look at the camera, let me see those eyes.”

You remove your mouth from Sam’s cock and wrap your fingers around its base before sliding it up and down and twisting at the head. You gaze up at the small, silver machine through hooded eyes and flick your thumb across the slit at the top while tonguing the underside of the head.

“Do I look good Sam?” you ask with blown irises and a dopey smile. A low chuckle rumbles from Sam’s chest.

“You always do baby, fuck- always pretty f’me,” He responds. Sam's breath quickens and his hips jerk slightly, telltale signs that he was getting close - and fast. He gingerly removes you off his pulsing cock suddenly. “I don’t wanna cum in your mouth.”

“On your stomach angel, ass up.” he demands as he peppers your face with small kisses.

“But I wanted you to-” you complain, your voice was quiet and worn from your last two orgasms and from having Sam’s thick cock down your throat. Sam quickly grabs your face and squeezes your cheeks together, interrupting you in the process.

“What did I say?” Sam grits through his teeth. He leans in for a rough kiss, his tongue sliding against your own. “I’m not gonna ask again.” Sam places the camera on the nightstand next to you both and adjusts the angle, ensuring the new perspective captures both of your faces, as well as your bodies. The camera shakes with the intensity of the moment, but remains focused on the two of you. He pulls away, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Still panting slightly, you roll onto your stomach obediently, your ass sticking up invitingly. With a flick of his wrist, he slaps your ass, the sound startling in the post-coital quiet. It takes a moment for your mind to register the sensation, then a blush creeps up your neck. “You look so pretty like this Angel.” He slaps again, gently at first, then harder.

You whine softly, needing more from him despite your exhausted state. Sam chuckles and cocks his head to the side teasingly. "What do you want, baby?" he asks. You push your hips back towards him, wanting his touch again. "More?" He asks, his tone filled with promise. You nod, too embarrassed to form words. Sam slaps your ass again.

“I need words sweetheart.” Sam's fingers trace lazy circles on the red handprints on your ass. He leans forward and presses a few wet kisses to your spine. You swallow hard, nerves jangling.

“Need your cock, please Sam.” you whisper back.

“There it is, good job baby.” He positions himself at your entrance, his hands gripping your hips firmly. The camera captures the scene from behind, showing the anticipation etched on your face. Sam slides his member through your folds and coats himself with your wetness, his mouth slightly agape as he does so. Without warning, Sam thrusts into you aggressively. You yelp, your body adjusting to his sudden invasion. His movements are feral, his thrusts hard and deep.

You grip the sheets tightly, your nails digging into the fabric. Your eyes are closed, your breaths coming in short gasps. "Sam s-slow down," you whisper, desperation coloring your voice.

"Nope. ‘M giving you what you need." he prompts, his voice a low rumble. You begin drooling onto the sheet beneath you, your body losing control and your brain turning into a puddle of mush. Sam's thrusts become faster, his breaths hitching. Tears stream down your face, mixing with your saliva on the sheet.

“Only I can fuck you the way you like. Isn’t that right?” Sam wraps his hand in your hair, tugging your head upwards. The camera captures the pain and pleasure intertwined in this gesture. You whimper, your eyes meeting his icy ones. "What did I say?" he commands, his voice firm. Wordless babbles spill from your lips and tears continue to well up in your eyes. His thrusts slow down for a second as he looks at you in your pathetic state.

“Aw poor baby, gone stupid because of some cock huh?” Your lip quivers, and he traces a thumb across your cheek. "It's okay," he whispers, his voice filled with reassurance. He kisses your rosy, tear stained cheek and releases his tight grip from your hair. "Cum for me sweet girl, last one, you got it.” Your body responds, your climax washing over you in waves. Just as you think you'll shatter from the intensity, Sam releases, his name leaving your lips in a hoarse shout.

Sam slowly withdraws, the camera capturing the aftermath. You lie there, panting heavily, your body flush with pleasure. He turns you over, and points the camera down at your defeated cunt just like before. "Beautiful," he says, his voice filled with admiration. He brings his fingers to your sated flesh and pushes the mix of fluids back into your hole. The sudden intrusion makes you yelp lightly.

“Sorry.” he chuckles. He plants a small kiss to your puffy clit and moves up your body to kiss you lovingly. The camera catches this tenderness, the switch from dominance to care. "There she is, look at her," Sam teases, his voice filled with warmth. “Wave bye to the camera baby.” A goofy smile spreads across your face as you wave at the camera again. With a final loving glance, he turns off the small device and sets it back on the nightstand.

"Are you ok? I didn’t go too far did I?" he asks, concern lacing his voice. He lays next to you and wraps you in his embrace. You shake your head, biting your lip to suppress your growing grin.

“I liked it.” you respond meekly. Sam’s smile widens at your words.

“Yeah? Well I’ll still be nicer next time.” His hand traces idle patterns on your back, his gaze never leaving yours. You snuggle closer to him, feeling safe and cared for in his arms.

[ripcupid]

━━━ ★ SUPERSTAR. . . !

“If u film while I suck, u could be a superstar”

Day .22

On camera - ellie x reader

Thank y’all so much for 800 followers, love y’all 🤍

“Look at the camera, baby,” Ellie purrs, holding your hips with a firm grip as she sits herself between your legs, “let me see that pretty face.” Ellie grabs your cheeks gently, tilting your head slightly towards the camera. You look up with glazed eyes to see Ellie's phone in your face, the camera lens reflecting a soft, warm glow over your body.

With a mischievous smile, she adds, "Don't go dumb on me now." You can't help but blush as her words send a rush of excitement through your veins making the ache between your legs intensify. As she releases her hold on your cheeks, Ellie's hand runs down your body making you squirm as she reaches lower and lower, pushing your legs further apart before teasingly tracing the outline of your panties.

"Look at that," she mummers as her thumb presses against the fabric causing you to gasp softly. "Already so wet for me." Your breathing quickens as she slides her hand back up your body making you arch your back in anticipation. Ellie pans the camera over your body, following the trail of her hand before she pushes your bra over your tits and exposes them to the camera.

The cool air hits your hardened nipples, sending a shiver of pleasure through your body. You can't help but moan softly as her fingertips graze over your sensitive nipples. "Look at those pretty tits," she whispers huskily from behind her phone, her eyes flicking up to meet yours as she gropes them firmly. You let out a soft plea of her name, pushing closer to her hand as she continues to tease your tits.

Ellie leans her phone against the lamp on the bedside table, ensuring a perfect angle to capture everything. As the camera records, Ellie hovers over you, her hair falling out of her around her face. Her lips brush against yours as you push her hair back before pulling her down to your lips in a passionate kiss. You wrap your arms around her neck and pull her body closer to yours as your lips move in sync.

Ellie kisses down your neck, moving your head to the side to give herself better access. Her hand roams around your body as she leaves open-mouthed kisses along your neck and jaw. The anticipation builds as she kisses over your exposed tits, kissing around your nipples and teasing them with her tongue. She flicks her tongue over your nipples, eliciting a gasp from you as she licks over the sensitive peaks.

The ache between your legs intensifies, as Ellie gently sucks the bud into her mouth, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You brush your fingers through her hair, pushing it away from her face, her eyes flicking up to yours. With a gentle tug of her lips on your nipple, she releases your nipple with a soft pop, leaving it wet and glistening.

"Love these tits, baby," Ellie grunts as she switches to the other, giving it the same attention. You moan in response, your body arching towards Ellie's mouth. As Ellie continues to suck on your nipple, her hands start to wander down your torso, teasingly trailing her fingertips along your skin. She moves lower, making you squirm as her kisses trail down your stomach.

You grab Ellie's phone, panning the camera down as Ellie spreads your legs and positions herself between them. The camera picks up the sounds of your soft huffs and the gentle rustling of the sheets as Ellie's lips find their way to your inner thighs. As she plants soft kisses along your inner thighs, her thumb brushes against the wet fabric of your panties, a soft whine escaping your lips.

You struggle to hold the phone steady as Ellie rubs her thumb against the wet fabric, teasing your clit with each gentle stroke. Ellie rests her head on your thigh, watching as your panties grow increasingly damp from her touch. She suddenly presses her tongue against the fabric, moaning at the taste of you as she soaks through your panties.

As Ellie pulls back her eyes focus on your cunt before flicking up to yours. "Please, take them off, El," you whimper from behind the phone. Ellie smirks mischievously, her eyes glinting with desire as she hooks her fingers into the waistband of your panties. Slowly, she starts to peel them down, your hips lifting to help her remove them. The anticipation builds as she teasingly drags the fabric lower, inch by agonizing inch, until finally, your panties slide off completely, revealing your glistening pussy.

Your legs fall open naturally making Ellie smile. "Wish you could see how pretty your pussy looks right now," she whispers, making you blush with shyness. She leans in closer, darting her tongue out to lightly trace along your folds, parting them with gentle kisses. You can't help but let out a soft moan as her tongue drags over your sensitive clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

The sensation intensifies as Ellie's lips wrap around your swollen bud, sucking and flicking it. You hold the phone tighter with one hand, reaching down with the other to tangle your fingers in Ellie's hair, urging her to continue. You grab her hair firmly, grinding your hips against her face, matching the rhythm of her tongue. Ellie moans into your cunt as you use her face and tug on her hair, her own eyes fluttering closed.

She pushes your thighs up higher, deepening her access to your dripping core. With shaky hands, you place the phone back on the nightstand, no longer able to focus on anything but Ellie and her tongue. Your head falls back against the pillow as your thighs close her head, your moans growing louder and more desperate.

"Keep going, El," you gasp, feeling the coil tightening in your stomach, "'M so close," you mumble, your words barely coherent between your high-pitched moans. Ellie pulls away, replacing her tongue with her fingers, sliding them inside you with ease. She sits up to kiss you messily, her fingers slowly pumping in and out of you. The taste of you lingers on her lips as you whimper and cling to her, your legs twitching with pleasure.

"No," you cry, "please, go faster," you beg, your voice filled with urgency. Ellie chuckles against your lips, curling her fingers inside you, hitting that sweet spot that makes you gasp and arch your back.

"Is that better?" she whispers, a grin spreading across her face. You nod eagerly, unable to form words, biting down on your lip. You hold onto her shoulder, your chest heaving with each breath as you look down at her fingers pumping inside you.

"So good," you moan, your voice barely a whisper, "So close, El." Ellie's grin widens as she presses her thumb against your clit, rubbing it in slow circles. As you feel yourself teetering on the edge, you grab onto Ellie's arm for support, your nails digging into her skin. The coil in your stomach tightens as pleasure builds, causing your hips to buck uncontrollably. Your mind goes blank as you succumb to the overwhelming sensation, coming around her fingers.

You cling to her for support, your body trembling with the intensity of your release. As you slowly come back to reality, a satisfied smile spreads across Ellie's face, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. "You good?" she asks with a soft chuckle, pulling her fingers out slowly. "Yeah," You nod, still catching your breath. You hold Ellie's face in your hand, bringing her closer for another kiss.

Ellie grabs the phone from the nightstand and stops the recording, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Saving that one for later," she whispers, a playful smirk on her lips. You grin and playfully nudge her as she leans in for another kiss. "I hate you," you tease, a hint of laughter in your voice. Ellie giggles and leans back on her arms, her head tilting to the side with a knowing smirk.

"No, you don't, baby," she says softly, her voice cocky and filled with confidence. You roll your eyes and look away playfully, pretending to be annoyed. Ellie gets closer before capturing your lips in a sudden and passionate kiss.

Imma go eat cookies now xo 👋🏾

[spnrs]

aeon lust

pure smut, warnings/tags: spencer x fem!reader, shy spencer, rough sex, glasses reid my baby, penetration, riding, creampie

spencer thinks your shoulders are probably the most beautiful part of you. he looks at them through the lens of his glasses, the smooth golden skin, the delicate subdued plum of your bra strap. the swell of your breasts cupped by the sheer lace makes him swallow, his own hands trailing up your legs, settling on the generous curves of your thighs. outside, the summer rain splatters lazily but in your shared room, between your bodies, there's a shimmer clinging to you, an overheating feeling burning straight to spencer's cock. your hair falls over your shoulder, pushed to one side, eyes meeting his and then in a shameless flicker, fall at the hard rigid line of his dick. standing proudly between the two of you, your small hands press against it, pushing it flush against spencers stomach. he twitches, causing you to smile as you ride your palm up the underside. it's glistening, spencer can't help but notice, from seconds ago, when you had wrapped your fingers at the base, guiding the tip into your mouth, going down inch by excruciatingly inch. every little bob, swallow had done nothing but drive him crazy.

he watches, mesmerized, as you shift, feeling the cool air hit where your wetness had pressed against his thighs. delicate hands push the lace away from your wetness. you rise, on your knees, shifting until you're hovering right over the tip. palm pressing down against spencer's shoulder, you sink down slowly. you're so wet, he watches the easy slide of it. your other hand goes to his other shoulder, using the leverage to push yourself down, impaling yourself onto the delicious feeling of being full. spencers voice catches in his throat, a sound like a strained sob as your weight settles down onto him. it doesn't take much for you to bottom out, abruptly dropping flush against spencers hips. you clench around him and the feeling makes his eyes flutter close for a second, muscles tensing at the anticipation. "spencer," you say, voice soft, a whisper, "you feel really good." spencer groans, throws an arm over his eyes, unable to keep looking at such an erotic sight.

"i'm really wet," you continue, shameless. spencer whines your name, shifting with impatience, "stop saying things like that." you laugh a little, swiveling your hips in more of a tease then intent, "how is that worse than what we're doing right now together?" "it's embarrassing," spencer mumbles. you don't answer and he opens his eyes at the silence. your gaze is stuck on him, and it distracts him enough to miss the way you rise, and then drop back down on him. the impact is paralyzing, he kicks himself for not looking at the way his cock leaves and enters you. his eyes snap down, watching in silence as you begin to rise again, until spencer is almost completely out of you and then slams back down, almost painful, the slap of skin ringing loudly.

your cheeks are slowly painting pink with the exercise of it, the heat of your movements, and spencers own face begins to heat up with the lewdness of the sounds coming from you two. the wet slick sounds of your pussy sheathing him over and over again, tight and wet and so willing to eat up his entire length. spencer can't do anything but lay on his back and let you use him. rising and falling, bed creaking with the motion of it. your breasts bounce along, threatening to spill over your bra. the idea of getting to touch them is enough to tempt spencer into reaching up, pushing away the cups until your breast are bare, nipples hard with pleasure. he presses his thumbs against the the hard nubs, rubbing tight circles. you cry out, a soft moan as you keep riding him, hard and fast and unrelenting. the room is getting too hot, your hips start a small roll, spencer's own hips twitch at the feeling, hands cupping your breast, thumbs pressing painfully against your nipples. you shift, his hands drop from your chest for a second, before he reaches upwards, mouth half open, tongue out.

you stare at spencer the entire time, he gives a quick, kittenish lick, flickering the tip of his tongue against the already hard nipple. you sigh at the feeling, and he takes it as a sign to wrap his mouth around you, suck hard, your moans soft and pleased. "ah, spence.." you whimper, his mouth still sucking, licking, "i love how you feel inside me," you breathe, shuddering when spencer flattens out his tongue, gives a slow lick, your nipples now wet and hard. he starts saying your name then trails off, wanting to ask you to do something but he knows he doesn't have to say anything when your smile edges on devious. "what is it, spencer," you ask coyly, rolling forward just enough for his eyes to faintly roll back, "don't i look pretty just sitting on you?," you stop moving, chest rising and falling, bra more off than anything, "aren't i just the prettiest little cockwarmer?" your vulgar choice of words making him thrust deeper into you. you can't help but find the blush on his cheeks spreading down his neck, his disheveled hair, and the way he lips are barely parted cute. spencer feels the way his skin burns hot at those words, and you do nothing but look at him, still deep inside of you.

"i've been good, right?" you ask, voice low, "don't you want to come inside me?" he bucks up, jostles you with the force of it, he raises his hands again, pinches and pulls at your nipples as he starts thrusting. your moans get louder, bed creaking as his hips keep snapping up, until you're crying out, high pitched, whiny. "does it hurt?" it almost pisses you off the way he can ask a question like that sounding so genuine then follow it by saying your name in the filthiest tone. spencer grunts, his pace bruising, unrelenting. his thighs are starting to hurt from the movement. but the noises, the wet, slide of his cock, thrusting deep into you, the way he can feel just how wet you are, can see how it runs down your own thighs. his mouth waters, wanting to taste you, but that will have to be for another day.

he grabs you by the hips, pushes you down against his dick, holding you flush as he grinds up, the bed sheets rustle with your movements, your body rolls with it, reacting, oversensitive, but it's all spencer allows you to do before he lifts you off him, then drops you back onto him. the slide is smooth, you're that wet, and then spencer keeps you still as he just drills into you, over and over until the bed starts thumping and all you can do is hold on, fingers digging into his shoulders. you're not making any sense, coherent words gone as you whine and moan, little sounds that make spencer even more desperate. he rolls you over, he slips out of you with a wet sound, cock wet from you, dripping with it.

spencer wastes no time arranging you on your back, your hair fans out, and he is quick to enter again, easy. he lifts your legs, holds them together as he starts pounding into you, watching with eager eyes as your cunt eats him up, every last inch, greedily. "you take it so well," spencer breathes, mesmerized, "it's almost like you just want to be like this forever." you turn your head to the side, eyes fluttering as he keeps thrusting into you, body inching further up the bed, "i always want you inside me," you moan, cheeks red. spencer picks up his pace, out of desperation, a need to feel you come. he lifts you higher, until only your torso is still on the bed, fingers gripping the soft curves of your hips as he pulls you away from his cock, watching as it becomes visible again, slick with your wetness, tip catching at your opening. your body is pliant in his hands, letting yourself be pushed and pulled whichever way spencer pleases.

he straightens, knees digging deeper in the bed. "oh," you cry out, it's more like a punched out sound, surprised, as spencers hands push you back onto his dick, the wet sound of it does nothing but make him want to hear more of it, your little pants, hear just how wet you are around him. he does it again, pulls you off and then with forceful hands pushes you back against him, chest heaving with exertion, cheeks flushed as he makes you take him over and over again, his thighs tightening with the effort. your moans are loud, sounds of breathless pleasure, sighs as spencer makes you fuck hard into him. "spencer please," you whine, breathy, desperate, "ah, spencer," you start again but don't finish your thought, instead your mouth drops into a soundless moan, hands gripping tight at the bed sheets, now all twisted, messed up, under him. your body arches, until your shoulders and head are the only parts still on the bed, body desperately wanting more of spencer inside of you. "i'm-" you try again, but again spencer doesn't get to hear the end of it, feeling instead how you come, the muscles of your stomach, your hips, thighs, going tight, rippling as your insides clamp down harder, hips raising impossible high, still in his grasp. he pushes you flush, still inside you, until your thighs are sticking to his hips, then he comes. your hips start twitching again, body slumping, trying to get away.

spencer shifts, and the feeling of his impossibly hard cock, dragging inside you, is enough to have you whine, eyes fluttering close, tired. he pulls out slowly, more of a tease as he feels the slide of it, sees the way your stomach tightens at the feeling. your wetness combined with his cum slicks down your own thighs, glistening, connecting to the tip of spencers dick. his fingers go to touch, rub it against your folds, fingers entering you easily, crooking. "do you want to clean me up, spencer?" you murmur and he stops his movements. the image of you, hair rumpled, dark lace still on you, disheveled, pushed aside to get to him. "they're ruined," spencer says, "they were so pretty too." it sounds way more sad than it should and you laugh at it, "you will buy me more, right?" you ask, playful. spencer nods, smiles softly, "i think white would look nice against your skin." your eyes finally look at him properly, mouth turning into a teasing smile, "i'm glad you liked them as much as you did." he gets up, face red as he searches for his boxers laying on the floor, slipping them on. you turn to look at spencer, arms reaching to him, pulling him down into the bed. the rain outside has slowed to a splatter and your body is still warm.

"you didn't really have to send me pictures of you wearing them," spencer says softly, eyes flickering to his phone, where pictures of you in the lacy underwear are saved, "i would have believed you were using them either way."

"you said you wanted me to model them," you say playfully, eyes closing again, "was this a gift for me or you?" you giggle arms going limp with sleepiness. spencer presses a kiss to your hair, stares out the window for a bit before he gets up again, his hands roam up your body. with gentle movements he unhooks the bra, peels off the ruined matching panties and goes into the bathroom to start the shower.

[moonstruckme]

Steve x black cat! reader pls. I feel this paring is always necessary 😌

Thanks for requesting!

Steve Harrington x black cat!reader ♡ 625 words

You glower at your boyfriend through the dark lens of your sunglasses. “Don’t come near me with that.” 

Steve smiles cajolingly, approaching with the sunscreen nonetheless. “C’mon, babe, you didn’t come out here just to sit under this umbrella all day.” 

“You know I did.” You dart your stare pointedly to where the pale rocks are growing little puddles of lake water underneath his feet. “If you come over here and drip on my book—” 

“Put the book away,” he coaxes. And he’s convincing, all shiny skin and even shinier smile and his pretty hair stuck damply to his forehead and the back of his neck. One tiny strand curls inward over the curve of his cheekbone, and you want terribly to slick it back in with the others but any affectionate gesture right now would feel too close to giving in. “Lemme put some sunscreen on you so you can come swim with the rest of us.” 

“I’m fine here.” 

“It’s really nice out there.” Steve sits down next to you like a mirror image, his hands by your feet and his feet next to your butt. “The lake’s not too cold or anything, you might like it.” 

You suck your teeth. “I’m just trying to enjoy my book, Steve.” 

He angles his head. “What, you don’t want to spend time with me?” 

You angle your head right back, deadpan. “Don’t.” 

“You know, Max really loves you,” he says, squirting a dollop of sunscreen into his hand and starting to smooth it up your calf. You wrinkle your nose at the smell. “She thinks you’re the coolest. Beats me why, but it’d probably make her week if you went out there.” You’re quiet, and he goes on, encouraged. He works the sunscreen over your knee, hands chaste and purposeful as they run the length of your thigh. “Plus, you know, you can read your book anytime, but these warm days are only gonna last so long before it’s freezing and snowy outside again.” 

“I like when it’s freezing and snowy,” you say, setting your book down on top of your bag before one of you gets sunscreen on it.

“I know, but you won’t be getting the gun show when I’m all hidden under ten layers, y’know?” 

Steve raises his eyebrows at you, and you look away from him, biting down on your smile. You feel more than see your boyfriend’s answering grin, spreading like a blight over his pretty face. He starts on your other leg. 

“And if you come hang out, I’ve got an ice cream sandwich in the cooler with your name on it.” He brushes his thumb over the side of your knee sweetly. “Been saving it for you.” 

You soften. A bit. “You could bring it to me here,” you point out. 

Steve shakes his head, frowning as if he really doesn’t know who’s making these rules and wishes he could change them for you. “Can’t, sorry. Frozen treats are only for those of us out there braving the sun.” 

You cross your arms. “You make it sound so pleasant.” 

He takes one of your arms in his hands, disentangling your defensive stance to continue slathering you in sunscreen. “It’s really not bad,” he says. “Between the ice cream and the cool water, you can pretend it’s winter if you want.” 

“Steve!” You both look out towards the lake, and Robin is waving him over. “Stop flirting with your girlfriend and come back here. We need more people to play chicken!” 

Steve gives you a pleading look. 

“I’m not getting wet,” you tell him firmly. 

He grins and takes your hand, lotion-slicked palm sliding against your own as he pulls you up. “You won’t on my team, don’t worry.”

[heauxvibez]

Make A Movie

Warning: Smut (+18)

Baby, we don't need no script (Script) for this (For this) I'ma throw a couple thousand, baby, strip (Strip) for this (For this) Let me pull my camera out and make a (Movie, yeah) Starrin' (You and me, yeah)

Roman’s grip tightened on your face, his fingers pressing firmly into your cheek as he forced your gaze into the camera’s unblinking eye. He stood tall behind you, his bare chest brushing against your bare back, while you were positioned in front of the dresser. His black, wavy locs dangled over your shoulder, the ends lightly tickling your skin, adding an unexpected layer of pleasure. The soft, coconutty scent of shea moisture clung to his hair, filling your nostrils with a familiar, comforting fragrance that you loved because you also tended to use the same hair product.

You inhaled deeply, savoring it. His face was also nestled deep in your thick, curly 4b/4c fro, smelling that familiar scent of coconut. The soft coils brushed against his cheek as he moved, trying to maneuver around your hair. But even as he shifted, his lips brushing your ear, you could feel the smile tugging at his mouth. He loved the feel of your curls—how they surrounded him, a constant reminder of one of the many reasons he fell in love with you in the first place. The texture, the beauty, the wildness of them—it was all part of you, and it drove him wild.

Normally, in moments like this, your eyes would wander to your reflection, looking for his eyes in the mirror, enjoying the way he watched you. But tonight that wasn't the case—tonight, you were staring straight into the lens of a camera he’d proudly bought over the weekend.

He had gone on and on, boasting about the crystal-clear resolution, the sharpness of the image, and the way it captured even the smallest detail. You assumed he had purchased it for family gatherings, for special occasions, to create lasting memories. But now, it was clear—the memories he wanted to create weren’t the ones shared at celebrations. No, he wanted to capture every nuance of this moment. The deep richness of your melanin skin, glowing under the soft light. The way your eyes glistened as you silently begged for more, the camera drinking in every flicker of desperation. He wanted it all—the sharp clarity of your moans, how the sound of your voice would tremble and rise, your gasps and breaths recorded in perfect unison. The sighs, the whimpers, every surrendering sound was meant to be preserved, etched into the flawless quality of this new toy he was so proud of.

Your hands pressed flat against the cool surface of the black wooden dresser, fingers splayed wide as you struggled to stay still. The hand holding your cheek worked hard to keep you focused on the camera while the other—free from its task of forcing you to submit—was busy teasing your nipple, rolling it between his fingers with a touch that made your pussy throb with a crazy ache.

He knew exactly what he was doing. Roman was a craftsman who had learned all the ways to unravel you. He was cold and calculated, you could feel it with every brush of his fingers. He had watched the way you responded—the slight arch of your back, the soft gasps that escaped your lips when he touched the right spot. He could damn near bring you to insanity, making you drip with need, but he always kept you right there, hovering on the edge of sweet release.

The way his fingers teased your bud made your breath get lost in your throat, and your body trembled from all the emotions that you felt. He grinned as he felt your reaction, knowing that with every flick and tug, your body was begging him for more.

"You love this, don’t you? Love being right here, just about to break."

And it was true. You were soaked, every nerve tingled, with the feeling of being so close yet so far from release. But you knew he loved it too. Teasing you until your body was as wet as the ocean, leaving you desperate and shaking. It wasn’t just about the physical pleasure for him though. As we all know, he thrived on controlling you, on watching you fall apart piece by piece under his touch.

But he also understood your love for submitting to him. He tended to you with all his might, fulfilling your wants and needs in ways that left you feeling cherished. Physically, mentally, emotionally, even financially—he cared for you in all the ways that mattered, even though you didn’t need him to. You carried your own weight, having a successful career, independent and more than capable. But something was irresistible about knowing you didn’t have to do it all alone. Just knowing that he was there, ready to support you without question, made you want to give yourself to him completely.

It wasn’t just his actions; it was the way he did it. The way he made you feel safe and seen, while still allowing you the freedom to be strong. That kind of devotion—selfless, yet confident in his role—was a complete turn-on. Pussy completely wet without question. It made you look forward to the moment when you could submit entirely, offering him everything he could ever ask for, knowing that he would take care of you in return.

The thought of it made you sigh deeply, in the best way of course—the idea of giving him all of you, letting him guide you, because you knew in your heart that you were safe in his hands. It was what made intimate moments special. He knew how much you craved his words, how much you needed to be talked through it, pushed toward the edge while he whispered in your ear. You wanted to be teased, denied, and kept in that delicious state of frustration, only to have him edge you over and over again. And when you could hardly take it any longer, when your body was shaking, he would finish you completely, making you surrender every single piece of yourself to him.

"Tell the camera what you want," he growled dangerously, his hand tightening around your nipple, the sensation somehow simultaneously sharp and sweet. While his other hand slid from your jaw to your throat, his fingers wrapping around you with just enough pressure to make you gasp. You could barely think, let alone speak, "Tell the camera how much you love it when I tease you. When I make you beg for it."

Your body was damn near burning, crying out for release, but you knew he wouldn’t give it to you until you asked for it—until you begged. And even then, he’d make you wait, because that’s how he controlled you, how he made you submit completely. He loved to hear the desperation in your voice, to see the way your body shook, and to know that he held all the power.

“I love it,” you gasp, your voice shaky and breathless as your body quivers. “Fuck, I love when you do this to me… when you make me beg for you.” The words tumble from your lips, barely a whisper as you could hardly form the words.

“Please Roman, I need you..so fucking bad..”

His hand slid lower, fingers trailing from your neck to your other breast savoring the way your body trembled under his touch. You could feel his body heat behind you, his scent and his presence wrapping around your senses. The breaths you took felt heavy, your lips parting as your gaze remained fixed on the camera.

"Look at you," Roman murmured in your ear. His right hand now pulling behind you to travel down the curve of your spine, resting on your waist as he pulled you back against him. His grip was strong, and you were caught between the camera’s cold, silent witness and his touch. "The camera loves you. I love watching you like this."

The camera’s lens seemed to drink in every bead of sweat forming on your brow and the goosebumps on your skin as Roman’s hands explored you. His fingers traced the contours of your hips before slipping between your thighs, teasingly slow. You gasped softly, your voice trembling into the quiet of the room.

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against your back. "I want you to make the kind of sounds this camera will never forget." he whispered, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

You could barely hold back a moan as his fingers pressed deeper, setting a pace that left you breathless. Your body responded helplessly, hips rocking back toward him, wanting more contact. The camera captured it all—your movements, the flicker of need that crossed your face, the sounds that fell from your lips. Everything. And that's exactly what he wanted.

"There you go, that's Daddy's sweet girl.."

Leaning in closer, his mouth traced the sensitive skin of your neck. His fingers quickened their rhythm, and your fingers held on tighter to the dresser if that was even a possibility.

You whimpered his name, the tension coiling tighter inside you. Roman pressed closer, his lips brushing the delicate skin just beneath your ear, as your body arched against him, his muscles melting into the grooves of your own.

"That's it, let it all out." he coaxed, "Show the camera exactly how much you want it."

Roman's fingers played you like an instrument, and with every stroke, every flick, he pulled a new sound from you. Your world blurred as his words sank in, pushing you further into bliss. The sound of your moans filled the room and your gasps were captured perfectly by the camera's mic—your whimpers echoing in the silence. Roman's fingers pressed deep into your pussy, curling and grazing every part of your pussy that made you want to crumble and curl into a ball. You cried out, your pussy contracting around his fingers soaking them into the slick juices that he typically loved coating his tongue in.

As your body trembled in the aftermath, Roman leaned closer, "Perfect," he whispered, "Exactly what I wanted."

The camera blinked its final red light, sealing this moment. It was more than just a scene—it was a movie, starring only you and him.

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Aw, this was better in my head lol

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[octoberautumnbox]

Aquamarine

Soloist Lee Chaeyeon & Male Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Categories/tags: smut, shower, glass, camera/picture, standing sex, standing doggy, creampie, fluffy (at least thats the plan)

a/n: birthday piece for the second half of IZ*ONE'S HoneyWaterz! she gets like one fic a year y'all are missing out. and as usual (lol) no proofread no beta im sorry i know its terrible

The water glistens against her skin, shining as it falls down her back. The city lights seem so far below you like you're in the clouds yourself. The smoke doesn't reach up here, nor the hustle and bustle of the metropolis below. It's only you and her.

Click, click, click. Find her through your camera's lens, taking perfect shot after perfect shot. She turns around and smiles a divine smile at you, and you suspect that she's stopped posing a long while ago; now, she's just glad to find you nearby.

She paddles adorably over to the shallow end of the pool and takes a seat. "Thank you for taking me out like this, babe. I love you so much. Everything is perfect."

She wrings her hair carefully and looks up over the moon, enjoying the cool breeze of tropical air on her face and chest. Click.

"Ugh, stop it," she giggles. "I wasn't ready. Delete that one."

You chuckle and place your camera on a dry, flat surface and join her in the pool. The water is warm between your toes, and you accept the welcome by sitting down in it right next to her.

You try to put your arm around her shoulder, but she shrugs it off cutely. "Don't, you idiot," she scolds lovingly, "I'm all wet."

Sulking away playfully, never mind your lightly damp Hawaiian shirt, you respond. "Wow, calling me an idiot just for trying to love you. I knew it, you've just been using me all this time..."

She laughs her signature laugh, painting the skyline of your heart in vibrant tones of aquamarine. She takes your hand and pulls slowly, bringing your arm around her once more.

"You're gorgeous, you know that? Everything about you is perfect." Place a hand on her cheek and bring her gaze over to yours. "How'd I end up with someone as breathtaking as you?"

"Shut up, babe..." she chuckles lightly as she places her hand over yours. "You know I fell for you first."

Close your eyes gently as the gravity of your hearts draw your lips together. You find her halfway through the darkness, but of course you did. When has she ever let you down?

The kiss you share is slow, respectful. You ask for permission from each other wordlessly, giving and taking just a tiny bit more from each other's love with every singular peck.

She breaks the kiss gratefully. As you open your eyes you're met with a goddess, ethereal and alluring. And she's all yours.

Without her forehead leaving yours, she whispers to you, "Let's go inside, babe, I'm getting cold."

~~~

Pull her by her waist into the shower enclosure and take her lips again. She strips you of your Hawaiian shirt, now soaked, and tosses it out of the glass cubicle. Her arm wraps around your neck, while her free hand finds the shower handle.

The showerhead comes to life, and warm water falls onto your back. Chaeyeon slips her fingers under your waistband and pulls down, taking away your last bits of clothing and relieving you of the growing pressure in your shorts.

You do the same, pulling off her dripping wet bikini bottom. Without ever breaking the kiss, she kicks them away and takes your hands onto her plump and firm ass. She moans lightly at your touch, music to your ears.

As much as you want to keep them there, you know there's more you have to do first. Break the kiss for just a moment, and see your girlfriend out of breath.

Grabbing the hem of her top, you pull up. She raises both arms to help you out, knowing that this also gives you the best view of your favorite part.

The wet piece of fabric moves up past her chest, and her beautiful tits bounce free from their containment. You keep pulling until the bikini top clears her head and finally her arms, and then you toss them out of the cubicle and shut the door.

She wraps her arms around your neck again. Grip her ass cheeks and pull her towards you, savoring her firm behind while you force your cock between her thighs.

She moans cutely at the sensation of your head right at the entrance of her heat. You kiss her again, torridly this time, and she returns your affections hungrier, more impatient, less quietly than earlier.

She pulls you even closer, pressing her soft breasts onto your chest, and the feeling could not be more heavenly. You know she's doing this on purpose, and so you respond in kind by giving her a smack on her butt cheek, forcing it to jiggle. As she's groaning into your mouth as a reflex, you leave her at a loss for a more heavenly moment.

Chaeyeon finally frees your lips, and the both of you take a deep breath. You can't get enough, though, and bring her over to the glass pane nearest to you.

"You're so fucking hot..." She traces all over your body with her fingertips. "How do you want me, babe?" she asks courteously.

"You have to smile for the camera, sweetheart." Turn her around to face the glass, and wipe away the steam obstructing her view of outside. She spots your camera sat on a table, facing the pair of you, and she blushes and smirks devilishly as she catches wind of your plan.

"Naughty boy... Hurry up and take me." Chaeyeon bends over and gives you a clear view of her ass, and shows off her pink lower lips for your pleasure.

You make her lean on the glass pane with her forearms as you grab her by the hips. Always the gentleman, you don't keep her waiting. Pull her lips apart, hear her groan at the feeling, and, finally, push your hardened cock into her tight pussy.

"Fuck..." Click. The flash goes off in front of her, and she turns redder in her cheeks. "This is so fucking hot, babe..."

"Happy birthday, baby. You're getting a private photo book of tonight as one of your gifts. Smile your prettiest."

You feel her velvet walls clench lovingly around your cock. It isn't a challenge at all though, with her slick lubricating her insides, to pull out nearly all the way, and force yourself back into her core.

Relish the feeling of fucking the most beautiful woman in the world. Take pride in how she powerlessly surrenders herself to your will. With every thrust deep into her pussy, you show her that she'll only ever belong to you.

"Babe, harder... Please fuck me harder." You comply with her request, as you thrust forward you forcefully pull her back. Her ass meets your pelvis at every pump, producing a symphony of slaps and groans.

Click, click, click. The camera makes its presence felt as flashes fill the other side of the bathroom. Push your goddess of a girlfriend harder against the glass, and she lets out a loud "ahhhh" as her nipples and breasts are squished onto the cold surface.

"Right there, babe, keep fucking me just like that..." Her walls only get tighter as your cock splits her apart. The sounds of her pleasure fill the bathroom as you bring her closer and closer to climax.

"I love you... so... fucking much, babe..." you mutter next to her ear. You can tell she's losing control of herself, she answers only in moans of ecstasy at the rough fucking she's receiving.

Hook her leg under your arm, raise it for the camera. Click, click. The view of her pussy being violated by your cock is crystal clear for the camera to capture. Click. Chaeyeon screams in pleasure as you reach new depths in the lewd position she finds herself in. Click. Her face is smushed against the glass with how hard you're pushing her. Click, click, click. Her nipples grow stiffer against the clear pane, spurring her on and on towards her eventual release.

"Sweetheart, you still good?" She can't answer, you know she can't. Just one look and you can tell she's long gone: her head thrown back, eyes rolled into the back of her skull, no regard for whatever she might be saying anymore.

Figure she's had enough. Conclude her long day with a bang. Give her a high note to end a perfect celebration. Better yet, make her sing the high note herself.

You grow more ravenous with your hold on her. "You know... One of your gifts... a whole photo book... of just tonight." Click. You thrust into her sex more roughly, chasing your high as you force her to reach hers. She can't defy you, and you know she won't. She's yours.

Her climax comes to her like an earth-splitting bolt of lightning. All at once, a guttural scream rips through her throat, click, streaks of her cum spray onto the glass she's pressed against, click, she stumbles as her legs give out underneath her, click, click, and her walls grip you in a desperate attempt to prolong her unholy pleasure as much as she can, click.

"I'm cumming, baby... Happy birthday--!!!" With a deep groan you shoot your cum into her womb, making sure every spurt stays in and takes. Her walls apply a heavenly amount of pressure on your cock, milking you for more, and you give her exactly what she wants. With every spurt of your hot cum into her abused snatch Chaeyeon screams louder yet, click, begging in gibberish for something she herself doesn't even know anymore.

You realize she's full up when your cum overflows from her pussy and down her thigh. She's taking heavy breaths now, and your wits are slipping away from you.

~~~

You find yourself sat on the cold tiled floor of the shower. Warm water still falls from the showerhead and onto the pair of you. Chaeyeon is taking her sweet time filling her lungs with air and steadying her breathing. Her head's leaned onto your shoulder, so you push her hair aside to give her a kiss on her forehead.

"I love you, sweetheart. You might not have heard me earlier, but happy birthday."

She can only respond in deep breaths and scratchy hums. She brings her lips back over to yours, last kiss before getting dressed for bed. And you know that meant "I love you too."

a/n: yknow i should just stop planning fics at this point lmao. anyways, happy birthday our feather chaeyeon!!!

[valwrote]

Imagine this –

neuvillette getting married but nothing goes right (but the ending does sit right) ft. the fontaine crew + fem!reader

a/n : you should get the noah's ark joke if you finished the 4.2 story quest. (haha totally didn't get spoiled. 🥲)

It was a bright sunny day, with cool winds blowing. Neuvillette sees you walking towards altar

Drip drip drip

AND it starts downpouring because he got emotional and everything spirals into chaos.

Guests are running around to save their clothes. The melusines and trying to save the food and Paimon is crying to the traveler that the food got ruined.

wriothesley and clorinde are just staring at eachother like 🧍‍♀️

"Where did this rain come from suddenly?"

"If i had the slightest of idea, I would've definitely told you, Clorinde."

guess their hardwork went down the drain. literally.

navia was panicking because her dress was getting ruined and her bodyguards came at the speed of light to her side and hold 3 umbrellas out for her, which was rather unnecessary.

"Oh no! Now I won't be able to snag pictures for the Steambird!" Charlotte frantically wiped her camera lens which got even blurry due to the water.

"Um Charlotte, should focus on saving yourself first rather than the camera." Navia suggested out of concern for the girl.

"IS IT TIME FOR MY GRAND PERFORMAN- oh." Furina who had planned a surprise performance realised it was raining and she had walked straight into it.

yup, it was definitely getting out of hand with people slippin' and sliding on the wet floor. But it got worse when the water levels start to rise and you try to get him to calm down.

"Neuvillette! Calm down- you will drown Fontaine and then Wriothesely will have to pull a Noah's Ark move again!"

"Ah- Yes. Sorry, I just got a bit-" he started only to get cut off.

"Teary eyed?" you asked with a smirk. Nothing better than an opportunity to poke fun at the Chief Justice.

"No." he curtly replied.

"You have to admit that you were definitely sobbing from happiness." you cheekily smile at him, pulling him into an embrace. Yes your clothes were soaked but honestly who cared.

"...let's not bring this matter up." he averted his gaze, trying to stop his lips from curling into a smile.

a select few were able to get a look at the Ludex breaking composure and smiling, his cheeks slightly pink. It was unfortunate that Charlotte won't be able to post it in the Steambird paper for everyone to see but —

sometimes, things which are hidden from masses are termed as 'mysteries' and mysteries are the most beautiful trinklets of memories to those who experienced it.*

neuvillette is so goofy, I love him. He deserves all the head pats and huggies

©definitelysel

[imissnanami]

desperate 4 u | pathetic!choso x f!reader

Choso masturbates to a polaroid of u using a pocketpuss 

🌸Content | MDNI, male masturbation, masturbating to photos, sex toys/pocket pussy, swearing, pet name baby/baby girl, multiple orgasm & overstim, not proofread oops

Choso couldn’t help but feel giddy as he prepared his bed for his jerk of session. He usually found himself half way to cumming before the thought popped into his head, crashing on whatever surface was the closest. Trembling hands pull dirty clothes and blankets off his bed, in his excitement he misses his sock twice before flinging it behind himself. 

As he moved the pillows to the head of the bed, he could feel just how hard he was in his pants. The loose fabric of his shorts did nothing to provide pressure on his sensitive cock. What it did do, however, was drag teasing featherlight touches across his bulbous head. If he focused hard on his sense of touch as his length bobbed, he could feel the cool edges of the wet material, his precum having left an ever-expanding patch. 

His brows furrowed as he whined, getting impatient, eyes searching for anything he missed before he sits down. Having already shed his shirt the moment he entered the room, Choso went for the elastic band of his shorts. Lifting his hips, he pulled the band upwards and over with both thumbs. His thick dick waved in the air, too hard to lie flat on his stomach. 

“Fuck, I’m so horny,” Choso whispered to himself, throwing his shorts to the floor. Knowing if he touched himself now, it would all be pointless, Choso took a few deep breaths before leaning over to his bedside table. Opening the bottom drawer, he grabbed the stack of polaroids and a roll of tape. Dropping the roll on his chest he shuffled through them. 

Dozens of polaroids all had the same subject, Y/N. Some, of her fully clothed, but most from a beach trip they took two months ago. A tiny purple bikini was all she wore. Breasts nearly spilling out of the too small cups, and ties of the bikini bottoms digging into full hips. There were so many provocative poses from her and Shoko’s ‘model shoot’. Flipping to the second last one, his breath hitched and his cock twitched. A large bead of precum slipped out of his slit, globbing down his length and pooling at the base. 

Shoko had insisted Choso should get a better angle, to make her look taller, so Choso was sat on the sand. While it made Shoko look taller, what he didn't expect was for this new angle to give him a perfect shot of your ass. More precisely the bottom of your ass and in between your legs. What’s worse, was that you decided to turn around. Your plush thighs stood open, leaving enough room for the lens to get a good glimpse of your covered pussy. 

Having just come out of the water a few minutes ago, the thin bathing suit fabric clung to your lips, accentuating every swell and dip. The fabric was darker than the rest of the bottoms, having taken longer to dry, but Choso likes to think it was for another reason. Precisely? Him. Looking up, your cute tummy looked so soft. And further up, the tiny triangles barely covered your nipples, obvious by the fact they poked into the very edge of the fabric, making them so easy to locate. But what made the picture Choso’s favourite, was the fact he caught you looking right at him. Your eyes slightly off centre, looking past the lens to where Choso was, behind it. 

Yep, this one. 

Carefully pulling placing his precious polaroids back into the drawer, he rips off a piece of tape and turns around on the bed. Making sure the strip of tape didn’t cover any of the image, Choso taped it at the centre of his headboard. Flopping back on his back, he could feel his heart beating faster, knowing he'd finally be able to start soon. 

Reaching back in the drawer, he felt around for his favourite toy. It was a simple, clear pocket pussy. Bringing it up, he put it beside him. 

Closing his eyes, Choso placed his hands on his chest. Feeling his hard nipples on his palms, he begins circling the left while pinching his right nipple. Biting his lip he muffles a sweet whine that tired to escape. Licking his lips he drags his hand down his front, pressing into his abs and tracing the centre line. 

Cracking his eyes open he watches as he reaches his pubes. He gives the dark hair a gentle tug, moaning low in his chest as his cock bobs in the air. The red tip glistening, veins more prominent from the neglect. Choso licks his lips again, biting his bottom lip. Tracing his finger in the pool of precum, he closes his hand, spreading it along his palm. Taking a deep breath and looking through half lidded eyes, his wet hand hovers around his base before closing. 

Choso feels like he could cum right then and there. His brows pinch together as he moans into the room, breath catching in his chest. Creating a tight fist, he drags it up and down his length. Once. Twice. A third time. But the fourth his eyes have slipped shut again and he sighs at each tug. The slick sound of his hand on his dick makes him whine out your name before babbling;

“need you...hnggg please, fuck...need your pussy on meee,”

A clumsy hand pats around the bed beside him, trying to find the sex toy. Once his sticky fingers find it, he’s bringing it up to his mouth, moaning. Pressing the silicon toy to his lips he groans out;

“fuck Y/N, please sit on my face,” 

Leaning up against the toy, Choso makes out with the lips. His tongue licking into the tight hole, pushing his face deeper into it, bending his nose in the process. His laboured breathing speeds up as he continues to masturbate himself. Fuck, does he wish you were sat on his face right now. Choso wonders what your pretty moans would sound like. Would you sigh your pleasure or were you more of a whiner. Shit. Would you whine his name? Screwing his eyes tighter, Choso could feel the tears slipping down his cheeks. Biting back a sob of pleasure he realizes that he’s much closer than he’d like to be. 

Ripping the pocket pussy from his mouth, he gives himself one more stroke before flipping himself on all fours. His hazy eyes focus on the polaroid taped to his headboard. Biting his lip he strokes the side of your face in the picture.

“hold on just a sec baby. Gotta line myself up here” 

Tugging a pillow down he folds it and wedges the toy in between the pillow and the mattress. Hissing as he uses one hand to guide his length to the opening of the toy, the other arm supports his weight. Glancing back up at the photo of you be begins speaking again. 

“all ready baby,” Choso smears the his tip along the silicon lips, groaning. The texture of the toy rub against the sensitive nerves of his cockhead. Choso adds more pressure and moans as he grinds the bottom of his tip on the fake clit. 

“please baby, please tell me you want this” Choso lip wobbles as he tries to focus on your cute face. His eyes sliding down to your pussy and how much detail your wet bathing suit captured. Biting his lips he talks to you again, his hips gently thrusting;

“please, you do, don't you? You want my thick- fuhnggck, my thick cock in your pussy? Of course you do. Fuck baby girl. Imma put it in...ok?” Without warning Choso’s tip slips into the toy, past the first tight ring. 

Choso tightly shuts his eyes as he bites down hard on his lip, tasting blood. Fuck, he couldn't cum so early, what would he do when he really had you in his bed? He deliriously thought. Holding his breath he began to push in, his mouth hanging open in a silent moan. He couldn't help but focus on how each ridge of the toy gripped and squeezed his length. The tightness was driving him insane as he pulled his hips back, pulling himself from the toy. 

All at once Choso felt his eyes tear up as a sob escaped him. The suction from the toy created a vacuum that just felt too good on his sensitive head. Trying, and failing, to maintain eye contact with your picture, Choso closed his eyes and conjured up a prefect mental image of you. Wrapping his arms around the pillows, his hips began to thrust in earnest now. Heavy and quick ruts shook the bed as he struggled to talk through sobs of pleasure. 

“’m so sorry baby..can’t slow down...feels too good...’m sorry fuck, so tight”

His whines continued to fill the room as he shoved his face into the pillows. Wanting nothing more than to suck on your perky nipples. Choso whimpered and found the corner of his pillow. Moaning as his tongue flicked along the seam, soaking it. As he thrust into the pillow, it began to shift. With a particularly aggressive jerk the toy slipped to a new angle. Choso’s eyes rolled back in his skull as his hips wildly thrust into the toy, rhythm lost. The feeling of cold air hitting his wet balls, mixed with the suction on his swollen tip and your face painted in his mind had Choso cumming harder than he ever has before. The feeling starting in his stomach spread as his muscles tensed painfully, teeth grinding on the pillow in his mouth, face crumpling in pleasure as tears ran down his face. Choso’s entire body convulsed as rope after rope of hot sticky cum painted the clear toy white. Panting like an animal he finally stilled after the longest orgasm of his life. 

After the afterglow had passed, Choso begins by slowly unclenching his hands from the pillows, stiff joints protesting. A loud sob rips itself from his throat as his hips move, shifting his still hard length in the toy. Whimpering he carefully lifts himself on shaky arms, reaching down to try and pull himself out. Gentle tugs and attempts to get the toy off did not go to plan. The overstimulation making Choso cry and pant quick breaths. The sensation was overwhelming as he tries again, this time pulling harder. It hurt, but felt so good too. 

“Fuck” He whimpers, but for some reason his hand goes to tug the toy on his length again. The voice in the back of his head telling him to keep going, to continue. His hips weakly squirm, not knowing if he wanted to chase or run away from the extreme feeling. Moaning he feels that familiar sensation in his stomach. He was gonna cum again. With the one brain cell he has left, he takes his chance and braces himself. Teetering on the edge, he holds his base with one hand and the toy in the other. His mouth opens in a silent cry he pulls the toy clean off. Thinner ropes of cum spurt from his tip as he curls in on himself. Body tensing before un-tensing and relaxing, cock finally softening. Collapsing back into his bed, his head feels fuzzy as his ears ring slightly. Once his breathing returns to normal, he can’t help but chuckle and hum in satisfaction, stretching. 

Yes he still needs to clean up, but, he’s also already planning next time. 

I do not authorize any plagiarism, copying, reproducing, etc. of my work. Thank you for respecting this.

[ohmenai]

Bulge Paradise: When XXL Ain't Enough

Oh Men! That day at Peachy Beach was something else. The only word that comes to mind is Paradise. But, taking a chill sunbath here is straight-up impossible; the views are so intense I can't ever keep my camera in its bag.

He was a titan in every sense, a giant who commanded attention just by being. Every move he made dragged along this burdened mass of muscles, jiggling fat, and an uncontainable black monster cock that bounced with each step. Sporting nothing but a soaking wet, yellow thong that's XXL in name but hilariously inadequate in reality, his beastly dick and bull-sized balls erupt from all angles. Flesh spills out like a decadent feast no piece of fabric could possibly contain.

From my low-angle view, his head seemed almost laughably small compared to the rest of his humongous form. That smirk of his—part mischievous, part knowing—sliced right through my lens and into my senses. Pink lips parting under a scruffy beard, a twinkle from that tiny earring dangling from his ear. The man was pure temptation.

One strap of his thong clings to his waist properly, while the other tantalizingly hangs above it. It's so provocatively careless that it induces instant salivation. His obscene hips and thick fat strain the fabric to its breaking point. His belly button sprawls horizontally under the shadow of all that belly flesh.

The coarse thickness of his pubic hair peeking out at the waistband, the rugged roughness along his abs, and the definition in his veiny bulky arms, make my eyes can't help but feast on the detailed landscape of this man.

His pecs were a sculptor’s dream—round and firm—each nipple dark and perfectly circular, making you want to trace their outline with your tongue. The sky above us had patches of clouds, and the land from another part of Manailand framed the scene like paradise's perfect canvas.

A small speck of sweat runs down from his belly, mingling with sea salt as he saunters closer still, almost filling my entire frame. Here we are, surrounded by nature's most erotic provocations and he stands there: invincible, insurmountable, and infinitely fuckable.

I gather my courage and stride up to him. If he's cool with posing for my photos, then maybe he won’t mind rubbing some sunscreen on my back in return? The idea sends a delightful shiver down my spine as I click the next shot—the aperture wide open to soak up every luscious detail.

- "Hey big guy," I call out, "Mind giving me a hand with some sunscreen? He said nothing.

Suddenly, he pauses—almost as if he's aware of his own spellbinding power over the lens. He cups his bulging cock through the nearly transparent thong, giving it a firm squeeze as if begging to be free. His beefy thighs tighten and look like they'll crush anything caught between them.

Then, as he approaches, his shadow engulfs me in delicious anticipation. Thick fingers grip the bottle and I can already feel the heat building behind me—not just from the sun but from the promise of much more skin-on-skin contact than this beach scene, and as he spread the creamy lotion over my back, his touch promised a night filled with thug life delights...

[spiderlily-w1tch-blog]

𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝙳𝚎𝚗𝚔𝚒 - 𝙾𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝙵𝚒𝚕𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝕎𝕀𝕊���𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊

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ft Festival/fireworks + on a blanket ft Kirishima, nipple play, fingering, belly bulge, threesome, spit roasting, throat pie, creampie, quirk play(small Electric Zaps); ft a good bit of explicit x kiri towards the end and KirixKami if you reeeeaaaally squint

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own BNHA or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors

WC: 4,323

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Includes Threesome, hints of future Polyamory/Threesomes, 1(One) use of N/n, 1st Person POV, obligatory exhibitionism/public sex warning (Series Warning)

【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

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I happily pressed against Denki’s side, tucked into him and laying on the blanket to watch the upcoming fireworks.

“Ei! You got the camera? You gotta get some good shots, I hear they’re gonna be especially gorgeous this year!” I call out to my best friend when I saw him jogging back over the hill.

“Yup! Got it right here!” He cheers, holding said camera up with the safety strap around his wrist. I grin widely at him and shift to a silly expression when I see that he’s already recording. I laugh in joy at the whole situation, being wrapped in my boyfriend’s arms on a nice, cool summer night, my best friend along with us, about to enjoy some beautiful fireworks.

“Denki, look,” I turned my head to smile lovingly up at my boyfriend as I nod my head in the direction of the camera. He looks up and sees Ei pointing the camera right at us with a goofy grin of his own.

“Yo, what’s up!” He laughs as he brings his arm up as a sort of wave.

“So, Mr Kaminari, tell us about yourself, who is this lovely little thing on your arm?“ Our self-appointed cameraman asks in a deepened voice that makes me giggle.

“Well, Mr Cameraman,” he shifts his attention from looking into the camera to looking down at me, “this sexy little babe is my spectacular,” he presses a quick kiss to my lips, “lovely,” another kiss, “perfect,” yet another peck, “girlfriend.” He smirks at my flushed, smiling face as he reaches across his body to plant his hand on my waist.

“Well, as a completely neutral party with no association with the two of you in the slightest,” my head fell forward into Denki’s shoulder as I laughed at Eijirou’s over-exaggeration of his role, “I must say that I agree with your assessment. This lovely young lady is, indeed, positively sexy,” his ‘cameraman voice’ tapers off at the end, so it ends up just being Ei calling me sexy. I lift my head and bite my lip as I send a sultry smile at the camera.

“Why thank you, Mr Cameraman. Or should I just say, Ei?” I tease, sending ‘bedroom eyes’ at the lens.

“Kami knows there isn’t a single sane person who wouldn’t see how fucking hot you are, baby,” Denki says lowly, though loud enough for the camera to pick it up, as he leans down to press wet kisses to my neck.

“Fuck..” Ei breathes, biting his lip with a small smile on his face as he watches Denki’s display of ravishing me.

“Fuck is right, oh Kami..” I groan out as he begins to suck on a sensitive spot on my neck.

Ei moves to sit on his knees on the edge of the blanket, keeping the camera trained on us. Denki raised his head from my neck and leans in to kiss my lips, our tongues immediately tangling. Ei begins to shuffle around, closer to us but not in the way, zooming in on our messily locked lips. So long as we’re being recorded, I decided, why not put on a show? I open my mouth and move my tongue to dance wetly with Denki’s in between both our open mouths.

I hear Ei lightly groan at the view and close my lips to suck on Denki’s tongue. Our bodies shift slightly to be facing each other just a bit more. We go back to kissing each other, though it’s sloppier than before, with spit dripping down our lips and creating ropes between us when we separate.

Denki returns his head down to my neck, then kisses down my collarbone, sucking on the skin lightly until he gets to the neckline of my cami tank top. His hand on my waist slides up and gropes my boob over my cami while his other slinks up my thigh and teases his fingertips at the edge of my skirt. Ei zooms the camera back out to catch the whole scene, Denki’s tongue practically down my throat, one hand groping my breast, the other inching its way under my skirt.

Denki and I had to pull away and as our tongues receded from each other mouths, thick strands of saliva connected us before they broke and dripped down our chins. Taking the opportunity, I look over at Ei and the camera and find him palming himself through his basketball shorts. I bite my lip with a smile and glanced back at Denki to motion for him to take a look. He got a wolfish grin as he saw his best friend so hard from watching him and his girlfriend practically fucking.

“Y’know, I think it’d feel a whole lot better if you actually touch it instead of rubbing over your clothes, dude,” my boyfriend prompts, taking a good look at the impressive tent in his shorts. Ei looks startled for a moment before he grins back at us and slightly struggles to wiggle out of his clothes with one hand while trying to keep the camera steady. I giggled at the show and got on my hands and knees and crawl towards him.

“Lemme help, Eiji,” I smile and take the camera and turn it around to aim it at the redhead, “you look so good right now.” He blushes before continuing his actions of shuffling his shorts down his legs. Once he’s out of them, he makes quick work of pulling his low-cut muscle tee up and off his body. I tilt my head beside the camera and bite my lip again while I look him up and down and lowly hum at the sight.

He gets up on his knees and presses his hands to the front of his hipbones and presented a bit. At first, I thought he was presenting for the camera but when I catch his eye, I realize that he’s presenting for us. I smile at that and rub my thighs together before he smirks and reached for the camera in my hold. He leans closer to me than he has to and I gladly appreciate the view of his pecs and hard cock so close to me.

“You ready to put on a show, princess?” He asks lowly as he glances down at my lips. I smile again and lean forward to brush my lips against his, though don’t fully kiss him.

“Absolutely,” I mutter and pull back before he can move to fully press his mouth to mine. I wink at him as a sort of promise of ‘maybe later.’ I crawl back to Denki and sit back on my knees and leave my legs spread, but my skirt dips down enough that it hides the main event.

“You look like you’re having fun, baby,” Denki smirks as he comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist and presses a kiss to my jaw.

“Oh, I am… I so am…” I sigh out and close my eyes in bliss when his hands move up to cup and squeeze my tits. He lets out a low chuckle and dips his head down to kiss and nip at my neck.

“I’m so glad, baby…” He groans into my ear, his voice low and sultry. He slid his hands up and hooks his fingers into the top of my cami and slowly drags it down to let my tits pop free. “Ooh.. Would you look at that…” He hisses a gasp and brings his hands underneath my tits and accentuated them as he plays with them for the camera. I moan and throw my head back on his shoulder when his fingers found my nipples and started pinching and pulling.

“Fuck, such a pretty sight.” Ei mutters and zooms in on my tits before aiming at my face to capture my pleasure.

“Mm.. Fuck baby, please..!” I whine out when the ache between my legs gets to be just too much. Ei’s cock twitched at my voice and I send a glance right at him to tease him just a bit.

“Who am I to deny such a pretty little thing?” Denki asks, a smirk more than evident in his voice. As he continued to grope my tit with his right hand, his left creeps down my form and lands on my skirt splayed out over my thighs. “So fuckin’ pretty, baby.” Denki presses a kiss to my neck and laves over it before he began sucking it to leave me a nice hickey.

His hand on my thigh begins to curl and bunch up my skirt to expose my panties to Eijirou who lowers himself to get a good angle. Finally, I decide that teasing the camera isn’t worth the prolonged ache in my cunny and reach down to grab the hem. I pull it up to my midsection and show off my pastel yellow panties with a little black bow on the front.

Denki had bought them for me for our second anniversary. It came as a set with a matching bra with black trim on top and a nice little black bow right in between my boobs. That, unfortunately, didn’t last because Denki got too excited when I wore it for his birthday just a couple months later and ended up ripping it open when the clasp got stuck. I hardly mind, though, didn’t then and I don’t now, because, Oh Kami, it was so fucking hot.

“Ooh, baby, you wearing my favorite panties?” My boyfriend mumbles into my neck, sounding like he was barely restraining himself.

“You know it, wanna be good for you.” I tease, bucking my hips just slightly to get his hand to brush over my wet cunt under the soft fabric. He groans at the contact and can’t resist any longer. He rubs me over my panties for a bit, going up and down my slit and paying special attention to my clit every so often. Then, it seems he just can’t hold back, he slips the fabric to the side and swipes through my slick folds more before deftly inserting 2 fingers inside me.

My thighs tensed as I let out a moan and arch my back into him, one hand coming up to grip onto his bicep to ground myself. Denki works his fingers hard and fast and damn does he know how to use that quirk. It’s just barely noticeable when he sends little shocks to the walls of my cunt and to my nipple as he pinches it again. The little shocks bring me closer to the edge and it still renders me speechless at how fast he can get me so close so fast. A whining moan escapes me and my nails dig into his arm, leaving little crescent indents. Ei leaned back again and zoomed out just enough that he could switch the focus to either my tits or my dripping, squelching cunt with minimal movement.

"Fuuuuck.. Denki!" The heel of his palm ground into my clit and it seemed to only accentuate the minuscule zaps he sent into my fluttering walls.

"You gonna cum, baby? You gonna fuckin' cum?" Denki speeds up his fingers and focusses his zaps into my nipple that he still has pinched between his forefinger and thumb. "Go ahead, baby. Come on, babygirl. Cum for me. Cum on my fingers, baby. I want you to cum on my fingers before I fuck you so deep and hard right here on this blanket. There're so many people 'round here, baby. I want all of 'em to hear you. I want them all to hear what you sound like when you cum so pretty on my fingers. Want 'em to know who you fuckin' belong to." His voice was gruffer than before as he spoke directly into my head from where his chin is hooked over my shoulder.

"Y-yes! Fuck yes! Fuck, please, I wanna cum so bad! Please make me cum, baby..!" I whine out unabashedly. I really don't care who sees or hear me, I just want to cum. Wanna cum so bad...

"Ooh, good girl. Good fuckin' girl. That's it, baby, go on and cum right on my fingers. 'M makin' you feel good, yea?" I couldn't muster any coherent words anymore, not when his fingers curl so deliciously directly into my g-spot and the praise he practically growled in my ear, so I resorted to just wordlessly nodding my head which a high-pitched attempt at an affirming hum after I attempted to speak.

"'M'onna.. 'm'onna c-cuuhh-" I couldn't form the words and it seemed to please him, even moreso if I had to guess.

"Perfect, baby. So good for me." The praise he continued to mutter into my ear finally pushed me over the edge and as Ei zoomed out fully, keeping the view of my cum, squirting over Denki's hand and spilling out onto the blanket, mostly centred but still capturing my blissed and fucked out expression.

I cried out loudly in pleasure as my body twitched in my boyfriend's hold, moreso when he didn't stop his movements while I was still cumming and even after. My head is thrown back against his shoulder and my throat already feels nearly raw from how loud I moaned when I came and from how breathless I had been since the start of this whole thing with Denki kissing me as hard and long as he did. The needy whines and high-pitched pleads and moans in between didn't help either. His hand finally left my oversensitive cunt and massaged soothing circles on my hip, his other stayed on my chest and simply cupped my breast, rubbing his thumb back and forth on the side in a small apology for the abuse on my sensitive bud.

“You did so good, baby. So so fuckin' good,” Denki muttered into my skin as he kisses along the column of my throat, “you want your reward now?” The promise of his thick cock filling me up immediately gets my hips twitching and a whine building in my throat.

“Please, Denki. Wan’ it so bad.” I whined, almost forgetting about the camera until I hear Ei grunt from behind it. I look up and, in my still-hazy state, roll my hips to show off my pussy more and take a deep breath to accentuate my titties, and to get more air in my lungs to regulate my breathing from the intense high that still had me heaving.

“Who am I to refuse a request from my pretty baby when she’s begging so nicely?” I feel Denki's hot breath against my neck as he pressed light, teasing kisses there, and I could practically hear the smirk in his voice. His hand on my chest slid down and grabs at my hip as his other moved back towards my mound. Rather than continue his assault on my womanhood, his fingers splayed around it and spread my lips open. I shivered at the air that met my wetness, even with the August heat, the night air has a chill that made me shudder. His hand still on my hip squeezed and, finally, I feel his cock head rubbing through my wetness.

"Holy shit..." Ei breathed as he leans down more to get the action on camera. He bit his lip again, this time hard enough that his shark-like teeth broke the skin. He didn't seem to mind as not even a hiss escapes him, he stays focussed on the sight of my boyfriend's cock sliding over my pussy. I moan when his tip brushes my clit and Denki chuckles seductively in my ear and focusses his movements to keep rubbing against my bud.

"You like that baby? 's it feel good? Or d’you want me inside you, pretty baby?" His breath ghosted over my ear as he spoke to me, his tongue coming out afterwards to lick at the shell of my ear. I shudder at the feeling but manage to compose myself to answer him.

"W-wan' you.. 'nside. Wan' y’u i'side s'bad.." My words were slurred from how cock drunk he makes me. The words were high pitched with the whine crawling up my throat from his teasing.

"Of course, baby. Anything for my princess." He pressed a kiss to the side of my head before he pulled his hips back enough to angle his hips and align his member with my entrance. Once he was in position, he snaps his hips forward and buried his cock all the way to the hilt in one go. My back arches and a loud moan is ripped from my throat with my eyes blown wide as my hand flies back to tangle itself in his hair.

"FUCK!" I don't even try to mind the people in our radius, more than likely they look over and see what's going on but I don't spare them more than a second of thought. Denki's hand slides up from where it rested over my mound to rest on my tummy to press down lightly on the bulge that appeared with his thick cock buried so deep inside me. Eiji groans behind the camera and vaguely I recognize his hand moving down his body towards his own dick. I get a moment of rest before Denki's hand is planted firmly on my free hip and he starts thrusting.

"Hoooly shiiit, babygirl.. So fuckin' tight. Nice and warm inside you, princess. So fuckin' perfect." Denki's strained voice calls from behind me while he speeds up his thrusts and nearly jackhammers into me. I let loose broken and cut-off moans as he slammed into me, each thrust jolted my body forward with its force and I couldn't keep myself upright with just my pure will. Realizing this, Denki took his left hand from my hip and instead, moves it to my shoulder to help keep me from falling forward.

"D-Den-ki..!" I moan out as the new angle had him slam directly into that special spot inside of me. My best friend’s groans could be heard and, through my pleasure, I managed to focus in on him. I see his hand wrapped firmly around his base, like he’s trying to keep himself from cumming. As Denki keeps ramming into me, I purposely lean forward and send a sultry gaze at the camera that follows my motions.

Denki seemed to realize what I was doing as his hand slides from my shoulder down my back as I lower myself. I set a hand down on the ground in front of me to stabilize myself as I feel Denki’s thrusts speed up again. His hands grasped tightly at my hips and he snaps his hips into me harder and faster, rocking me back and forth.

“Ohoho.. Good girl. You’re such a sweet baby,” Denki chuckled as he pounded into my g-spot, making it hard for me to focus. Looking up, I see Eiji’s confused, but very turned on, gaze on me until I lift my other hand to his leaking member. With the camera aimed directly at me and my motions, he takes a sharp inhale when I run my fingers up the side of his cock with feather light touches.

“Holy shit…” All three of us hear a voice from beside us, a bit away, but we do little to react other than a smirk growing on my lips. As Ei moves his hand, I take his member in my own and only tease him a little bit.

I run my tongue up his shaft and swirl it over his tip before fully taking him into my mouth and letting Denki’s rough thrusts do the rest. I keep my right hand planted on the ground to keep myself up while I grab at my best friend’s thigh to keep him still with my left. My body rocks back and forth on both cock with my boyfriend’s hard thrusts into my dripping cunt.

“She feels fuckin’ great, right, Kiri?” Denki chuckles through his strained breaths and grunts.

“Yea, holy shit… I dunno how you’re not inside her 24/7 when she feels so good..!” Ei grunts as he shifts the camera to catch Denki’s cock sliding in and out of my pussy, my juices coating him and practically making him shine.

“Oh, it’s fuckin’ tempting.” Denki bites his lip with a smirk and angles his hips to slam directly into my cervix. Ei glides the camera up to capture his sexy expression and the sight had him rolling his hips, pushing his cock deeper down my throat. I gagged a bit but quickly adapted and slightly bobbed my head a bit along with Denki’s thrusts pushing me forward. My moans were muffled by Ei’s length and I feel him twitch in my mouth, alerting me that he’s close to his end.

“Damn, Kiri, you close? Looks like you found fuckin’ heaven over there..” My boyfriend’s light voice teased our best friend, though he didn’t seem to be fairing any better.

With Denki’s long, thick hot dick pushing so perfectly inside me, scraping against all the perfect spots and ramming deliciously into my cervix, I knew I wasn’t far behind. If my boyfriend’s moans getting louder are any indicator, he’s nearing his own climax as well. Mr Cameraman moves the shot again and stops for a moment to capture Denki sliding in and out of my squelching pussy again, then he moves it all the way back to my face. His tan cock glides down my throat again and again and the view has him twitching even more.

Denki’s hand slipped down between my legs again and his fingers deftly start playing with my clit, wrenching a wanton moan from my throat. Muffled by Eiji’s cock, it sends vibrations up his shaft and the sensations become his undoing.

“Oh- Fuck! Holy fuck- holy fuck! Oh, Kami yes! Fuck yea, baby, take it all. Take it all!” Thick spurts of cum shoot into my mouth and down my throat and it makes my eyes roll back with the feeling. I swallow as much as I can and moan at the taste. The dual sensations of Ei’s thick hot cum filling my mouth and Denki’s skillful fingers on my little clitty, as well as his cock still jackhammering my insides and hitting all the right spots and pounding my cervix perfectly, has me seeing stars. My arms and legs tremble as my second orgasm wracks through my body. My fluids gush around my lover’s cock and my walls clamp down around him. Ei shot the camera up to catch the lovely scene.

“Holy shit, baby..! Ohfuckohfuckohfuck- Ohhh fuck yes, baby! Just fuckin’ like that-!” Denki’s moans were almost frantic as his hips stuttered and his hands clamps down on my waist again. Finally, as he slammed into me with deliberate thrusts, his cum shot out into me and filled my cunny to the brim.

With his tip pounding directly into my cervix, I could almost feel his cum flood my womb. The warmth that filled me from both ends and all the sensations of pleasure gave me another orgasm just as my second climax ended. Denki stayed inside me as Ei slipped out. My arms gave out and my back arched as my front fell down to the blanket. Denki rubbed a soothing hand up my spine and set it firmly at the base of my spine as he began to pull out.

“Fuck- fuckfuckfuck-!” I ramble as his cock drags along my sensitive walls again.

“I know, baby, I know. You did so good, pretty girl.” My boyfriend leaned down and pressed comforting kisses to my shoulder once he was fully out and I could feel his cum leaking out of me. “C’mere, princess,” he spoke gently as he sat down behind me and guided my hips to sit between his legs.

“That was so amazing, N/n. You’re so so pretty,” Ei smiled at me as he turned off the camera. I weakly smiled back as I panted against Denki’s chest who had his arms around my middle. “Good thing we brought 2 blankets, huh?” The redhead chuckled and coaxed a tired laugh out of me, as well.

“Enjoy the show, perverts?” Denki called to the side and, once again, I could hear the smirk in his voice. I lolled my head to the side and saw a small group of people, all still looking over at us. With the little strength I have left in my arms, I gave them a cheeky smile while I wiggle my fingers at them in a wave. Ei chuckles at them and comes back to our side with the other big blanket we brought in case we got cold. Denki turned my face to him and gave me a sweet kiss and groaned happily at the taste of my mouth as we felt Ei wrap the blanket around all of us.

“That was certainly a fun way to pass the time, huh?” Ei joked beside us, coaxing a giggle from me. “You really did look so fuckin pretty, princess.” He muttered as he kissed my cheek, “And holy hell, dude, since when can you look hot like that?” Denki mocked offense was a dramatic scoff and a hand over his heart.

“Excuse you! I am always this hot! Tell ‘im, baby!” I giggled and rested back more into Denki again.

“Well, I wouldn’t say always…” I tease, earning myself an offended gasp.

“Betrayed! By my love! Ugh- I knew it. You two are plotting against me…” He sniffles dramatically and can’t hold up the act much longer when we all burst out laughing.

“Oh! Ei! Grab the camera! I think the fireworks are starting!!” I call excitedly and point at the sky. He grabs the camera and turns it on right as the first one explodes in the sky.

— — —

𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥:

@frosch-thefrog

[st4rfckerz]

mdni 18+

Anakin lay on his bed with his eyes closed, his breathing heavier than usual. He pulled the bedsheets up to his waist, his hands gripping the fabric tightly. His mind was racing, images flashing through his thoughts like a strobe light. And it was all about you. He missed you, he missed your touch, your voice, everything. So, he decided to show you how much he missed you. His hands explored the bed, brushing against his own body, desperate to alleviate the burning ache. His fingers trailed down to his groin, and his breathing hitched.

As he nervously pushed up his silver glasses, Anakin grabbed his phone, opened the camera app, and began to record himself. He positioned it strategically next to him, ensuring it captured every detail of his body sprawled out on the bed. Once he was satisfied with the angle, he leaned back against the pillows, his eyes dropping to the camera. The lens captured his flushed face, the disheveled bed, and the hand that was now making slow, teasing movements. His hand gently squeezed his boxer clad erection and a soft exhale escaped his raw, bitten lips, the cam capturing the erotic display, as he began to slowly stroke himself through the soft, plaid fabric.

He eventually pushed the waistband of his boxers down, revealing his swollen, throbbing erection. The cool air hit his sensitive skin, making him shiver. He resumed his ministrations, stroking himself with renewed vigor. His hips bucked up to meet his hand, his chest heaving with every ragged breath.

Anakin spit into his palm, coating it with saliva. His hand began to move slowly yet deliberately, the wetness providing the slickness he craved. His eyes rolled back, and he let out a soft whimper, the sound barely perceptible in the room. “I miss you, so so much,” The words were soft, a secret only for the camera to hear. “‘need you here with me.”

His hips jerked uncontrollably, his grip on his cock tightening. His breath caught in his throat, and a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. “Please, please, please,” Anakin whispered, his voice trembling as he neared the edge.

His body tensed, and with one final, desperate plea, he let go, his orgasm washing over him like a tidal wave. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through him, his body quivering as he rode it out. Anakin lay there, panting and drained. He reaches for his phone and shows the evidence of his release glistening on his stomach with an exhausted chuckle.

“Come home quick, okay? I love you.” The words seemed to carry the weight of all his longing and need.

[erosmutt]

ⵌ ꜱᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ⨾ ꜱᴀᴍ ᴍᴏɴʀᴏᴇ

𖦹 Straight To Video - Mindless Self Indulgence

“Face the camera.” Sam’s command rings through the room, demanding your complete attention as he forcefully hooks his fingers into your mouth, snapping your head back to face the camera. Your eyes meet the lens, wide and innocent, and you splutter a droll, slobbering laugh. Drool clings to Sam’s digits like silk, then spills in a trance of sticky trails, pooling on the floor beneath you.

Lowering himself, Sam’s breath caresses your exposed skin, traveling warm paths as his labret brushes against you. “Eyes on the prize, baby. Just. Like. That.” His mouth finds its way to your shoulder, biting softly and eliciting a shudder. The kitchen chair beneath you creaks, scraping against the linoleum floor with every wet smack of his hips against yours.

Your tongue flits against his fingers, cheeks flushed and streaked by faded mascara-stained tears. Sam’s hand, still coated in your saliva, moves to the base of your neck, gripping tightly, threatening to cut off your airflow with the improper grasp. “Sammy,” you drawl, tits bouncing, vision blurred from the tears welled up in your eyes.

The steady flash of the recording indicator taunted you as Sam began to plow you into the chair. You grab at the back of it, a throaty moan leaving you as your eyes roll back, the camera hungrily catching every bounce and jolt, your swollen lipgloss-smeared lips parting further as he digs his fingers into the inside of your cheek. Your thighs trembled, the wet sound of flesh on flesh echoing through the room.

“Shit,” Sam’s rhythm built steadily, each thrust more forceful than the previous. Your eyes dart pleadingly to the camera lens, seeking some vague promise of salvation, your pussy clenching around his cock. “Oh fuck,” Sam grunts as he pulls his hand away from your neck, both hands finding your ass. “Fuck it back on me pretty girl.”

Complying, you begin to fuck yourself back onto his cock, the kitchen chair beginning to creak worse, the sound grating. You brace yourself with your hands on the back of the chair, and Sam leans back, hands ghosting over your hips as he watches you, hissing. “Ooh, keep going.” He urges. He places his hands on your hips, thrusting in time to meet your ass against his hips.

Waves of exquisite agony coursed through you as the relentless onslaught of his cock drove you closer and closer to the brink. Sam leans down again, lips meeting your hair resting on the nape of your neck. His efforts redouble, groans of ecstasy muffled by the fervent press of his lips against you. 

Each slam of his hips was nothing short of cruelly divine, further clouding your head, the haze of arousal threatening to blot out your consciousness. Although a part of you ached for release, another part hungered for the sinful torment to continue indefinitely. “Look, god, at the fuckin’- hhoh, camera,” Sam moans, his growls deep and raw against your dampened skin.

“That’s right.” He hissed, grunts of carnal satisfaction turning into choked whimpers. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, brow furrowing as he slams his hips against your ass. “I’m so close baby, oh I’m gonna cum, ohh,” Sam throws his head back, mouth agape as he drives his cock into your gummy walls, nails digging into your skin.

He was too wrapped up in his own approaching orgasm to notice yours, entire body trembling and eyes fluttering closed as you clench and relax in waves, breath hitching until all that’s left is a twitching aftershock. With a final brutal thrust, Sam’s hips stutter then cease their movements, eyes rolling back as he empties hot, sticky ropes of cum into your slick cunt.

Spent, Sam falls forward, head resting against yours, his chest heaving as he cooled. The camera continued to roll, capturing your entangled bodies, dampened with sweat. He dips his head to run his tongue along your shoulder blade, humming at the salty taste. His hand comes up to lift your head, forcing you once more to face the unrelenting camera. “Gonna make another fuckin’ video… just for me to watch.”

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[makethatelevenrings]

Powerful // J. Todd x f!reader

Requested? Yes!

Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, miners welcome tho as long as ur over 18 u guys rock (haha get it), rough sex, implied consent that is discussed afterwards, degrading talk

Summary: Red Hood is furious at you for not taking orders. He decides to remind you what happens when you disobey.

“You must have a fucking death wish or something,” Red Hood hissed. His gloved fingers wrapped tightly around your upper arms and he slammed your back into the brick wall behind you. Laughing, you tossed your head back to clear your eyes and blinked up at him through the lenses of your mask.

“I was just doing my job, Hood. You were the one who got in my way,” you hummed. Selina, your adoptive mother, had sent you out to retrieve a certain necklace that a local drug lord was coveting, but you chose the same night as the Red Hood’s bust on the ring. Unfortunately for you, your mother held a soft spot for the helmeted hero so you diverted your tactics to aid him in beating back the goons that came pouring in when the first shots rang out.

You had gotten a few knife scrapes and a bullet graze or two, but other than that, you were unscathed. Hood, however, was fuming. The second you two grappled away, he had you cornered on some rooftop where you found yourself now.

“Do you think this is some kind of joke?” he snarled. One of his hands came up to grab your jaw, forcing you to look at him, lens to lens. You smirked against his tight grip and shrugged.

“It’s a little funny, don’t you think? Serendipitous, if anything.”

Hood let out a low growl. “I told you to back off. You disobeyed my orders.”

“You don’t order me, bat boy.”

Something in his body tightened, like a coil ready to release and spring into action. His hand tightened minutely before he released your jaw and then the rough leather of his gloves dipped down to stroke against your neck.

“When you’re on my side dealing with the people I deal with, I give you orders and you listen. Or else I’ll cuff you to the fucking doors next time.”

“That a threat?” you taunted, your breath ghosting across the bottom of his mask.

His hand clenched down on your throat and he spun you around in a second, his chest pressing flush against your back. His other hand grabbed the zipper at the base of your throat and yanked down, exposing your skin to the cool night air. He shoved the edges of your catsuit down and then dipped his fingers along your seam.

“Wet,” he mused. “Tell me, kitten, do you get off by beating the shit out of guys twice your size?”

He was clearly waiting for your answer. You shut your eyes and shook your head. His grip released around your throat but he kept it hovering there. Not a warning.

It was a collar.

“Tell me, kitten. What’s got you so worked up?”

“You,” you croaked out. Hood let out a pleased chuckle and then your hands scrabbled at the rough brick and your knees went weak as he slid two fingers inside of you with minimal resistance. The coarse leather pads of his gloves scraped along your inner walls and you whimpered, your head falling back against his shoulder. Tilting your head to the side, you pressed your forehead against the cold metal of his helmet.

He scissored his fingers and then curled them to press against that spongey part in you that had you whimpering and grasping at his wrist in an attempt to gain relief. You pulled your head forward, pressing your throat against his palm and he gave a short squeeze that had your thighs shaking.

“Please,” you mewled. Hood stilled his movements and then pulled away from you, leaving you cold and empty. He stepped back and studied you for a moment.

“On your fucking knees,” he ordered. You complied easily, your knees scraping against the concrete rooftop. Your feet were trapped in between the catsuit that hung around your ankles, trapping you from spreading your legs any farther.

Hood stripped off his gloves, one finger at a time, and shoved them in his pocket before he reached up to unlatch his helmet. A domino mask hid his identity underneath, but you had a chance to see the strong jaw and dark hair that occupied your mind at nights when you dipped two fingers inside of you and came with a muffled cry of his name on your tongue.

He stepped forward and crouched down so you were eye level. His hand came up to cup your chin and he tilted your head side to side. You knew you looked a wreck right with some bruises and a nasty scrape on your cheek when some guy got a lucky hit in.

What you weren’t expecting was for him to lean forward and lap his tongue against your abrasion before he tapped your jaw twice, prompting you to open your mouth. Hood spat into your mouth, a combination of your blood and his spit making your head spin. He crushed his lips to yours, teeth clashing and lips smarting as the two of you battled it out for some semblance of control.

You weren’t stupid. You knew he had you under his hand like a well trained pet.

Hood pulled away and stood, his boots disappearing from sight. You kept your eyes trained forward, knowing what was coming next. You could hear the jingle of his belt being opened and then the zip of his pants.

His hand cupped the back of your head and he shoved you down, your cheek meeting the cold floor below you. You let out a grunt and he soothed your bristled spine with a delicate kiss to your lower back.

And then he was sliding into you in one quick, sharp thrust.

Your mouth dropped open in a silent cry and your nails dug into the pebbled rocks that decorated the roof. He was so fucking big, it felt like he was splitting you apart. God, you were cock drunk on him anytime he took you like this.

Hood wasn’t a gentle lover. He took without gentleness or grace. He bullied his cock into you, opening you up and claiming you as his. His hips snapped against yours, driving his thighs into your ass. Drool dripped out of the corner of your mouth as every thought fled your mind during his brutal fucking.

One of his hands smacked across your ass, leaving a blistering heat behind as tears sprung to your eyes. You let out a quiet cry and he soothed the spot he struck before leaving another hit right after.

“The next time you disobey my orders,” he seethed. “You’re going to remember this. You’re going to remember what your disobedience feels like. Isn’t that right, you little cocksleeve?”

You let out a pathetic little sob and nodded, feeling the gravel dig into your already battered skin. This shouldn’t be so erotic, but you could feel yourself clenching around him with every filthy word he spat into your ear. You could still taste him on your tongue and god, it was heavenly.

“I wonder what those fuckers would think seeing you on your knees and taking my cock like the whore you are. You aren’t so scary like this, aren’t you, kitten? But that would mean letting others see you. Who does this cunt belong to?”

“You,” you whispered. Shame flooded your body at the thought of Gotham knowing that you were simply Red Hood’s whore. All the work and training you had done, resulting in being a glorified fleshlight.

Your cunt pulsed with need and you whimpered, your hand starting to drift down to touch your neglected clit but he grabbed your hand and slammed it down by your head. Hood pinned you now, his cockhead hitting your g-spot with every single thrust. You were close and so was he. In fact, his hips were stuttering to a stop and then he let out a low groan before he spilled into your pussy, hot and warm and filling you with both his milky cum and a burning pleasure at knowing that he chose you to dump his load into.

Hood stayed there for a moment and you could feel his cock twitch between your weeping folds and his breath puff against your cheek. Then he was pulling out of you without ceremony, tucking himself back inside his pants and zipping his tac pants up, and staring down at your arched back and raw ass.

He reached down and swiped a finger through your puffy pussy lips, collecting some of his seed on his skin, before he approached your head. Hood bent down and forced his finger between your drool-soaked lips. You eagerly latched onto the treat he had given you and savored the salty taste of him.

Hood stepped away and then he was gone.

After five minutes, you were able to pull yourself together enough to struggle to your feet and zip your suit back on. Your cunt pulsed with unfinished need as it rubbed against the tight kevlar-spandex fabric and you nearly cried as it pulled across your aching need when you grappled towards the Bowery.

Landing on a different roof, you stumbled as you landed and then beelined for the roof access door. Your boots slid along the slick plastic stairs and you shook your head to clear away the distraction. You could stick your vibrator onto your clit the second you were home and finally get to come apart.

The door to your apartment opened before you could even reach for the handle and two calloused hands pulled you inside. You exhaled in relief and sagged back against the door as your lover locked it and then buried his nose into the crook of your neck. His fingers gently and slowly pulled the zipper down at the front of your suit before slipping three fingers into you.

You grabbed onto his shoulders and moaned as he worked you open, his thumb drawing circles around your clit. He slid his free arm around your waist and encouraged you to let your weight fall against him. Your legs trembled as the tether of pleasure in your gut finally snapped and pleasure shot through your spine. White-hot orgasmic bliss had your eyes rolling back into your head and a heady moan escaped you, his name panting on your lips.

Your lover chuckled as he extracted his fingers and then he lifted them to his mouth, sucking your juices clean off of his skin. You took that time to come back to yourself and study the beautiful man before you. A shock of white hair divided his sea of inky dark curls, but it did nothing to obscure his sharp teal gaze. A smirk tugged at his lips and you were so grateful that he wasn’t wearing a domino right now, giving you a chance to take him all in.

“Was I too rough?” Jason asked as he helped you step out of your boots, leaving you completely bare. He kept his arm around your waist as you limped towards the bedroom, the soreness from the battle and fucking already starting to seep into your muscles.

“It was so fucking hot,” you panted. “And I would have used the safeword if I needed it.”

His lips pressed against your temple, right next to the scrape on your forehead, and he leaned back with a hiss of air escaping his teeth. “Let’s patch you up, sweetheart. You’re sleeping in tomorrow.”

“I’d like to point out that I still got the necklace.”

“And I’d like to point out that I wasn’t fuckin’ kidding. Don’t you dare disobey my orders. I need you safe out there.”

You grimaced as he helped you sit on the closed toilet lid and blinked up at him. Jason cradled your cheek in one of his large palms and your eyes slid shut, turning your head to press a kiss to his palm.

“I know. But you also need to stop doubting me. I can handle myself.”

He let out a grunt and bent down to kiss your forehead. “We’re tabling this argument for later. Can’t stand seeing blood on you.”

Red Hood might be a man who took what he wanted and didn’t care about your pleasure, but Jason Todd loved you with all the softness in the world.

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[xetlynn]

Twilight- Youngest Shadow: Chapter Three, Crash It

(Alice X Reader X Jasper)

[two] [three] [four]

Today was the day of my 6th Volleyball game out of 14. It’s a Home game.

Every single game has been attended by Jacob, Quil and Embry. Sometimes Sam and Billy. Bella made it to about two. Clearly needing to do her own thing I understood. If I didn’t understand a sport I wouldn’t want to go either.

She makes me sit with her at lunch still, I got kind of close with Angela. She’s cool. She also comes to games but that’s to take pictures, helping with the yearbook committee.

Bella and I walk out of the house together. I see my bike is gone and remembered I had to give it to Jacob for maintenance. Since he offered I was getting it done for free.

It’s also raining so I’m kind of glad I don’t have to choice to ride it. Sometimes the rain drops hurt like a bitch. I lift my hood up, walking behind Bella as we go down the steps. “Great.” She mutters under her breath.

Charlie pulls in with her truck. “Dad I can drive us to school myself.” As we get closer to the bottomed step she slips and falls on her ass. Tripping due to not watching where I was going I go forward.

“You okay, Bells? [Name]?” Charlie climbs out of the truck, helping Bella up and then the both help me. I ripped a new pair of jeans, hissing in pain from my hands I wipe it on my sweater that’s not so new. Luckily I didn’t bleed at all. “Ice doesn’t help the uncoordinated.” Bella frowns at her own joke.

“Clearly.” I groan.

“That’s why I got you new tires.” Charlie points to the red truck. “The other ones were nearly bald.”

“You got me new tires. No one’s ever don’t that before.” Both Charlie and I look at her confused. “I mean… nothing.”

He glances at me, not getting it but he heads to his cruiser.

“I won’t make it to dinner or the game. I’m heading down to Mason County. A security guard at the Grisham Mill got killed by some kind of animal.” He explains to us.

“An animal?” Bella asks, confused.

“You’re not in Phoenix anymore, honey. They’ve been hunting it for a week with no luck. Thought I’d lend a hand.” He puts it simply. “Be careful.” We say in unison.

“Always am.”

“And thank you for the tires.”

I’d thought by now they wouldn’t be so awkward with each other but I am very wrong. The tension is so thick it couldn’t even be cut with a knife.

Change of pov

Rain was still hitting hard. Eric and Bella walk together into Biology. She brushes off her coat as he talks. “And yeah, prom committee is a chick thing, but I gotta cover it for the paper anyway and they need a guy to help choose the music. So I need your playlist.” Eric explains but before the girl can respond Mike comes up behind her. “Come on, Arizone. Give it up for the rain.” He shakes his wet baseball cap onto Bella’s head.

“Terrific.” She walks away, ignoring them to get to her seat.

She freezes once she notices Edward. She straightens her posture, striding to the shared table confidently. Dropping her books in front of him, ready to address him but instead he looks up at her and speaks.

“Hello.”

She stops, automatically stunned. “I didn’t have a chance to introduce myself last week. My name is Edward Cullen.”

She’s too shocked to respond, she wasn’t expecting him to talk to her. “You’re Bella.” He stares, not questioning.

“I’m… yes.” She finally sits, feeling stupid.

He abruptly moves to the edge of his seat away from her. She’s baffled to say the least, smelling her hair as if she stinks.

“Onion root tip cells! That’s what’s on your slides. Separate and label them into the phases of mitosis. The first partners to get it right win the golden onion!” Mr. Molina holds up a gold spray painted onion but disappointed by the little to no reaction.

“Come on people, tick tock.”

Everyone gets to work. Edward pushes the microscope towards Bella, still keeping a distance.

“Ladies first.” She grabs it defensively and snaps the first slide in, adjusting the lens. “You’ve been gone.”

“Out of town. Personal reasons.” He was curt like her, short with his answers.

“Prophase.” She says, going to remove the slide. “May I look?” She slides the scope to him, he looks into it. “Prophase.”

“Like I said.”

He writes it down on the work sheet. He takes a deep breath, turning to her. “Enjoying the rain?”

“Seriously? You’re asking me about the weather?” She seems offended. “It appears.”

“No, unlike my sister I don’t like the cold, or the wet. Or the grey. Or the parkas. Or the turtlenecks.”

There was a small smile that played on his lips.

He actually seemed interested in what she had to say. He studies her like her sister did to him days ago. But she can’t tell if he despises her or not. “What?”

He shakes his head and turns to the microscope, switching out the slides. She continues to stare at him, appreciating his evident beauty. His cheekbones to his lips.

“Anaphase.” She snaps out of her daze to go back to giving a dry look.

“May I?” She mocks him for before, looking into the lens.

“Anaphase.”

“Like I said.”

They change the slide.

“If you hate the cold and rain, why move to the wettest place in the continental U.S.?” He quizzes her.

“It’s complicated.” Simple answer, but he’s intrigued so he pushes.

“I think I can keep up.” She looks at him quickly then looking away back at the scope. He seems to be paying attention very intently.

“My mother remarried.” Another simple response.

“Very complex. So you don’t like him.” A statement, he doesn’t question himself.

“Phil is fine. Young for her but nice enough.” She tells. “Interphase.”

At the end of school she’s still holding the golden onion. She bumps into Edward on accident. “Why didn’t you stay with your mom and step dad? Or your sister?” He waits patiently for her to say something, studying her like before.

“Alright, Phil’s a minor league baseball player, so he travels a lot. My mother stayed home with me and [Name] but it made her unhappy. And my sister has always been a daddy’s girl. So I decided to spend time with my father too.” She explains everything. “But now you’re unhappy.” He states himself again.

“No I… I just.” She turns away, embarrassed.

Back to You

At the end of the day I stood beside Angela and Jessica. Since our game was today I don’t see a point in going all the way home just to come back to the school.

I watch my sister head for her truck, shivering. Once she got there she looked back, making little eye contact with me and then staring at the Cullens. More specifically, Edward? I think that’s his name if I’m remembering correctly.

Their eyes met then there was a loud screech only getting louder by the second. A van skids out of control, heading right for my older sister.

I felt frozen for a second, running over there immediately. The van comes to a complete stop after spinning out. Like something forcefully stopped it. I didn’t see anything as it had happened so fast. The van had only hit the back of the truck, leaving a dent that was definitely noticeable to the eye.

After milliseconds everyone went berserk, roaring into screams of trying to get help, calling 911.

Mike and Eric yell if she’s okay, I watched Edward who was once at his Volvo now leaving the scene. Wanting to ask him what happened I shake my head, pushing the two boys out of my way. “Bells, Bella?!” I cried out, falling down to her level, feeling the pain in my knees from earlier but ignoring it. I took her into my arms as she was obviously in shock.

I ended up driving her and the boy who crashed into her, Tyler a ride to the hospital.

I told him to shut up on our way there. Even sitting in the room as they got checked up on I sat there glaring at him.

Minutes later, Charlie rushes in. “Bells, are you alright?“

“I’m fine dad, calm down.” She assures gun but it’s not enough. “I’m so sorry Bella. I tried to stop.” Tyler apologizes.

“It’s okay Tyler.” Bella tells him and I scoff. “It sure as hell is not okay.” Charlie says, I nod agreeing. “Dad it’s not his fault.”

“We nearly lost you.”

“But you didn’t.” She says, I pull her into a hug since Dad is glaring at Tyler like I once was. “You can kiss your license goodbye.” He sternly tells the boy and I watch his body falter.

I notice Dr. Cullen approach us and if I didn’t know anything I would’ve thought he was a movie star. I didn’t pay Trenton to what they were talking about. I focused on his face, observing him as he talked. Just like I did with his foster kids. Then I heard Tyler apologizing once again, since I was closest I closed the curtain getting a fist bump from my dad.

“It would’ve been a lot worse if Edward hadn’t knocked me out of the way.” Bella says ignoring dad and I’s antics.

“Edward? Your boy?” Charlie asks only to not get a response.

Dr. Cullen adverts his eyes, I watch Bella press. I’m guessing she knew something that was making him uncomfortable. “It was amazing he got to me so fast. He was nowhere near me.”

The blonde man smiles.

“As long as you’re safe.”

We leave the treatment area. “I just have to sign some paperwork. You better call your mom.” He points to Bella.

“You told her?! She’s probably freaking out!” He just shrugs and walks off.

She pulls her phone out and I laugh, earning an eye roll. Then we both look down the hall, hearing an argument. “Stay here.” She orders as if I was so much younger than her. She gets a little closer to whatever was happening.

Not meaning to but the curiosity getting the best of me I do the same thing.

“This isn’t about you. It’s about all of us.” It was Rosalie. I raise an eyebrow but Dr. Cullen definitely saw Bella, taking Rosalie inside his office.

I sit for a moment, but I see Bella talking to Edward so I just walk the other way, pulling out my phone as I felt it vibrating.

It’s Jacob calling, shit.

I answered it quickly. I forgot all about my Volleyball game that’s in… 35 minutes.

“Hello?” I spoke to,

“Hey, where are you? Are you okay? I heard something about an accident with you and Bella?” He freaks out, i why shush him trying to calm him down.

“Hey, everything is fine. No damage was done. Bella was apart if it but no scratches, just a bump on the head. I’m sorry I should’ve called.” I told him, hugging my self with my open arm.

“Oh, I’m glad you’re both okay, I’m glad shes okay.” He sighs like he had just been holding in a long breath.

“Yeah, yeah. Everything is good. I’m just going to keep watch on Bella for a little. Could you let my coach know what happened. I’m sure she knows but y’know?”

“Totally understand, I will let her know. Call me later tonight?” He sounded hopeful and I smile to myself.

“Of course, I’ll call around 9.” I say

“Can’t wait…”

“Knock it off.”

I was going to ask what he meant by that but I hear the other guys in the background and I laugh.

I hung up, not seeing Bella come up to me, she grabbed my shoulder causing me to jump and almost drop my phone.

“Who was that?”

“Jacob. He asked if we were okay since he went to my game as usual. Seeing I wasn’t there freaked him out.” I take a deep breath through my nose.

“I completely forgot about that. We can still make it.” She says in a hurried tone but I shake my head.

“Coach wouldn’t let me play anyway. There’s no point.” I laugh, putting a hand on her arm.

“I’m sorry.” She frowns.

“No need, you should call mom though.”

She whines to herself, pulling her phone out again.

Charlie walks out and we go outside. I drove the truck home.

Later that night I call Jacob like I told him I would. He tells me about the game since they stayed due to Quil wanting to.

“It would’ve been a better game with you for sure.” He says and I could hear the smile.

“I know, I’m just so amazing.” I brag, playing with my tongue piercing as I hear his laugh.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have boasted your ego.”

“What ego?” I jokingly say.

I look over to my clock, seeing the time and it was already 11:30.

I was surprised Charlie hadn’t come and told me to go to bed.

“Ah, we should go to bed.” I start to say, I heard a small thump from Bella’s room upstairs and I stood up carefully strutting towards the door.

“[Name]?” Jacob calls, I snap out of whatever trance I was in. Not hearing anything else from Bella’s room so I go back to my bed.

“Sorry I got distracted. Goodnight, Jake.” My voice was a little raspy from being tired.

“Goodnight.” He ends up hanging up the phone and I lay back in my bed.

Thinking about everything that happened today.

Chapter three, edited.

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Adrift

Day 9: completing the trifecta with Logan! Characters belong to @lumosinlove and header is from @noots-fic-fests, doing the lord's work of continuing the fest.

Yesterday's movie: The Prisoner of Azkaban (2004) with dear Moony.

The world was quiet and beautiful.

Logan let his eyes fall to slits. He was cool despite the sun blistering above him, blinding him and turning what little remained to splintered lens flares. The water lapped at his sides and crept along the webbing between his fingers. It was…light. All of it.

“Hey, you.” A new kind of light; a kiss to his forehead. “Thought I lost you for a sec.”

Logan smiled and rolled over, kicking his legs as he went until he was upright. Finn’s grin was crooked and sweet—he ducked quickly to spit a spout of water that made Logan grimace and splutter with a halfhearted splash his way.

“Knutty’s looking at the fish,” Finn said, as if he could read Logan’s mind. His pale shoulders flexed with a push of his arm through the crystalline water. Finn dipped back into the water, then shook his hair out, tipping his head to the side to clear his ear. Logan had watched him do that so many times. Hotel pools, the lake at home, just out of reach at the French seaside, beside Leo in New Orleans.

Logan slipped the bottom half of his face below the surface. Not salt water, though it smelled like the sea. The lake, then? He couldn’t see dry land over Finn’s shoulder.

“I like swimming with you,” Finn said, matter-of-fact.

Logan couldn’t help a surprised twitch of his eyebrows as he straightened. “Ouais?”

“Ways.” Finn laughed at the answering flick of water from Logan’s fingertips. It was the one he liked so much it used to scare him, the cackle-giggle Finn saved exclusively for his misbehavior.

Logan wasn’t scared now. Just in love. “I like swimming with you, too.”

“I know,” Finn sighed, paddling toward him. Logan treaded water absently. He didn’t need to focus much when Finn would be there to take his weight if he asked. A wet nose poked him on the cheek. “I think you just like me.”

“Maybe.”

“Uh-huh.”

Logan dragged the side of his cheek along Finn’s until his mouth could brush the edge of his smile. Denial was nothing to him anymore. “Yeah.”

“Oui, oui, Frenchie-French.”

“You’re getting better,” he mused.

Finn’s irises had gone coppery in the sun. “Lots of practice. Le’s bringing you shells.”

“Hmm.”

“It’s a secret, but you’re gonna need a bigger boat.” Finn widened his eyes playfully and pressed his index finger to his own lips. “Or pockets, I guess. Shh. Don’t tell.”

“Safe with me.”

“Always.”

Logan reached a leg down to tangle his ankle around Finn’s calf, tugging him closer. He hoped Finn was wearing his blue trunks. They were delightfully small, but they also made him look like creamy chocolate-chip ice cream waiting to be licked up, so. A fan favorite, to be sure. Logan wondered if he’d be allowed to slather the next round of sunscreen on those legs.

Finn’s nose scrunched when Logan reached out and pushed his hair off his forehead. Water dribbled down the planes of his face before vanishing in the lapping waves. “Your hands are cold.”

“Water.”

“Still cold.”

“Fine, I’ll stop messing with you then.”

“No, nope, nom nom nom.” Finn caught his wrist and pulled it back to rest on top of his head. The water bobbed around them.

Logan watched his face for a moment: the line of his nose, the rounds of his ears sticking out from dark auburn hair, the way the sea (or whatever it was) sparkled on his skin as it fell in rivulets down each angle. Finn watched him right back. It didn’t feel like being burned alive anymore. “Can we stay?”

Sympathy dimpled Finn’s cheeks. “No, baby.”

“I like it here.” He did. He liked it so much.

“I know.”

“Peanut’s bringing me shells.”

 “You’re tired.”

Logan didn’t feel tired. He was wide awake and cool from the breeze. He couldn’t even feel the sun on his shoulders. “Am I?”

“Mhm. You and Le have been down in the basement all day, making sure the TV works for the party.”

Logan tilted his head, confused. “My grandmother doesn’t have a basement. Neither do Leo’s parents. You know that.”

Finn seemed unfazed, lost in trailing ripples in the water over Logan’s arms. “You work so hard,” he whispered, nuzzling up to Logan’s jaw with a smile he could hear. “Ease up. Go home.”

“I want to stay,” he protested.

Finn was close enough to kiss each cheekbone tenderly. A hello, but also a goodbye. “Go on. Leo’s calling.”

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Finn was there when Logan pried his eyelids open to the hurried slaps of Leo’s hand. He was sound asleep, mumbling about birds. They were both dry. The ocean was nowhere to be found.

Lunettes. Leo was asking him about glasses. This close, he could see the cerulean clarity of Leo’s eyes. Logan pushed himself up onto one elbow. The shells were already fading from his mind.