#dre whines

[its-a-me-dre]

As a former socially awkward nerdy teenager (a sentence that feels like beating a dead horse but sorry, that's what I was), I disagree.

There's more reasons to like found family than "My real family sucks, I wish I had another one", personally, I'm absolutely enamored with seeing people not related by blood develop such a close bond, those moments of camaraderie and understanding, the freedom to be yourself without the fear of being cast out. It's the best parts of a blood family and a friend group together, who WOULDN'T want that?

Another factor is Marcy being an only child.

As an only child, I always longed for MORE. Especially in your teens, mom and dad will never be enough, that doesn't mean there's anything wrong with them but having a more fulfilling social circle that allows you more time away from the family nest is an essential part of development.

Now take all this and add the resentment Marcy feels at moving away and losing her only friends, knowing she might not be able to make new ones. Anyone would be afraid of being alone in that situation, good parents or not, because that's what being a teenager is, you're growing into your own person with your own fears, anxieties, doubts, everything and your parents, no matter how good or bad, are almost completely powerless to do anything about it because of that, because so much of your life is now completely outside what they can influence.

TL;DR "Marcy has bad parents" might not necessarily be true and I just found out I relate to this cartoon character more than anybody should.

"I love the found family trope!" - Marcy in 'Marcy at the Gates'

[misc-obeyme]

Demon Brothers as Subs Headcanons

Almost didn't post this 'cause I'm feeling self conscious about it for some reason. So here's me being brave. I told y'all I was in a smut phase. I'm so sorry. Just gonna drop this and run, see ya.

GN!MC x the demon brothers

Side Characters as Subs Bros as Doms

NSFW MDNI

Note: There are a lot of warnings, but most of this stuff is just briefly mentioned. These are headcanons of things they'd be into.

Warnings: Dom!MC, bondage, blindfolds, gags, toys, praise, humiliation, degradation, spanking, edging, orgasm denial, collaring, begging, dacryphilia, role play, voice kink, dirty talk, biting, hair pulling, exhibitionism, shibari, food play, hot wax, breath play, blood kink, somnophilia. I THINK THAT'S IT.

Lucifer

He won’t do it until he’s comfortable with you. It takes some time, a little coaxing, and constant reassurance. You have to earn his trust if you want to see him being vulnerable. Once he’s agreed, though, you find him surprisingly compliant. He’s ready to take every order, easily falling into the role of obedience.

Once he’s fully comfortable with you, Lucifer likes to release all control. He wants to be told what to do, to surrender fully. He loves to be restrained. He enjoys watching you take the time to tie him up carefully. He’ll surprise you by requesting a gag. He likes to feel a bit helpless, like he can’t even speak to you, completely at your mercy. He appreciates a blindfold for the same reason.

Just as he wants you to give him orders, he wants you to enforce them, too. If he fails to do what you ask, he wants you to punish him for it. Lucifer has a high pain tolerance but a low humiliation tolerance. Pulling him over your knee for a spanking would be effective, but he might ask you to use an implement simply because he knows your hand won’t be enough. If he does manage to say anything about it, though, he’s blushing and refusing to look at you because the embarrassment is really the worst part. If you do punish him, it won’t be long before he’s whimpering in your lap, promising to be good and begging you to touch him.

Lucifer will swear you to secrecy. If you ever tell anyone, MC, especially his brothers, about any of the things he says and does during these times, he’ll kill you himself. These are empty threats, of course, because he wouldn’t do any of this at all if he didn’t trust you to keep it to yourself. He just feels the need to threaten you about it because it makes him feel better.

Mammon

He doesn’t have as much of a hang up about this and will readily agree to sub for you if you ask him. He’s going to be slightly embarrassed about it, but not enough for it to be an issue. And once you get into it, his embarrassment dissipates because he’s so focused on how good you make him feel.

Mammon is the one with a praise kink. He doesn’t like punishments and is far more likely to respond well to positive reinforcement. If you want to rile him up any time and any place, all you have to do is call him a good boy. He might even do things for you without you asking just to see if you’ll say it.

He also enjoys being tied up. He likes to feel that he’s entirely in your hands. He isn’t too fond of gags because he likes to be vocal. He’s always babbling the whole time you’re doing anything with him and it’s usually all begging. If you tell him to be quiet, it will be difficult for him. And anyway, it’s far more satisfying listening to him cry and whine and repeat your name over and over.

Mammon likes to be considered your property. If you want to collar him, he’s happy to wear it. He doesn’t care who sees it and if someone asks, he’ll tell them about it proudly.

While praise is his preference, he’ll be okay with a little humiliation, too. Please talk dirty to him, MC. Call him your little slut and he’ll be agreeing with you and asking for more.

He loves accessories and toys. Put that man in a harness, give him a cock ring, or one of those shiny bejeweled anal plugs. He loves to dress up for you, especially if it's in something sparkly or gold.

Also loves to be fucked. Let him sit in your lap and ride you (or your strap) and he’ll lose himself entirely. He won’t last long, but he’s also ready to go again quickly.

Leviathan

Although Levi is clearly the subbiest of subs, he’s also extremely nervous. You gotta calm that anxiety a little bit if you want him to make it through the experience without having a heart attack.

Because of this anxiety, he might not be willing to do it for a little while. He needs a bit of reassurance, to feel fully safe with you, before he’s willing to try it. Make sure you talk to him about everything ahead of time and establish some solid safe words.

Once he’s agreed, though… well, we all know Levi is the one with the humiliation kink. And not just calling him names, he wants you to degrade him. Tell him how useless and gross he is. Just make sure you give him some after care where you tell him that you don’t actually think that way about him. He won’t realize how much it matters to hear you say that until you do.

Alternatively, surprise him by praising him instead. It will shock him so much, he might start to cry. D-do you really mean that, MC?

Turns out, Levi is a bit of crier in general. It’s the embarrassment. He blushes so easily and when you make him feel good, especially in a humiliating way, he can’t help the physical reaction of tears. They’ll end up streaming down his cheeks by the time you’re done.

He’s not sure about punishment at first, but if you suggest it he’s willing to try it out. This can range from orgasm denial to spanking. He’s surprisingly receptive once he gets comfortable with the idea. He might find he prefers to be good, but occasionally he can get really bratty. So you might have to get a bit creative to bring him back in line. When you do, it flusters him so bad he doesn't do anything even remotely brat like for a long time.

Satan

Easily the most stubborn when it comes to getting comfortable enough to sub for you. It’s going to take a lot of trust and reassurance, even more than Lucifer. But eventually, you can convince him.

He will be much more receptive if you include something cute like a cat collar or even a maid dress. He likes the way you react to him and he also just likes to wear those things himself. They make him feel like he can let his guard down a little easier.

Satan does not like humiliation and will not respond well to this. He needs a gentle touch. He loves praise and a little pampering - he will be happy if you focus all your attention on him. He’ll accept a soft dom situation best. Tell him he’s a good boy, but be firm when you need to.

He has a voice kink. Tie him up and blindfold him then read erotic stories or romantic poetry to him. If you really want to rile him up, whisper dirty talk in his ear. He won’t like insults, but he will love to hear you describe what you want to do to him.

Satan also likes pain. Bite him, please, he wants to feel your teeth in his flesh. He likes the way the marks look on him, too, but he’ll insist they only arise in locations he can easily hide. He’s too embarrassed to let anyone else but you see them.

Requires plenty of after care, kisses, and praise. Take care of him well enough and he’ll even suggest it himself next time. But if you ever breathe a word of it to anyone else, he'll be in demon form so fast you won't know what hit you. Be careful because he will turn the tables on you, MC.

Asmodeus

Not even a question. Asmo is ready to do whatever you want, any time. He will sub for you without question, but don’t misunderstand him. He likes doing both and although he’s willing to do just about anything, he still has preferences.

He likes to be worshiped. He’ll indulge you if you want to humiliate him, but he thrives on being told how stunning and beautiful he is. He just wants to hear you say that he’s the only one you’re interested in, whether it’s true or not.

Although Asmo doesn’t have a problem with things that leave marks, he’s hesitant to do anything that could cause lasting issues for his skin. Just be careful with his delicate body, MC! But he’s also willing to let quite a bit slide in the name of feeling good. He does like a little pain with his pleasure and his favorite is hair pulling. Doesn’t leave a mark and it's easily fixed in the after math.

He also enjoys being on display. He always wants to have mirror sex or semi-public sex. If you’re into exhibitionism, he will agree to that readily. Let him perform for you (and anyone else who happens to be around).

Similarly, he’s happy to take orders that involve doing a strip tease or a lap dance. He likes to do role play and will dress up as anything you want. Also loves shibari, tie him up in some beautiful knots, please.

Finds punishments a little funny. He can get a little bit bratty about it. But if you seem like you’re really annoyed with him, he’ll switch to being obedient real quick. But he enjoys things like orgasm denial because oh what a rush! He sees it as a challenge. How much can he take? Far more than you’re likely anticipating.

Beelzebub

He will absolutely sub for you if that’s what you want. A very good boy who is willing to do just about anything to make you happy. He’s not embarrassed about it at all and he’s ready to dive right in.

Generally, he’ll do anything you want. Very easy, very compliant. He likes when you give him orders. He likes when you tell him what to do. He knows that if he does well, you’ll be happy with him and he likes that.

Beel likes praise, but he doesn’t have a problem with humiliation, either. In fact, it’s a little difficult to really humiliate him. He’s not easily embarrassed or flustered, he’s solid and steady, so you’ll have to work hard if that’s what you want. He likes to use a title for you, like master or whatever variation you prefer.

He considers any kind of food play a reward from you. If you involve the usual things like whipped cream or chocolate, he sees it as you doing something special just for him. And he’ll work hard to please you, even more than usual. Thank you for this treat, MC.

He can take a lot. He enjoys pain. Biting, spanking, hot wax, even choking, any of the above will be something he enjoys. He likes that he can feel both pleasure and pain at the same time. It gives him a rush and he gets excited about it, almost without meaning to. Similarly, he enjoys being tied up, blindfolded, or gagged. He likes when you’re in total control of him.

The only thing Beel really doesn’t like is edging. He’s fine with overstimulation, but edging will frustrate him. He can’t take too much of that and will absolutely devolve into begging you for release pretty quickly.

Since he's basically impossible to embarrass, he has no problem telling anyone and everyone what you get up to with him. You might have to be the one to tell him to keep it to himself, he just doesn't understand why anyone would care.

Belphegor

He likes the idea of subbing because he thinks it involves less work for him. But he is by far the brattiest sub of all the brothers. So he’s right because you’re the one with your work cut out for you. Be prepared to become a brat tamer.

He’ll take easy orders, but give him anything too involved and he’ll get petulant. Surprisingly, responds well to you being rough with him. If you’re going to be the dom, he really wants you to dominate him. He likes it when you manhandle him.

Yes okay he likes the breath play. But he also enjoys pain in general. He has a blood kink. Bite him and make him bleed. He’s gonna love any kind of vampire role play, he’ll straight up drink your blood if you want him to.

Belphie wants you to humiliate him. Tell him he’s a dirty whore, use him however you like. If you let him, he'll dish it right back to you, though.

Obviously into somnophilia. Is he asleep when you wanna fuck him? Go right ahead, MC. He doesn’t need to be awake for you to make use of him. Though if you start, he might wake up just so he can get off, too. If that happens, expect him to mouth off at you until you take him in hand.

Belphie is another one who will wear a collar all the time if you want him to. He likes strappy leather things and will gladly wear a harness or any other such items. He doesn’t care too much about blindfolds or gags, but he does like being tied up.

He doesn’t care who knows about the way he submits to you. If you want him to wear a collar, he’ll make sure it’s visible to everyone. Similarly into exhibitionism. It feels like he’s almost daring anybody to say anything about it.

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[justlemmeadoreyou]

secret little rendezvous*

Summary: Part 1 of friends with benefits!harry series. It's going to be full of smut, and also a tint of angst.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: SMUT!, kissing, dirty talk, degradation, p in v sex, jealous feelings

"All I dream of lately is how to get you underneath me."

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Harry was fucked.

Completely, utterly fucked.

In his defense, he was tired. He had been running around his workplace the whole day, managing the work of 4 people because they wanted to “spend the holidays with their family”.

And here he is now, staring at anything else he could find, other than the warm cunt beneath him swallowing up his cock with each thrust. The wall, the headboard, the ridiculous stuffed toy near the pillows, anything,  just so he won’t cum before you.

He knew that if he looked down, he instantly would. Flood your pussy with the pent up load of this whole shit week he’s had.

But you don’t mind. Given the point of being friends with benefits with him is getting an equal share of everything, but he gets a pass because he can get you off with his fingers easily, something others can’t.

So, you try and push him. Squeeze tighter, moan louder and arch your back just a lil’ bit more just to make him cum faster.

“I know what you’re doing, won’t work” he lands a hard slap to your ass, earning another moan as he increases his pace. Wet, sloppy thrusts, each paired with his grunts and your moans.

He grips your waist, leaning in so his chest meets your back, nipping at your earlobe while biting your neck below your ear.

“Hey, fuck off, man. That could be seen” you slap his shoulder, and he nips off, giving you a particularly rough thrust, making you lurch forward. The headboard bangs against the wall repeatedly, his thrusts paired with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin.

“At least they’ll know you get laid” he remarks, and gets back up, feeling a bit held off, reaching a hand below and rubbing your clit.

“Fuck, that’s not fair” you whimper, legs giving out beneath you. You squeeze around him harder, gripping the sheets as you get closer and closer.

“I know, baby. That’s why it’s fun” another rough thrust into your sloppy wet cunt and you’re gone. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, toes curling as the orgasm washes over you. 

“Oh fuck!” you curse as you bite your lower lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of an incredible orgasm.

He already knows.

He cums soon after, grabbing your hips harshly as his thrusts become slower and shallower, , his breaths ragged and uneven against your skin. He repeatedly curses, your name intertwined between them as he empties himself on your back.

“Fuck, that was good” he slaps your ass a last time, making you whine. You put yourself down on the bed, but not moving too much because of the cum on your back. He falls on the bed beside you, eyes closed as he catches his breath. His eyes are closed, a sly smile on his lips, face glowing in the afterglow.

He gets up soon after, almost as if he timed the 30 seconds he had taken to recover. He walks to the washroom with his dick still hanging out, closing the door behind him. You stare at the door till you hear the sound of the flush, and he comes out with some toilet paper.

He climbs back on the bed, reaching you and wiping his cum off your back. He wipes it down completely, though it takes some time given how much he had cum, throwing the used paper into the dustbin nearby. You want water, but he isn’t one to care for you once you’re done, other than wiping off his release.

“Can you-bring me water from the kitchen?” you ask, already knowing what his answer is going to be, and mentally cursing yourself afterwards.

“What am I? Your boyfriend or something?” he shakes his head, picking up his pants from the floor and quickly getting dressed.

“It wouldn’t hurt you to give me water afterwards.” you reply, putting your head back down on the pillow so he doesn’t say that you’re watching him dress.

“It doesn’t. But, I don’t do that shit. And you know that'' he raises his eyebrows, but you don’t look up. Not at least till he’s out of the room.

Seeing the lack of reaction, he gets his coat from the couch and his phone, his keys, before yelling for a last time, “Close your door”

You don’t reply again, and he storms out, slamming the door shut behind him.

You really wish he cared. 

Just a little bit, maybe?

>>>

“I don’t want to do it” you reply to Harry on the phone with a hand on your head, pinching the skin to relieve some of the pain from your head throbbing.

“You didn’t have any problem before. Whenever I called, you would say yes” 

Ugh, you really really wanted to throw the phone across the room. Or at his face. If he worked in your department, you would happily call him in your room, and slam the phone at him.

“Well, I do now. My head is killing me and if you don’t shut up soon, I’ll throw this at you when I see you next.”

“So tonight then? I’ll stay away from you”

What?

“What? Tonight? Why?”

“Dylan’s birthday”

“Oh fuck.”

“Yeah. Fuck. And since he got you the “Special invite” you’re gonna have to be early for Dylan” he mocks you, because he had sent you a bouquet of flowers with an e-invite.

“Oh get over it.” you huff.

“Whatever. I’ll avoid you tonight. Don’t try and stick to my ass”

“You wish” 

With that, you cut the call.

>>>

Getting ready for the party, you were a mess. You did not want to go and get mocked by them for the bouquet, you did not want to see Harry and you did not want to leave the house either. It was so cold outside, and you would have to drive a good 4 miles because that bastard celebrates birthday like a teenager.

The party was average. There were only two people who teased you, Leah and Emily, oh, and Harry of course. Others had forgotten, and you were so grateful for that.

“So, you and Dylan. Huh” Harry came up to you, with a beer bottle in his hand. He was the one who told you to stay away from him, and here he was now, purposely coming and sitting near you.

“Shut up” you replied, taking a sip of your own drink.

You ignored him, looking anywhere else except him. You looked at the dance floor, where everyone was swaying their hips and moving with the music, the bar where they were serving drinks, anywhere.

And he did not like that.

“So, how was your day?”

You turned around 180 degrees, raising your eyebrows at him.

“What??”

“I said, how was your day? Or did your headache make you deaf?” another sip off his stupid beer.

“Seriously? Mr. Don’t stick to my ass is asking me” you pointed your fingers towards yourself “how my day was?”

“Yeah, I was just trying to make small talk”

“Well, wrong time. Shut up”

You went back to your own business, sipping your drink and ignoring him successfully. He seemed frustrated with you, and you were sure his nose was flared too. It was only for a few moments, because then his phone beeped. A message.

“Ah! Finally!” he drank the last few sips, and got up, throwing his unlocked phone beside you.

“Take care of it, will yeah? I’ll pay my bill and come back to take it”

That bastard.

It was a text from some Sophia, who was his hookup for tonight since you had said no. He wanted to show you that he had other people to sleep with, and that was why he threw his unlocked phone to go and pay for a drink from a party.

He really was a condescending dick, wasn’t he?

You sat there till you saw him turn back from the bar, and as soon as he was within your line of sight, you got up and left.

You saw him cursing while he picked up his phone, and he was most definitely cursing at you.

Not that you cared.

>>>

He didn’t call you for the next week, and a few more days after that. If he could act like a child just to tell you he has multiple hookups, something you didn’t really know about, you could at least pretend to not care.

Not that you did, no.

Next you two saw each other was at the Christmas party.

Some co-workers were bringing their kids, and so a few were asked to be dressed as Santa, Harry being one of them.

The Christmas party was more lively than stupid birthdays, and you were thankful for that. You had forgotten to book tickets to go back home, and last minute tickets were really not worth the raging dinner you had with your whole family. Most of the people would ask you about your boyfriend, when you were getting married, were you planning on having kids, how to raise them, where to raise them, all of which you didn’t want to worry about for at least the next two years. So, an office party followed by some takeaway and a Christmas movie marathon sounded perfect. 

>>>

Most people had arrived, and the place was buzzing with chatter and the slow sounds of Christmas carols playing in the background. Everyone was dressed great, adorned in festive attire with a Christmas hat perched on top of their heads. You had worn an oversized sweater, tucked in a pair of skinny jeans, and boots that you had bought a month ago. Wearing a Christmas hat, you didn’t look so bad yourself.

You took a drink from the top shelf that was made to be kept away from the children, and you wandered off, looking for Harry. He might be a bastard, but it was Christmas, so you could bear him for a while, say Merry Christmas.

Looking through the cabins, the corners, he was nowhere to be found. Maybe he was struggling with his Santa costume.

You found him soon after, struggling in one of the supply closets with his beard stuck to the zipper.

“Fucking hell! Oh for fucks sake!” he was continously cursing, while trying to pull the zipper down with limited strength. If he pulled too hard, the poor rented dress would definitely tear off.

“Want some help?” you leaned on the doorway, bringing your hand up to your lips as you laughed at his misery.

He looked at you with his resting bitch face, putting both hands beside his waist. He might look all tall and intimidating, dressed in all red with a big bod, but to you, he looked like a child who couldn’t even get his clothes right, and always messed them up.

You chuckled, before going over to him, trying to up the zipper and untangle it from the fake hair.

“Yeah, I’ve already tried that, smarty pants” he said frustrated, and you reached for your pocket, pulling out your lip balm.

“What are you doing with that? You know this is rented right? Don’t put lip balm on this!”

“Yeah, old man. I know” he rolled his eyes, and you began rubbing some wax on the zipper to smoothen it down so it’ll slide easily.

“And don’t tell me you don’t know how dirty these rented outfits are. This beard you’re wearing” you pull at it lightly, making him grunt, “is filthier than our kitchen. And you know how dirty our kitchen is”

He shakes his head, “Whatever, I just have to wear it for 2 hours or something, and then I’ll return this back”. He watches you intently as you rub the wax on it, and after a few tugs up and down, it smoothes out, and the beard untagles. You zip him up, and the red outfit fits perfectly on his tall form.

You take a step back, eyeing him up and down, with a smirk on your face. He doesn’t look too bad, he is tall and the outfit he’d gotten fits him quite well. The long trousers, the ridiculously large shoes, the cap on top of his head, he kinda looks hot.

He notices you checking him out, and puts his arms around his chest, pretending to try and save his sanity from you.

“Miss Y/n, what are you going to do to me?” he takes a step back, voice low and husky. And just for the fun of it, you decide to play along. You step forward, your steps synchronizing with his steps back, and he goes back till he bangs with a cupboard.

He looks at you with utter fear in his eyes, and you can’t help but bite back a smile, going all the way and gripping his waist.

Tightly.

He sucks in a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. He knows he can’t get too excited, or the next few hours will be a nightmare for him. 

You couldn’t be more tempted to put him into misery.

You pull yourself up, coming face to face with him, standing on your heels. He gulps down hard, knowing well how this will not end well for him.

You lean closer to his face, his lips just moments away from yours. Your hand shifts from his waist to his heart, which is beating widely in his chest. A thin layer of sweat coats his forehead, and the tension between you is almost impalpable.

Your lips come closer and closer to his, and as soon as he lifts his jaw to kiss you, you pull back, and go for his neck instead. 

It’s difficult with the beard in between, but you manage to lick a long stripe from his shoulder to his jugular, feeling his pulse on your tongue. You reach back and open your mouth, baring your teeth as you bite on the skin, nipping and pulling slightly to make a mark.

And to your surprise, he doesn’t stop you. Lets you bite and suckle at his neck till there’s a proper mark blooming on the side of his neck, the skin turning red. Your tongue glides over the mark, soothing the slight sting as you continue to tease him. He moans, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you closer, his hands finding your waist. It’s so easy-you could slide your hand down to his pants, squeezing his crotch and he’ll be done for. He’ll get hard and then be miserable while the kids ask to sit on his lap.

But you decide against it. Wearing that costume just for the little rascals to click pictures with him and make fun of him later. It was torture enough.

You pull back, and as expected, his pupils are blown out, eyes full of lust. And, as expected, he’s half hard.

You lick your lips, a little breathless as you look up at him. He looks down at you with the same lust and hunger, and you get week in the knees as he leans in and whispers, “You’re going to be sorry for that tonight” he reaches back and grips your ass, giving it a light squeeze, “on your knees”

Your stomach flips with anticipation as his words send shivers down your spine. You know what he means, and it only adds to the growing heat between your legs. You’re left with an open mouth as his grip on you is gone, and he leaves the room. You stand there for a good 5 minutes, before blinking rapidly and exiting the dark room to join the party.

The party was uncomfortable, to say the least. For both of you. You were hot and bothered, the wetness between your legs growing as you imagined him on top of you, his hands tangled messily in your hair as he fucked your face, drool and tears dripping down your face as his cock pushed in and out of your hot, wet mouth. His balls slapping against your chin, your nose deep in his trimmed pubes.The way his deep, husky voice would command you to open your mouth wider, to take him deeper.

You could almost taste him, the salty sweetness of his skin, the musky scent of his arousal. Your mouth watered at the thought of him filling you, stretching your lips and throat as he pushed himself deeper and deeper. And that was making your cheeks hot and red, thighs pressed together as you looked at him as if he was a meal, one which you couldn’t wait to devour.

And maybe someone else was looking at him the same way too.

Olivia, a co-worker, approached you a few moments later, a little bit tipsy because of how much she had been drinking since she got here.

“He looks so fucking sexy, doesn’t he?” she remarked, and you blinked, pulling yourself out of your imagination.

You don’t mind other girls hitting at him. Well you did, somewhat, till you found out he was hooking up with others as well.

“Hm?”

“Styles. He’s so damn hot. Can’t wait to fuck him in that santa costume tonight”

Oh no.

“What?”

“Oh you don’t know? He fucked me last Wednesday. Said his other hookup cancelled and he needed someone who didn’t mind. I said yes. I mean, “ she tilted her head, looking at him with a face that made you want to punch her. “What bitch would say no to that? Have you seen the ass on him? And his dick. Holy fuck. It’s so fucking bi-”

“Okay-I don’t want to hear about that” you stopped her before she practically drooled over him in front of you, and described how he fucked her.

“What? You don’t like to hear some good fucking. Oh come on, it’s not like you’re getting boned, are you? You’re so boring?” she rolled her eyes, before turning around and bumping her shoulder, walking away.

No way you waited 2 hours for him just to have her take him.

No fucking way.

With gritted teeth, you picked up your purse, and walked to Harry on the other side of the room. You pulled at his arm, to try and take him to the side to talk. He reluctantly walked, making you pull his huge body half the way.

“Hey, hey, patience, love. M’ not going anywhere. Can’t you wait for just a few more minutes? Then I’m all yours” he said with a smirk.

“Well, Olivia here was describing me how you fucked her last wednesday and how she was taking you home with her today. So, what is happening?”

“What? Olivia? Hell no. She’s super drunk, and I don’t want to be around her”

“Well, then hurry. Ditch this stupid party and…take me home.”

You whispered the last part, hoping you didn’t sound as breathless and desperate as you did. He was an asshole, but he was great in bed and the idea of her doing the same with you did with him, made you want to blech. 

“Awww, someone’s a bit romantic. You’re jealous, aren’t you love?”

Here we go.

“No! Why would I be jealous of that…that bitch?”

“There it is. Ugly emotion” he was smiling like a moron, and you felt so embarrassed. Jealousy, or any other emotion, wasn't supposed to be involved, but it eventually always does, doesn’t it?

“Alright, fine. Now shut up and take me home before I change my mind” you said with a frown, and began to walk away.

“Yes ma’am” he replied, following you closely.

>>>

Harry drove you both home, since you were drunk. You were sitting tilted with your back against the window, legs propped up on the sheet. He looked so sexy even when he drove, his jaw clenching every time there was a signal. He was rock hard in his pants, and he couldn’t wait to get home and fuck your mouth.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” he slammed the horn, hitting the brake as the last signal before his street was on too. You giggled, biting your lower lip as you looked at him with doe eyes with your legs propped up on the front.

You leaned forward and turned on the radio, and he gave you a glare. As the song played on, you slowly hummed to the tune, twirling your hairs around your fingers and looking out the window. You were so nonchalant, and Harry did not like that.

“Do you have any idea how hard I am?” he growled, almost painfully. You had a complete idea of how hard he was. He had been so turned on since your encounter in the storage room, and seeing you jealous had probably egged him on even more.

“Hmm?” you turned your head and looked up at him with an innocent look, your hands crossed above your chest.

“Oh.” he chuckled, and you knew you had managed to reach his nerves, “Is it? You don’t know what I’m talking about?” 

You shook your head in a no, mouth falling open at the sight of him. He looked angry, as well as horny. Pupils blown out and eyes full of lust, cheeks red. Hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly, while he was controlling himself so much you had no idea. Restraining himself from bending you over and taking you right there in the backseat.

The car came to a halt, and you saw that the signal was on. The last signal before you pulled up to his house.

Before you could blink, he had opened his seatbelt, and was reaching over to your side, pinning your hands to your chest with his wrist. The other reached down, pulling your sweater up and revealing the top of your jeans. You looked up at him with wide eyes, and a cruel smirk was painted across his face.

“Harry-harry, what are you-” you murmured while he undid the button, unzipping your jeans and pulling it down with a harsh pull.

His hand immediately found your panties, and he pulled them to the side, his cold hand making contact with your wet cunt.

You shivered and moaned at the contact, eyes falling shut as his fingers caressed your swollen nub. He pushed one finger in, and you were a goner.

Your legs squeezed shut, mouth parting open as his ring met your lips, the coldness making you whimper. His finger was longer and thicker than yours, and only one was enough to make your walls clench.

A horn blared from the car behind, and your eyes widened. You tried to move your hands, but he had pinned them down firmly, his finger still deep into your pussy.

“Harry-there’s someone behind-they can see you-harry-” 

You were stopped by a crushing kiss to your lips, and seeing you hesitant, he pulled his finger out. Pulling back from the kiss, he put the same finger into his mouth, sucking the wetness, eyes falling shut at your taste.

“Know people can see. Though that turns you on even more, doesn’t it?” 

You looked down at your unbuttoned jeans, cheeks turning hot and red at his admission. You had a bit of an exhibitionism kink, and people looking did  turn you on.

“Knew it. You’re a filthy little whore for me, aren’t you? Good god, I’m so going to fucking ruin you tonight”

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You were holding on to that promise.

(part 2)

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[yoichiris]

better than letting go | nagi seishiro x reader

✩ accidental sugar daddy nagi ✩ pro-player!nagi, roommates au, angst to fluff, heavy pining, miscommunication

"just go live with nagi," reo says offhandedly, "if you clean up after him, he'll let you stay there forever."

you open your mouth to refute the suggestion, because reo knows how you feel about nagi, knows you couldn't possibly stay in an enclosed space with him hours on day on end without jumping him... but before you do, nagi himself interrupts.

"i'm okay with that," he replies in his usual laid-back voice.

you glare at him because you think he sounds more excited about the cleaning part.

"you're going to be homeless," reo shrugs, "why not?"

you return your glare at reo, "why can't you just house me in one of your billion-dollar properties."

"then i'd have to ask my old man for permission," he waves you off like the asshole he is, "no thanks."

"what's wrong with living with me?" nagi wonders, and you hate him for acting like he wants to live with you so badly.

"look, just clean nagi's dirty underwear for the next year while you finish your degree and you won't have to worry about a thing," reo explains, as if there aren't other factors like your five-year infatuation with nagi, and maybe the fact that nagi lives like he doesn't know what a vacuum does.

you sigh, thinking about the end of your lease and the astronomical increase in rent incoming, and how much you don't want to work your stupid part-time job, and give in.

of course it's not that bad. all you had to do was keep your feelings to yourself.

"nagi," you hiss, "nagi, wake up, you're going to be late!"

he only stirs, covers tucked under his chin, as if he's hiding from you. you inch the door wider, stepping into his room hesitantly. he doesn't even make a move.

"nagi," you whine, crouching at the side of his bed.

he makes a sound of acknowledgment but keeps his eyes closed, so you sit cross-legged on the floor, watching his sleeping form. he's so cute like this, you think, yearning.

it's been a week since you moved in with nagi. in a lot of ways, he's exactly what you thought he would be like in private: he's rarely home, and when he is, he's quiet.

you thought he would spend more time in his room, under the covers, but you realize quickly he's furnished his couch with the coziest throw and likes to curl under there when he is home.

it makes your heart warm when you come home to see nagi, his toes sticking out from underneath the blanket, waiting for you to eat dinner.

"...what time is it?" you hear him mumble.

your heart skips a beat when he opens his eyes, groggy with sleep, and touches your arm. you sigh shakily.

"too late," you smile softly at him, "i'll prep your pre-workout so you can take it with you, okay?"

"thanks," he tells you, his voice raspy.

he smiles back at you and reaches out, poking you in the forehead. when you feel his fingers touch your skin, you think you'll drop dead right there.

"are you gonna move out after you graduate?" reo asks, nine months into your arrangement.

you've been avoiding even thinking about it. you're busy with graduation, you justify to yourself, you don't have time to look for a new place yet.

"hm?" you hum innocently, "i dunno. haven't had time to think about it."

"nagi asked me 'bout it," he mentions casually, and you freeze. is he counting the days down until you leave?

you and nagi have settled into a daily routine: you wake him up, he goes to practice, you study after class, and when he comes back late at night, he hangs out with you for an hour before he has to sleep. mostly, you and nagi sit on either end of the couch, sharing the cozy throw, and read manga.

it's lulled you into a false sense of security, you think.

"oh," is all you manage to say. maybe he finds you bothersome? maybe he wants his own space back?

reo hits you over the head, lightly. "what's that face for? it's been going good living with nagi, right?"

and it was. it was everything you had dreamed of, and it shocked you how well you got along with nagi. you think of how, in early mornings when both of you (mostly you) are rushing out the door, bumping hips in the kitchen, even then it seems like you were working together.

"yep," you reply, sipping your iced coffee, "too good."

reo takes a bite of his food, and suggests, "maybe you two should just keep living together. you can split rent or something."

"can't rely on nagi forever," you protest.

"why not?" he says, just like he did when he had first suggested this whole thing, "isn't that what you want?"

you kick him under the table, angry that he was bringing your feelings up now. yes, you want to scream, it is. but nothing has changed between you and nagi, nothing at all.

you're always trying to keep your feelings in check: when he peers over your shoulder as you're cooking, the warmth of his body hot asgainst yours. or how adorable he looks when he comes out of the shower, his shaggy hair falling over his eyes, his face shiny. those are the times your feelings want to burst.

"just talk to nagi about it," reo nudges. you're not sure if he's talking about the housing or the feelings.

you're curled up with nagi on the couch when you muster the courage to say anything. your legs are touching his under the blanket, and you feel as if that might connect you to him.

there's a month left until you graduate, which is absolutely not enough time for you to find a place to live, but you were scared. you hear the victory sounds of nagi's mobile game, so you decide now's better than never.

"so," you start, and his gaze drifts over to you, "i haven't really found a new place to live yet."

it's quiet. "s'okay," nagi mumbles, not even looking up from his phone, "you can move out whenever."

well, at least that answers your question on whether or not he wants you to move out. at least he wasn't pushing you out the door, you tell yourself.

you don't know what else to say. do you want me to leave so badly? you want to ask. can't i stay with you? you think, desperate. but those words don't leave your mouth.

"are you coming to my graduation?" you ask lightly, and regret it when you realize that you've opened yourself up again.

he shrugs. "dunno my prac schedule yet, but reo's going right?" he replies, as if reo could replace him.

you feel cold despite the blanket, and sink deeper into the couch, feeling drained. from the corner of your eye, you see nagi tapping away at his phone, signaling to you that he's still deep in his game. you take your legs away, knowing he wouldn't even notice.

"yep," you say and awkwardly crawl out of your warm spot on the couch. "i'm gonna go to bed first, nagi."

"g'night," he replies, finally looking up as you pass him with your head bowed. he watches you walk back to your room, and doesn't take his eyes off of you until you close the door behind you.

you eventually begged reo to find you an empty unit in one of his father's rental properties.

he had been insistent you just talk to nagi, as if he knew something you didn't, but you had to explain that you did, and nagi had no objections to you moving out, and you weren't going to wait until he shoved you out the door to move on.

it has been so awkward since that small conversation you'd had with nagi. maybe it was you, feeling out of place, like you had reached a point of no return.

waking him up in the mornings were now rushed, gently pushing him awake and scurrying off before he was fully awake. leaving his pre-workout on the counter instead of handing it to him. sitting at the kitchen table under the guise of studying instead of curling up on the couch with him.

it's not that he'd changed, you knew, it's that you couldn't keep playing pretend with your feelings anymore.

you hear the front door click as nagi walks into the apartment.

"hey," he says, pushing open the door to your room, "i'm home."

you turn from your position at the front of your closet, where you were just about to take out your suitcase. "oh, hey," you reply lamely, "welcome home."

he hovers, something he's never really done, as if he knows you have something to say, as if he had something to say. the words were stuck in your throat.

"reo told me you're moving out," nagi finally tells you.

traitor, you curse at reo. "uh, yeah," you smile tightly, "i didn't want to keep bothering you, so..."

"you're not bothering me," he replies, maybe a little too quickly, but you don't notice.

there's another silence. what else can you say?

"you don't have to leave," nagi continues, "i don't mind if you stay here."

but do you want me to stay? you want to ask. the way he says it so casually, as if it didn't matter whether you stayed or not, only solidified your decision to be away from him. at least then you could just be his friend without delusions of sharing a life with him so intimately.

"nah," you try to keep your voice steady, "it's probably better this way."

"i like living with you, though," nagi shuffles his hair uncomfortably as he says it.

you laugh, maybe a little bitterly, "because i cook and clean for you?"

"no," he says quickly, looking flustered, "no, i just like it when you're here."

but why? you want to scream. your heart pounds, because you feel like you're close to something, but at the same time it feels so far. sometimes you're convinced that he knows about your feelings, that sometimes you two are talking about them even though the topic is unrelated.

"it was nice," you settle on saying, as if it wasn't life changing, "but i can afford living on my own now."

"i don't want you to leave," nagi almost sounds like he's whining, and your heart skips another beat.

"why not?" you say, frustrated, breathless, "we can't just keep living together forever."

"what if i want to?" he says, and you feel like the conversation has become out of control.

your mind is racing. what is happening right now, you try to breathe through your nose. what is he talking about right now, you try to ask yourself.

"nagi—" you stop yourself, trying to get a grip, "what are you saying?"

you're looking at him now and you're surprised by the determination in his eyes. it's what he looks like when he's really focused, like he is when he plays soccer.

"i want to live with you forever," he declares, sounding defiant, as if that wasn't what you wanted.

but you're not sure what it means. you only know that five years is a long time to be holding onto your feelings.

"i don't understand," you mumble, staring at the floor, quieter than before, "i love you, nagi. not as a friend. so no, i can't just live with you forever."

you feel him before you see him, his body towering over you. when you look up, he's pouting. he puts his hand on top of your head, gentle, warm.

"why do you look so sad," he wonders, as if he hadn't heard what you just said, "that's why i want to live with you forever, dummy."

you wake up to nagi wrapped around you.

"sei," you groan, turning in his arms to look at his sleeping face, "you're heavy."

he mutters, groggy, incoherent, and you can't help but press a kiss to his nose. his hair is falling all over his face, but your eyes memorize every slope. he squeezes you harder.

"why are you awake so early," he mutters, nudging your chest with his head, "it's my day off."

you soothe your hand down his bare back, feeling the tight muscles underneath your fingers. he works so hard, and his days off are so rare. you wiggle some more, to loosen his arms.

"i know," you smile, "but let me go make breakfast, kay? i'm hungry."

he shakes his head and whines. "no," he refuses, "just go back to sleep."

you relax, unable to tell him no. mornings with nagi often go like this, except that you usually have enough self-control to get him up. but sometimes, you remember what it was like wanting him so bad, that now you remind yourself to enjoy it.

as a partner, nagi is clingy, vulnerable. but he's also determined, and sometimes, the intensity with which he wants you catches you off guard.

"y/n," he calls, his breath hot against your neck, "i'm happy you're here."

you close your eyes, nodding. "me, too."

[dear-slim]

birthday surprise - m.m

Warnings: Smut, 18+, no protection 👀, blowjob

Pairing: Eminem x fem!reader

A/N - Still using ‘Em’ as a nickname and it’s 2000s Eminem

@lifeisabitchsoareyou @anjee0

You’d managed to get Hallie to go to bed a little early under the guise of having some ‘big plans’ tomorrow, which you needed to sort out. Thank goodness she wasn’t a brat, anyways, right? Em was out at the studio, messing round with some tracks with Dre and 50, and he’d messaged you to say he’d be back soon.

But when did? He’d be in for a surprise and a half, to say the least.

And surprised he was, when he found your bedroom door slightly ajar, candles illuminating the room, and you, wearing a gorgeous dark blue lingerie set, waiting for him with wide, doe eyes. “Well, look what we have here,” he said slowly, eyes narrowed almost suspiciously.

You hummed, brushing a strand of hair over your ear as your diamonds earrings caught the yellow light of the candles, sending an almost angelic glow across your face. “Hallie asleep?” he asked, wanting to make sure as you nodded, moving to sit on your knees on the bed as his eyes dropped to your chest.

“Suits you,” he said, voice deep and almost longing as he traced your curves in the set, his eyes darkening, pupils dilated, “almost don’t wanna take it off ya,”. You hummed, eyes locked on his expression as you blushed. “Yeah, but if you don’t take it off, you don’t get to see what’s under,”.

“Fair point,” he said, one hand wrapping round your throat so he could push you onto your back, your head with the pillow as he threw his shirt off, his body already shimmering with a thin sheen of sweat. You let him tug the bra off of your body, taking your tits into his hands as he slowly worked on pressing kisses to your neck and shoulders.

“Wish it was my birthday everyday,” he growled, his voice deeper than usual as he tugged your panties to the side, his index finger tracing over your sensitive clit as you gasped, body jerking slightly at the feeling of it, his other hand moving to unbuckle his trousers.

His cock sprung up hard in his palm, close to your face as he ran the tip over your lips, your eyelashes fluttering as your closed your eyes. “Fuck, you look so beautiful,” Em hissed, holding one hand on your cheek, the other holding his cock for you to take small kitten licks round his throbbing head.

You let out a small moan, enabling him to slide his cock into your mouth, a bulge in the side of your cheek as his head hit the back of your throat, the sound of you gagging sounding like damn heaven to him. You moved your head slowly, almost tantalisingly slowly, eyes staring up at him from your placed on the bed.

Your movements reciprocated his - whenever his finger sped up round your sensitive bundle of nerves, your tongue sped up round his head, tracing the vein along the underside of his thick member. “Turn over,” he suddenly pulled out of your mouth, your legs squeezing together as he moved his hand too.

You whined at the loss of contact but complied, your back facing him as he admired how you looked, his hands coming to trace the soft flesh of your ass, tongue dipping down to lick up your thighs. “Need you so bad,” you gasped, back arching at the feeling of his tongue tracing small, almost teasingly slow circles round your clit.

Em was more than happy to give you want you wanted, slowly running his throbbing tip through your folds, coating himself in your juices before he slid in with much ease, his hands squeezing firmly and harshly at your ass. “Can come home to this every day,” he groaned as you moaned.

His hand came to push your head down into the mattress, partially to stifle your moans so Hallie didn’t wake up, and partially because he enjoyed the power play. You hissed as he started moving, your cunt clenching round his hard member, slick and easy as he pushed in and out of you.

“So fucking tight, Y/N,” Em groaned, his cheeks flushed red as you nodded, no words forming on your tongue. You hissed again as he reached his hand between your legs to caress your clit. “Just wanted to see how wet you are,” he mumbled, “always do wet f’me, aren’t you?”.

Anyone would be soaking if they had a man like Em.

You nodded, almost frantically, as you both chased your orgasms, Em’s hips ricocheting into yours, his hips snapping against yours thighs from behind, your eyes rolling as your lips parted. “Gonna c-cum,” you managed to choke out as he nodded, words seeming to die on his tongue.

Your cunt clenched round him once more as your heat enveloped his cock like a warm greeting, eyes rolling back as your orgasm hit, body falling forwards as he held your hips in his so he could finish. He didn’t pull out, not that you cared, as his cum spilt in thick, hot ropes down your thighs, spilling down your legs.

Your body spasmes slightly, collapsing in half-awe at the god-like orgasm the man behind you had just given you. “That’s a great present, darling,” he smiled, kissing your neck softly as you nodded, too tired to formulate a sentence.

[lexilovestom]

SILENT TREATMENT

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— in which: Tom and Y/n go shopping at the mall and he keeps annoying her as a joke, only to make it up to her when they get home ;)

⌞ contains: smut, some angst, fluff, kitchen sex, annoying ass y/n 🤪 (like fr i wanna smack her in the face at times- ANYWAYS) ⌝

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— Y/n's pov

Tom and I are at a huge home furnishings store that recently opened in our town, and we're looking for some new cookware. I pretty much had to beg him to take me here since he doesn't really like shopping, especially for pots and pans. But I told him that, since it's a new store, we could look around and find some cool gadgets and stuff we both might like. And that pretty much convinced him.

The only thing is, he's been annoying and embarrassing me in front of everyone the whole time. I don't know what got to him, but I'm definitely not liking it.

It started with an innocent joke by "accidentally" banging a pot on my head with a little 'whoops! sorry Y/n, didn't see you there', but it quickly turned into different jokes about our private life that made people turn their heads in our direction. No matter how many times I told him to stop and laughed it off, he just kept going and going to the point the jokes became a little too intrusive and repetitive for my likings.

I know it's something he does when he's bored, and it's just his humor, but enough is enough at some point.

"Y/n are you done?" Tom whines on a patio chair in the middle of the store while I look at some outdoor decor.

I turn to his direction and find him pretty much laying on it with his legs spread. I tilt my head and drop my arms in disappointment, "are you really this exhausted?"

"Hell yeah, Y/n! it's almost 8:00pm and I'm starving! even the store is closing down!" he exclaims. I look at him frustrated, "k, let's check out and go." I start walking away as I hear Tom following behind me. I've been pretty quiet and cold towards him, and i think he finally got the message.

We're now in line and I can feel him looking down at me with a small smirk on his lips. I turn to him "what", "why are you maddd!! I was just joking!" he chuckles to lighten up the tension, but I don't give in.

"You're embarrassing me! it's not funny" I say whisper yelling as he bites his lip and smacks my ass multiple times lightly. I gasp and smack his hand away, "Tom stop! there's people behind!" he laughs. "Asshole."

He then leans closer to my ear, "these white jeans are driving me crazy you know?" he smirks as it's now our turn to check out, "oh my god please shut up and walk ahead." I roll my eyes as he chuckles once again.

Said that we pay for everything, walk out the store as Tom puts his right arm around my shoulders and head home. The car ride was pretty much silent, even if Tom was singing along to Dr Dre's debut album on the radio. He even offered to open the car door for me like a gentleman.

— time skip

Tom is sitting at the dinner table as I place down the ceramic plate containing some vegetables and a schnitzel. Halfway through our meal he suddenly speaks up, "so...will you talk to me again now?" I look at him, "i haven't decided yet."

"You just did!" he chuckles as I give him a death stare for about 2 seconds.

"Y/n come on! i was just joking! why do you have to take it so seriously!? plus, people around us could care less about what we do. They weren't even looking!"

"Yes they were, Tom! they were giving very weird looks and you know how much i feel judged in public already!!" he leans his back on his chair. "I appreciate when you mess with me, but today you took it a little too far in my opinion" I break. Tom's expression becomes so unreadable to the point I can't figure out whether he's confused or sorry. But I hear him exhale through his nose in defeat. He's in no mood to discuss and i understand.

After a while we finish our meals and, as Tom leaves to our bedroom, i stay in the kitchen to wash the dishes.

The house is dark, and the only light on is from the under cabinets of the kitchen. Everything's quiet and the only form of noise is the running water from the sink and the clinking dishes.

I'm thinking about how i might have overreacted over Tom messing with me at the store this evening. Even if he made me genuinely mad, he was just doing it for fun and i took it very personally, in the end...

All of a sudden, as my thoughts come to me in a rush, I hear footsteps coming down the staircase. I stiffen as I obviously know who it is.

Tom sneaks quietly near the kitchen island, I can feel his eyes burning at the back of my figure as I continue to wash the dishes. He's just standing there, looking at me. What's he doing?

He lets out a sigh and gets behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and placing his head in the crook of my neck. "Will you talk to me now?" he repeatedly presses small pecks on my bare cheek.

As much as I want to, I stand my ground and completely ignore him. He murmurs a small 'hm?' before he shakes me side to side as he tickles me, "are you gonna give in?"

I then let out a giggle as he knows I can't stay mad at him for too long. Tom lifts his head up and smiles, "ohh! is that a chuckle I heard?!" he shakes me again before I let out another laugh at the movement.

"Look look look! that's my girl!" he laughs. "Come on baby, you know I don't like seeing you like this." I place the last plate I was washing down and feel Tom spinning me to face him by my hips.

"I'm sorry i made you uncomfortable, you know that's the last thing I wanna do to you." He looks me in the eyes and I can see nothing but sincerity and sorrow in them. I take a deep breath, break eye contact and then look back at him, "apology accepted," I smile faintly as Tom returns the favor. "I'm sorry I reacted that way."

"You have nothing to be sorry about, liebe. Don't even think about it." He whispers as I nod slowly, getting lost in his iris.

Our faces are now inches apart and we both slowly lean in to fill the gap between us. The kiss is soft and comforting, but it escalates quickly after I wrap my arms around his neck to deepen it.

Tom holds me tight to him, and as we passionately make out, I feel a sudden burning sensation in between my legs. He then goes down to my neck, softly kissing and sucking on my g spot, making me whimper lightly, before coming back up to my lips.

He begins to take my pyjamas shirt off, tossing it somewhere on the kitchen floor, and stares at my cleavage for a few seconds before taking one of my breasts in his hand and start playing with it. Lowering his other hand down my back and onto my ass, giving it a good typical squeeze.

I sneak my hand near his already hardened crotch, making him whimper with my slow movements. "Hold on, schatzi. I wanna make it up to you" he whispers on my lips before pressing his back on mine.

Tom then takes his shirt off and picks me up, placing me on the counter. As he's standing in between my legs I touch his defined torso before getting interrupted by him pulling my shorts and panties off at the same time.

He immediately slides his hand down my heat, "so wet for me already? wow, schatzi, you really can't resist me, can you?"

I whimper as a response as he begins tracing circles on my area. I spread my legs wider at his touch and can't help but bite my lip to avoid any loud noises to escape my mouth.

Tom stops and pulls his pants down, his cock springing up the second he does. He then takes it in his hands, pumps it a couple times and proceeds to look at me. "Can I, liebe?"

I nod as he slowly puts it in my throbbing core, making a moan escape my mouth. He starts moving into me as i grip on the sides of the counter, his hips buckling back and forth at a slow pace for me to get used to his size.

We move in sync while his hands come up to my hips for support. Groans, whimpers and little compliments start filling the room as Tom suddenly quickens his pace, making me audibly moan and push my head back.

"Fuck!" i manage to let out as Tom's eyes burn on mine. His gaze and features so strong while he pounds into me. I grab his face and kiss him as I pull him onto me, my back touching the cold granite counter while he leans on my weak body.

As Tom continues to move into me, I'm starting to feel a familiar knot in my stomach. "T-Tom I'm close" I whine, "hold it a little longer, baby. You're doing so good."

My hands, once again, grip the counter. Sweat glistening from both our foreheads, panting escaping our mouths, the loud sound of our skin clapping. Everything is just sending nothing but ecstasy up my body, and as my mind is foggy I hear Tom's raspy voice "do it, schatz. Come for me."

After a few more thrusts, I moan out Tom's name as I release all over him. Waves of pleasure washing over me as I throw my head back while Tom gently kisses my neck to overstimulate me.

"Look at you, screaming my name when just 10 minutes ago you wouldn't even talk to me." He whispers in my ear. I roll my eyes back at his words, "this is the effect I have on you, hm?"

After some slow movements, Tom picks up his pace again, this time harder and more possessively. Groans escape his mouth as I'm a moaning mess under him. In a matter of seconds he releases into me, panting and falling limb on my trembling body, breathing heavily on my shoulder as he peppers it with kisses.

I lift his head with my index finger under his chin and kiss him softly. He slides out of me, cum dripping from my hole.

"Holy shit" I breathe out, Tom sighs and chuckles at the same time as he passes a hand over his forehead to dry some sweat. Admiring his work coming out of me.

"You don't actually think this is it, right?" he looks me in the eyes. "Go upstairs, I'll meet you there in a second, prinzessin." he smirks as I jump off the counter, smiling, and make my way to our bedroom.

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sorry for disappearing guys 😭 sorry if this is kinda ass ngl, but I still hope you liked it lmaoo 🥹 also, I didn't reread this so excuse any spelling mistakes. Make sure to send image requests! I would love to put my spin on your ideas 💕 byee! ♡

[sunnysidesevenup]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THIS MENACE TO SOCIETYYYYY. TILLY I LOVE YOU

he’s 25 but here’s a foxglove fic about his 23rd birthday where I drop some random lore lmao

tag list (lemme know if you wanna be added!!): @kirexa @gimmeurmoneyagh @lallopsyou

fic under the cut! :D

“When’s your birthday, anyway?” Fellow asks. He’s not particularly interested, but he’s known Tilly for long enough that it likely should have come up by this point.

The two of them are sitting on the floor of Fellow and Gidel’s small apartment (honestly better suiting the term single room than apartment, the damn landlord a full on scammer if Fellow does say so himself). They’ve each got a coat in their hands, sewing supplies spread across the floor as they carefully repair holes in the fabric. It had finally gotten cold enough that they could no longer simply layer clothing, and thus the yearly time to sew up clothes is upon them. Tilly, since he’s there often enough, is obviously required to help—while Gidel gets to happily draw in the corner.

Said man hums to himself, swaying back and forth a bit while he sews, tongue stuck out in concentration. “Dunno.” Tilly finally says.

“How do you not know?” Fellow scoffs.

“Well, I don’t have parents or anything like that! So how would I know?” Tilly glances up from his work, shaking his head at Fellow as if he’s disappointed. “Silly.” He scolds.

The beastman glares at him, “You told me you were 22!” He argues, affronted.

Tilly grins at him, “Hmm, yeah. It just felt right. Maybe I’m older than you, though?” His grin turns a little devious, and he tilts his head. “You’d show me more respect if I was older, right~?”

Fellow tosses one of the coats at him, hitting him in the face with it.

In typical Tilly fashion, he instantly collapses backwards, whining about being injured. Gidel, the traitor, giggles at him, while Fellow only snatches up the coat the other was repairing.

He observes the stitching, and scoffs immediately. “This is terrible.” He says, already removing the clumsy attempts.

Tilly finally pauses his dramatic whining, pulling the coat off his face but remaining laid on the ground—although he rolls sideways to better look at the man. “I’ve never sewn anything before, I was simply guessing.”

Fellow rolls his eyes, “You’re really useless on your own, you know that? How have ya’ even survived this long?”

“I’m very lucky.” Tilly says seriously.

“No, you’re not.” He shoots back. “Get up, I’m going to teach you how to do this. You’ve got to know some life skills! Ya’ can’t just live in your little fantasy world where everything goes right for you forever, you know.”

The purple haired man sits up, toxic green eyes staring widely at him. “But my fantasy world is so nice!” He coos, leaning closer to observe what Fellow is doing. Then, in a considering voice, he adds: “Although if it was a real dream world, you’d probably be wearing a maid dre—“

Fellow smacks him in the face with the coat again.

While Tilly whines from where he’s laid out on the floor once more, the beastman stares down at him with absolutely zero sympathy. “There’s no way you’re older than me when you act like that.” He states, voice dripping with condescension and annoyance.

“You’re so rude to me.”

“You deserve it, you absolute buffoon.”

Tilly sits up again, shaking his head. “How people act has nothing to do with their age, ya’ know! I could very easily be 4 years older than you and you’d never know.” He taps his chin in contemplation, a smirk crossing his face. “In fact, I think that’s what I’ll go with from now on! Please show me the respect a senior deserves.” He puts his hands on his hips, a proud look on his face as if Fellow would respond in any other way than bafflement.

“You can’t just change your age!”

“Why not? It’s not like I know when I was born in the first place.”

Fellow sputters, “Wh— No! No, I am NOT having you claim to be OLDER than me!”

“Aww,” Tilly puts a hand over his heart, his eyes widening in false sympathy. “The lovely younger man under my care seems to be struggling, how shall I help him?”

This time, Fellow forgoes the coat in favor of simply tackling Tilly to the floor. Gidel, of course, ignores them rolling around and wrestling, far too used to this behavior from the two of them.

Finally, he manages to pin Tilly down, and he contemplates using the coats to just suffocate him and end his misery already. The other man, meanwhile, just pouts at him. “This isn’t fair at all, you’re much taller than me.” He says.

“And older.” Fellow declares firmly, glaring at him. “Say it, I’m the older one.”

“Only children fight over who’s the oldest.” Tilly says, like he wasn’t just participating in exactly that.

Fellow just squeezes his pinned wrists in response, and finally the man sighs, giving in. “Alright, I’m 22.”

The beastman grins victoriously. “Good.” He says, finally moving to get off him. He suddenly stops, however, as a thought occurs to him. “Huh, wait. How do ya’ decide when you age if you don’t know your birthday?”

Tilly laughs. “Well, whenever it feels right, of course!”

“That’s a terrible way to do things.” He shoots back immediately.

“You wound me deeply, ya’ know?” The human sighs. “And from such an Honest Fellow, too! Surely you must be correct, of course.”

Once again, Fellow is reminded that he HATES Tilly saying his name. There’s just something so infuriating about it.

“Just pick a date for your birthday, and be done with it.” He growls instead, choosing not to acknowledge the goading. Nothing good ever comes from acknowledging Tilly’s taunts, he’d learned long ago.

“Hmm, maybe.” He says, but Fellow can tell from his uninterested tone that Tilly likely won’t follow his suggestion at all. It’s typical of him to ignore perfectly reasonable advice, no matter how annoying and illogical this course of action may be.

A fantasy world he lives in, truly.

Tilly’s words a few minutes ago pop into his head again, and Fellow hurriedly gets back to his sewing. Why he insists on taunting him like that specifically, he doesn’t get. Not that he gets much about the guy in the first place.

Tilly sighs, also going back to the sewing. However, he simply stares at his work for a bit, and then glances back over to Fellow. “You’re right, I’m bad at this.” He admits dejectedly, but then nigh instantly perks up. “I’ll just get you a new coat, problem solved!”

Fellow points his needle at him. “Life skills, remember? Try living in the real world, ya’ sound like some pampered rich kid.”

The man gasps, “Take that back.”

“Get to sewing, then.” He smirks at him, pointing to the stitching. “C’mon, it’s not that difficult. Even Gidel can do this.”

“Well, Gidel is much better than me at a lot of things.” Tilly states, looking over to the corner where said boy has been ignoring them. “Aren’t you?”

Gidel nods.

“At least we agree on one thing, then. Gidel is much better than you in every way.”

“Aww, you say that like you love him more than me…”

Fellow gives him a disgusted look. “I don’t love you at all, in fact.”

Tilly doesn’t seem particularly troubled by his words, not that he expected him to be.

Still, his eyes feel a bit piercing as they observe Fellow. The toxic green color had always made his gaze just a little too intense, after all. It’s almost like he’s calling him out for something, although Fellow has no idea what it could possibly be. It’s not like he was lying.

Tilly finally looks away, wandering instead over to Gidel to see what he’s drawing. Fellow debates scolding him, since he was JUST telling him to learn how to sew, but he lets it happen. They’ve got plenty of time, and he’ll just make the man be the one to go without a coat for a while as punishment.

(Whether or not this ends with Tilly roping him into sharing his own is inconsequential. He’ll make sure not to give in this time, no matter how annoying he gets or how much he begs.)

The bigger question, however, is Tilly’s birthday. Just randomly deciding when to start saying you’re a year older does sound like something the strange man would do, but just as Fellow had said, that was a truly awful system. He would never go about things like that, which is why he’s the rational one who is doing much better for himself, obviously.

So, if Tilly wouldn’t decide on a date, Fellow would. A very simple solution! He’d even get him a gift so he couldn’t protest. A full proof plan, surely—and then Tilly would be required to get Fellow something for his own birthday in compensation. A win-win, as one would say. Quite smart.

(He ignores the little voice in his head that asks why he’d even care about this in the first place. No need to think about it too hard.)

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“There you are.”

Tilly glances over his shoulder as Fellow approaches, perched on a crate in a random alleyway. He’s got a deck of cards in his hands, and what he could possibly be doing Fellow doesn’t know. He doesn’t move from his position, simply shuffling the cards, and flashes the beastman a grin. “Pick a card!” He says, holding a splayed hand out to him.

Fellow frowns at him. “Not right now, I’ve got something for you.”

Tilly frowns right back at him, raising an eyebrow. He then reaches out a hand, his fingers sliding into Fellow’s hair. Right before the man can swat him away, he’s already pulled back, a new card in his hand. He twirls it around, and then adds it to his deck. “You’re so boring.” He says.

The beastman stares at him, wide eyed. “Don’t do that.” He tells him.

Tilly tilts his head, a sly grin on his face. “Do what?”

“You—ugh, you’re distracting me.”

“I’m distracting?” The man bats his eyelashes, and Fellow rolls his eyes.

“Here.” He says instead of acknowledging his words, and pushes a box into Tilly’s chest.

He raises an eyebrow, a confused look on his face. “What’s this? Are you proposing? Well, I suppose I can accep—

“It’s a birthday gift, you fool.” Fellow cuts him off, crossing his arms.

“….It’s my birthday?” Tilly asks.

He nods back at him, confirming. “Today’s your birthday.”

“Oh!” Tilly’s eyes light up, and he stares down at the box. “I’ve never had a proper birthday! Is it normal to propose on them?”

“It’s OBVIOUSLY not a proposal!”

The man’s lips quirk up into another smirk, an obvious indication that he’s taunting. But his attention quickly goes back to the box, a simple little thing that doesn’t even have wrapping paper or any type of decoration. He stares at it like it’s gold, and after a bit of this, Fellow begins to become uncomfortable. It’s just a cheap gift, after all.

“Go on then, open it. I don’t have all day.”

Tilly hums, acknowledging him, and sets his deck of cards aside to better look at the box. “You didn’t have to get me anything, you know.” He says, and it’s a strange thing to hear from a man who’s been known to beg strangers for a multitude of items.

“I’m not heartless. You looked so pathetic when we talked about your birthday, I just had to get you something.” Fellow says, waving away whatever weird idea Tilly might have in his head. His words don’t seem to convince him of anything though, as the way he opens the gift is almost reverent.

“Oh.” He says upon seeing the gift.

It’s a cheap pair of gloves, probably not the quality of the one’s the man wears even now—but Fellow has never seen him take off the pair in the first place. How a man who wears so many different styles of clothing could wear one pair of gloves with every single one of them alludes him, but it did give him the idea to buy him some more.

Much to his surprise, Tilly instantly pulls them out and then proceeds to take his current pair off.

He’s never seen him without them, and the sight is shocking for a variety of reasons. From the nonchalant way he performs the action, to the scars that are revealed as he slides the fabric off—crisscrossing along both his palms like someone ran a knife over them multiple times, forming a strange, morbid star.

He pulls the new pair on, face unreadable as he flexes his hands, and Fellow chooses not to comment on it. “So? How are they?” He asks instead.

“Hmm. Scratchier than my other pair.” Tilly says, and Fellow is instantly annoyed again, suddenly free from the spell of the strange moment.

“Tch, give them back if you don’t like them, then!” He scowls, grabbing Tilly’s hand to pull the gloves off himself. Annoying, ungrateful brat! He could at least pretend Fellow’s gift was good, he’d bought it with honestly earned money!

“Wow, hey!” The man grabs his hands right back, lacing their fingers together as a way to stop him. There’s better ways, definitely, but when has he ever done anything normally?

“Don’t do that.” Tilly says, glaring at him. “These are mine.”

“Wh—I bought them for you.” He protests, caught off guard by the odd handholding they’re now engaging in.

“Yeah, and now they’re mine.” Tilly’s green eyes soften, then, and he smiles. “Thanks.”

Fellow has seen many of Tilly’s smiles. He seems to never run out of them—a plethora of different moods and falsehoods. Mischievous grins, false masks of innocence, the flirty smile he gives men and women when he wants something from them. Somehow, he’s never seen this one from him. It feels more honest—a genuine emotion he’s never quite seen. It feels forbidden, and weirdly precious all at once.

The beastman rips his hands away, spinning on his heels so his back is to Tilly. “You better get me something good for my birthday, now.” He says seriously, and then immediately stalks away. There’s no movement behind him, so the chances of being followed are low. Good. He can only tolerate Tilly’s presence for so long, after all!

The minute he’s sure he’s out of the other’s eyesight, he releases a breath and tugs a hand roughly through his hair.

What was THAT? He thinks. Why do I feel embarrassed?

“It better be worth it when my birthday comes around.” Fellow mutters to himself, leaned against the wall of an alleyway.

He ignores the part of him that claims it was already worth it. That’s foolish—what did he get, a smile? That wasn’t useful at all.

[reallife6anoufriev6boy6]

caldre smut fic

includes spanking, praise, degradation, daddy kink, andre being overly worried, etc.

note: this came from a post and then my boyfriend found the full video, so i decided to write this….enjoy your slop/j

calvin was situated over andres lap while he sat on his bed, jeans pulled down to his knees to show his grey boxers.

cal had wanted to try something different this time around, but andre was hesitant.

it was weird to put it simply and he didnt want to hurt his boyfriend. although, theyve done a lot worse - even before they established they were dating.

so, nonetheless he still tries.

“just do it, ‘dre. itll be fine,” cal reassures him, looking back at him “im *asking* you to do it, arent i?”

andre slowly nodded “well, yeah, but i dont want to - you know, hurt you.”

the blonde smiled, enjoying all of the others worry and care “thats the point though, andre. its supposed to hurt.”

hes not wrong, it was supposed to hurt. he just didnt want to get too carried away and hurt him *too* badly.

calvin seems to know what hes thinking, so he adds “i trust you. i know you wont make it too bad.”

with that andre lets out a sigh, flexing his hands to let his knuckles crack “if it hurts too bad youll tell me, yeah?”

calvin quickly nodded, too eager to worry about that sort of thing. he liked how much andre cared, but sometimes it would get in the way of things.

however, the brunette finally gets on with it, trusting that cal will tell him if it becomes too much for him.

andre lays his hand flat over calvins ass, lifting it before bringing it right back down. it wasnt anything too hard at first, but it wasnt too soft either.

cal lets out a short squeak, burying his face into the bedsheets. it felt good although it wasnt exactly the roughness he was looking for.

he brings his hand up again and then back down, taking note of the way the others body seemed to jolt.

he does it a third time and then a forth, now being able to feel cals erection hard against his thigh.

“do it - a little harder, please, andre.” he begged, voice muffled from the bed sheets. he *needed* it to be as hard and rough as possible.

andre hesitated again though, but ultimately obliged - he brought his hand down harder this time which pulls a whiny moan out of his boyfriend.

“was that alright?” he asked, wanting to make sure he was doing it how he wanted him to.

“yeah - god, yeah, ‘dre. keep doing it like that *please.*” his eagerness and begging seemed to take a toll on him. it was always one of the things that got to him.

andre hits him even harder, reveling in the cry he gets in return. its beautiful, really, he thought all the noises cal made were gorgeous.

he gets ready to do it again, but is interrupted by feeling the other grind down against his thigh. it makes his breath hitch and he gets an idea - an idea he has no clue if calvin will like or not, but he does it anyway.

andre slams down his hand twice as hard, getting an even louder cry from cal “dont fucking grind against me unless i tell you otherwise, alright?”

the blonde is ecstatic as soon as he says that - he loves when andre is dominant and can use his naturally commanding tone for something like this.

“yeah - yes, sir - daddy, ah, fuck,” it comes out in a string of nonsense, but hes able to catch onto what he says and it makes his erection strain against his pants.

he doesnt reply though and just lays another slap down, listening to the moaning and whining.

he decides though that he wants to change this up a little bit.

he takes a moment to pull down calvins grey boxers, exposing him fully now. he doesnt seem to mind it - only letting out a whimper from the lack of touch.

andre gives him what he wants again though, flattening out his hand once more and hitting him.

it hurts more now without the barrier and cal lets it show, pressing his hips down as if to move away from the other.

the brunette takes notice and lays down an even harsher hit “i thought you wanted this, calvin? did you change your mind?”

cal cant get over the way he says his name, whimpering again as he shook his head, but that wasnt good enough. he lets out a yelp as hes hit once again.

“yeah - i do, i want it, sir,” it comes out, almost stuttery “please - im sorry.”

andre hummed, letting his hand rest over his ass as he rubbed at the mark already starting to form “tell me how much you want it, cal.”

the blonde swallowed hard, but does his best to answer “so, so bad, ‘dre. i - i wanna feel your hands on me,” he yelped as he was cut off by another slap, but he continued “please, daddy - shit, it feels so good.”

andre wasnt sure if he was dreaming or not. this was too good to be true and he couldnt get enough of it.

he then grabbed a fistful of his silky blonde hair, yanking his head up to look at him.

there were *tears* streaking down his face and there was spit covering his mouth and chin.

he hadnt even realized he started crying and he wants to ask if hes okay - if this was getting to be too much for him, but his boyfriend already knew what he was going to say, so he gives him a short, subtle nod for him to continue.

thats all he needed.

“are you sure thats what you want?,” he questioned, yanking his head back a little further “you want me to keep hurting you like youre some *slut?*”

the blonde nodded eagerly, sniffling “please, please daddy. i need it so fucking bad - you have no idea.”

he lets go of his hair and gets ready to continue, but the other is confused when he doesnt get right back to it.

however, his confusion turns to excitement when he hears andre unbuckling his belt and sliding it out of the loops on his pants.

andre holds both ends and doesnt hesitate to smack it right down against him, hearing the string of sounds and sobs it earns.

he does it again and again - continuing to do it over and over again while he watched the area turn a pretty shade of pink and red.

it was beautiful. he thought calvin looked like an angel no matter what they were doing - even if it something as dirty as this.

“oh, oh ‘dre,” he moaned, digging his nails into the bed sheets “you gotta let - let me do it, daddy. oh, you have to.” its obvious what he means and he figured it wouldnt hurt to let him.

“only if you can behave - dont hump me like some damn dog.” before he can even finish his sentence, he was already grinding down against him like earlier. it felt good to finally relieve the pain.

at this point the blonde was panting like a dog, grinding down against andres thigh so hard that his jeans were starting to irritate his cock, but he makes no effort to stop him.

“oh, fuck, fuck - you, you gotta let me cum, daddy, please-“ it comes out in a sob - so desperate and needy to get himself off no matter what.

andre doesnt have a reason not to let him, so he agreed “yeah, go ahead, cal.” he says it all soft, contrasting from his earlier tone.

calvin takes that and grinds his hips down just about as hard as he could while andre takes the opportunity to lay another hit or two on him.

it was only a moment later that he was cumming all over his thigh with a high pitched moan - moaning andres name as loud as he could, just for him to hear.

its music to his ears, he thinks. all of this was perfect.

calvin is exhausted by the time hes finished, letting himself lay on andres lap while he comes down from his high.

the brunette sets the belt down and placed his hand back over the marks, rubbing over them gently again “that was really good.” he says it, sounding embarrassed for even being into it.

calvin lets out a breathless laugh, finding it cute how embarrassed he seemed to be.

he managed to sit up after a moment, trying to get over the stinging pain in his body “you did good too, ‘dre. youre the best at this,” he compliments him, leaning in to give him a quick kiss before pulling away “im so lucky to have you.”

the contrast between his words and what they did was amusing, but andre didnt care. he just smiled as his face warmed up.

although before he can comment, cals already looking down at his pants.

“oh, andre, your pants,” he tries to hold back his laughter “youre too easy.”

he gives him a confused look, but when he looks down he becomes about a hundred times more embarrassed. there was a wet spot right over his front, obviously from cumming himself.

“goddamnit,” he hissed under his breath “ruined my damn jeans.”

“they were already ruined anyway,” he gestured to the more obvious white spot that was from cal rather then himself “you can just borrow mine, i dont care.”

cal could say he was lucky all he wanted, but at the end of the day andre was even luckier then him.

“thanks, man,” he sighed “do you need me to do anything for you? you know - because…” he was still worried he had hurt him too much, but his boyfriend was quick to reassure him again.

“im fine, andre. dont worry so much,” he smiled as he wiped away the remaining tears in his eyes, face now tacky and dry “you did great.”

he finds it hard to believe him, but he forces himself to anyway.

“im allowed to worry, cal. youre my - uh, shit…” his voice trails off, not being able to say the word. it was all still so new so he didnt want to mess up and say the wrong thing.

“just because im your *boyfriend* now doesnt change anything,” he says it for him “im still the same person.”

he placed his hand on the side of his face, kissing him again. the other quickly reciprocated and leaned into it.

“i love you, ‘dre.”

“i love you too, cal.”

[sugar-omi]

Just some brainrot because we love Cove. (Also, your fics are soooo good. Thanks for sharing it with us. I mean omega! and rockstar!cove :o )

So, we have Step 3 Cove in hand some time after Patreon's nsfw moment. MC is obssessed with giving him head, of course. He's so cute when you do...what can I say ? I'm a simple human. So yes they do it often, like casually saying : "Cove, I'm hungry." while you two are casually hanging out. At first he doesn't understand but the look in your eyes convey your message to him.

Most of the time, you'll be totally satisfied with just leaving him all red, dishevelled and flustered. Just having him putty in your hand makes your day. But at some point, when you ask Cove to come to your house (without kinky ideas in mind for once) he asks you if your just horny. While it makes sense, I like imagining that MC decides to not get him off anymore. Obviously until he begs, all red and pent up, for a release.

In the meantime, MC just spent their time teasing him. Light touches, flirty remarks and maybe getting him all worked up while making out only to purposefully stop. The poor guy, will clearly snap if show up at his door, anklet on.

This was a bit long and I'm sorry if there's any mistake as english isn't my first language.

I LOVE YOU ANON IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE ROCKSTAR!COVE TOO HEHE 🙈🙈🙈(omega!cove too, im having sm thoughts abt him lately...) also dw your english is perfect n i feel like you took an exert outta my head LMAO

tags : NSFW, hc's, gn reader, multiple choice dialogue, this just a really big ramble bc i've been a zombie thinking abt this shit n now we're here...., mmm overstim, oral (cove/reader receiving), reader's a TEASE, mind break honestly, ooc but idc 🏌️

he's confused when you first make subtle hints/advances, but i think realization hits him like a truck a millisecond later

for the longest you two wouldn't be able to keep your hands off each other

late at night sneaking into the others room so you can suck cove off, trying to keep all the slurping and gagging noises to a minimum

cove's moans are another struggle, but i say climb on top of him and let him eat you out / suck you off while you suck him off too

ohh his head would SPIN with that

he almost woke up your mom's last week because he moaned a little too loud when he finished

so now you're on top of him, your lovely ass and sex in his face

ahhh he'd be so fucking cute. teary eyed and whining into and drooling all over your cunt / cock, pulling you down onto his face so he can get more of you

also i loveee the thought of sucking him off in his car

realistically, i don't think step 3 cove could even handle the thought, he'd probably faint and hit his head n die LMAO

but arghh it'd be so hot

you went on a nice date, and now you're sitting in the parking lot of a beach far from home late at night, and tonight was so much fun.

shopping, movies, you even got some nice food from a hole in the wall restaurant

and now you're finally alone, no one around to see your boyfriend throw his head back, claw at the steering wheel and moan and babble and try not to thrust up into your mouth because he doesn't wanna hurt you

he's so whiny, and so loud

you've been sneaking around for awhile now, you can't blame him for wanting to be vocal because fuck your hot, wet mouth around his cock is so hot

and definitely doesn't help he's probably overstimulated, his cock so sensitive because you've been touching n sucking him off so much

let alone when he's rubbing one out in the shower before a date/event or in the middle of the night because he had a wet dream about you<333

mmm idk about yall, but i would break him <333

of course he doesn't interpret every touch or invite as sexual, but i also you've ruined him so you can't blame him, its your fault 🤭🤭

so now whenever you rub and squeeze his thigh, or give him a hot kiss, or say something like "cove, i wanna leave now... " or "come over, i miss you <3"

or send him a spicy text, "i had a dirty dream about you, can i come over, please?"

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also omfg i would be so satisfied with just teasing him too…

i love it so much. it’s the best actually

mm i like having long nails, i’m always thinking about getting a new set/doing your nails all pretty and you’re showing them off to cove then you tell him “i wanna see how they look around your dick”

he’d love that omfg

imagine dragging your nails over his chest, teasing his sensitive nipples before you move down, pulling out his dick and giving languished strokes while you kiss him breathless, only moving onto leaving love bites all over his neck n chest once he’s a drooling, blushing mess <33

i think he’s gotten used to your late night/midday booty calls too

so when you invite him over, he can’t help but anticipate sex

but instead you’ve set up some snacks and a movie you’ve been waiting to come out set up on the TV and now cove looks like a fool with a half hard dick and with how fast he rushed over here

when you ask what’s wrong he’s mumbling, stuttering out how he thought you had ulterior motives for inviting him over…

so now it’s his fault because now he’s set up on your couch with him on your lap, teasing him about how he’s too horny to even imagine his s/o would want a normal date, no ulterior motives whatsoever

how he probably can’t even hold your hand without thinking about how you jerked him off in the bathroom of his workplace

and you’re so fucking right

because some days he can’t even kiss you without remembering his taste on your lips, can’t forget how your legs were trembling on either side of his head and now you’re having lunch with your families

how you’re sharing ice cream and jokes with your friends like you didn’t pull him aside before you left and got him off, begging him to cum, that you need to taste him to get by

omfg i also love the reverse/the consequence of breaking cove this way

because either way, he’s obsessed with you too

needs to taste you, have you… he’s just dying every day to have you under his hands, on his tongue..

and i can’t decide which i love more.. teasing cove bc he needs to have you, or teasing cove bc he gets so wound up from you needing him often

bc both is so delicious, and both of them scratch my brain so much

cove eagerly eating you out / sucking you off at the beach, he can’t even focus on teaching you surfing/surfing with you or building sandcastles, etc. because all he can think about is you n having his mouth on you…

you’ll show him a new outfit or sit in his lap or cuddle up next to him, etc. and now he’s thinking about ruining you in those clothes or sinking onto his knees giving you head while you lay back on the couch, still focused on your show

i love how in the ORCA dinner moment cove gets tense when you touch his thigh

i think he’d definitely be obsessed with you teasing him, working him up, dirty talking him especially

oh fuck i almost forgot. in the first patreon nsfw moment, he loves when you pull away before he finishes and you “don’t want it to end”

so technically this is canon <3333

so he’d definitely love is you pulled up to your date one day, anklet on and looking so lovely

n you’re touching his thigh, telling him how good he looks, kissing him suddenly and then pulling him into a deeper kiss when he gets it together

at some point you end up in his car, too busy swapping spit and slipping your hands where you can to get a feel of each other under those clothes, to even make it home

of course eventually you do, but even then your teasing doesn’t stop

ohhh sitting in his lap, rolling your hips into his, kissing him breathless until he’s babbling

you try to pull away, partially to tease cove but also because its late and his dad will be back any time now

but he convinces you to just get each other off, that you’ll have enough time so please?

and while you’re jerking cove off, you hear cliff’s car pull up and cove has not been quiet whatsoever, you couldn’t possibly risk it

but he’s so desperate, he’s so close to finishing, you can’t stop now!!

on the verge of tears prbly, all blushy and hot and a total mess

babbling about how he’ll be quiet so please make him cum, he’ll be good so please.

he’s such a doll, and he does keep his promise, even if it means shoving your undies in his mouth or muffling him some other way, like with your hands, lips, or sex

or you can let him bite/hide his face in the pillow, messing up his bed from all his squirming…

fuck this turned into such a big ramble tysm for sending this, im sorry i used this as a chance to unleash my apocalypse of horny brainworms LOL

[fairyofjaeyun]

oral fixation + degrading ㋡

[1:31] now playing: heartbeat - isabel larosa

[a/n] another 10/10 skz reaction ! I swear stays request the best yet most freakiest shit and I love it

requested 💟

⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙

—chan ✩

“there you go, bitch,” you murmur while grinding your hips against his tongue, holding down his wrists so he wouldn’t touch you. you let yourself moan when you feel the tip of his nose briefly rub your clit, making him moan against you. he eats you out with long strokes of his tongue as you start gripping his hair and squeezing your thighs on his face, which makes his hips buck into the cold air. you lean back and move your hands to hold down his hips, “nuh-uh, that pathetic dick of yours isn’t getting anything until I cum. I don’t care how long it takes.”

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—minho ✩

“come on, get it nice and wet for me,” you said to minho, forcefully grabbing his head and bringing it towards your strap. Minho’s mouth opens for you almost instinctively, letting his head relax so you could move it around as if he was your little rag doll. you don’t shy away from being rough, making him take all of your length immediately, holding him as gags. “that’s it, bitch. you always take me so well.” the mix of degradation and praise makes his head fuzzy and eyes water. he wraps his lips around you, only loosening his jaw to gag and cough when reflex kicked in. you laugh, your hips now fucking his face, “I love making my pretty bitch cry.” he whines and groans loudly before his body suddenly curves and jerks forward, an embarrassing amount of cum now seeping through his boxer shorts.

⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙

—changbin ✩

the view was perfect. you were sat against the headboard, looking down at changbin between your legs. his face deep in your pussy, leaving his fluffy hair out to grab whenever his tongue deliciously rubbed against your clit. his sculpted muscles along his back and shoulder contorting whenever you pulled his hair or squished your thighs against his face. “fuck, changbin, you’re so good,” you moan, “it’s like you were only made for eating pussy—just a pathetic slave for mommy.” changbin whines and grinds down on the mattress, using more force with his tongue. “oh, you like that?” you laugh through your moans, hissing when briefly sucks your clit. “of course you do, slave.”

⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙

—hyunjin ✩

“look how filthy you are,” you spat, shoving the camera in hyunjin’s face as he sucked your strap. he moans against the toy, more drool dripping down the corners of his mouth. the harsh words towards him only made his eyelids heavier and his cock twitch more, encouraging him to bob his head faster. “you like it, don’t you? you like sucking mommy’s cock while you get treated like a whore.” his answer is a muffled hum against your strap and a weak nod, which looked absolutely gorgeous on camera.

⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙

—jisung ✩

his stroke were becoming sloppy. his focus turning towards your swollen nipple in his mouth, occasionally being distracted by your walls clenching around him, causing him to whine and push himself deeper inside you. “I knew you were too useless to top,” you said cruelly, your tone making him twitch inside you. “too bad you have such a nice cock and you don’t know how to use it.” jisung whines into your chest, starting to pitifully roll his hips. “uh-uh, don’t try now. I think you’re better off letting me do all the work.” you pulled him up by his hair, his mouth unlatching from your breast with some resistance, and you could now see all the spit that drenched his chin. “how pathetic.”

⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙

—felix ✩

felix loves the way you torture him. he loves when you deprive him of full satisfaction, just giving him enough to turn into mush in your hands. he already has his mouth open and tongue out once he felt your teasing finger on his chin, looking at you with pleading eyes. his lips wrap around then delicately at first, letting you push towards the back of his tongue before sucking harshly at them. he instinctively closes his eyes and moans, running his tongue against you. “look at you, getting hard just from sucking my fingers like a worthless whore,” you say rather calmly, your other hand grazing his cheek. felix whimpers in an octave far from his everyday voice, sucking even harder and bucking his hips towards you.

⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙

—seungmin ✩

he was lost in his own little world. his eyes shut closed and his face nuzzled into your chest as he sucked on your nipple. his other hand lazily groped and squeezed the other one. “such a horny puppy,” you chuckle, almost cooing when you see his eyes flutter over his droopy lids and a small moan is muffled by your breast. “is my bad dog in heat?” seungmin’s brain is too fuzzy to even answer you, too focused on the feeling of your nipple in his mouth. you laugh again, brushing your fingers through his soft hair, “my dumb puppy.”

⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙

—jeongin ✩

tears have already brimmed along his waterline as he tried to take all of your length. between the corners of his lips burning and his prostate being stimulated from the dildo he was sitting on, he couldn’t help but sob. “look at you. you get some dick up your ass and now you can’t even think straight,” you laughed at him and push his head down further on your strap, making him gag and whine. he softly puts his hands on your knees for support and looks up at you, silently asking for permission. you answer with a surprisingly soft touch to his cheek. “keep going, slut. you’re not stopping until I’m satisfied.”

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@donghoonie-3 @femdomlieeh @sugar-petals @k-femdove @bookobsessedfreak @hello-stranger24 @lynanist @sobiood @yahaballa @imagine-this-motherfucker @enhypensunoostan

[honeylations]

HEYYY IK THIS IS REALLY FREAKYY BUT LIKEE CMONN it’s not that bad …right ???

could u PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEE do something like reader eating ryujin out and she squ!rt!ng like onfggg that would be so hot I would literally pass out

I gotchu <3

SHIN RYUJIN x FEM!READER

Prompt: You decided to surprise your girlfriend in the morning by eating her out real good under the sheets

Warnings/Notes: somnophilia(?), squirting, pussy eating, cursing

———

You woke up earlier than usual and it was all because you couldn’t keep your head out of the conversation you had with Chaeryeong the previous night.

What started off as a normal catch up conversation ended up into both of your personal sex lives with your girlfriends. You told Chaer that the sex was good and normal but you sensed that it needed a teeny bit more spice to make it exciting.

That’s when she explained how Yeji would eat her out in her sleep and she’d wake up to it, for some reason it felt way better than it happening during normal sex. Chaeryeong further explained how it felt relaxing and so damn good that she squirted for the first time all over Yeji’s face.

The thought of it happening to you and Ryujin sent a tingle in between your legs. That’s when an idea popped into your head.

Unfortunately your girlfriend had been swamping herself in tons and tons of books to prepare for an upcoming exam. On the bright side, Ryujin had no lectures that morning so she slept in like a baby.

For you, you took the time in washing up and looking pretty before slipping out of your silk robe and crawling under the covers where your girlfriend’s legs had already been spread. Thankfully Ryujin only wore her bra and panties to bed so you gave a quick kiss to her clothed clit before sliding it off.

You then placed her smooth legs over your shoulder and gave an experimental lick over her entrance, seeing a small squirm erupt from her. Smiling at the reaction, you attached your lips onto her clit and sucked feverishly, her whines getting louder before a hand automatically gripped onto your hair, pushing closer.

“A-Ah, w-what?” You heard her deep voice speak.

It took her a few seconds to process what was happening before she jolted up and pushed the covers off, seeing you eat her needy cunt so good. You moaned at her taste, making your girlfriend’s back arch as she now used two hands on your head.

“F-Fuck! Baby!”

“Good morning sweetie” you pulled away to quickly say, resting your cheek against her thigh.

“Babe…w-why?”

“You’ve clearly been stressed. Wanted to help out. Now, less talking. I’ll do all the work this time” You winked and dove back in, giving attention to her clit with your tongue while two fingers pushed into her hole.

“Oh my-fuck! Yes yes, there!” She suddenly cried, voice going raspy.

You looked up at her with innocent eyes and it was difficult for Ryujin to hold eye contact from the mind blowing thrusts you were giving to her, head ending up thrown back on the pillows and seeing stars.

“Always so good, baby. So so good~” Ryujin squealed as her hips started to buck into your face.

You knew she was gonna cum.

“Gonna cum already, baby, gonna cum! Don’t stop please” She panted, tears brimming her eyes.

You felt her walls tighten around your fingers with a harsh suck to her clit, sending Ryujin into a cumming mess and blabbers of curse words mixed with your name.

But you didn’t stop. Your fingers continued its rough pace and your lips never left her sensitive cunt. Ryujin started to sob, trying to push you away but you held her down as best you could without slowing your movements.

“F-FUCK WAIT! Baby-I…I can’t, oh my fucking god! Stop stop!”

From the way you felt her clench around your fingers again, there was no way she wanted you to stop. You added an extra finger with ease, knowing what was coming soon.

And you were ready for it. Ready for all of it.

“B-BABY! Y-Y/N I—“ Not being able to finish her sentence, she released a deafening cry.

All while her juice quite literally sprayed and drenched your fingers and face. You watched with sparkling eyes as she continued to squirt all over you like a kid watching their favourite show. Your fingers started to slow down which allowed your girlfriend to relax into the bed with soft whimpers and cries. You crawled up to her, exposing her art and she wanted to slap the bright smile from your lips.

“O-Oh my god…where did you learn that”

You shrugged and laid on her chest, wiping the liquid with your fingers and waving it in her face. “Hehe~ You squirted”

Ryujin rolled her eyes and used the blanket to wipe the mess off of you. “And it felt hella good. Next time it’s your turn” she hugged you tightly.

“Next time? Why not now?” You smirked at her, grabbing her hand and leading it south to your entrance that seemed more soaked than when she squirted on you.

“You’re so lucky I don’t have uni” Ryujin breathed out before rushing to push the blankets away and open your legs.

A/N: hope you liked it. I’m sorry it’s short 🥺

[sadhours]

blue sunday

chapter two

billy hargrove x fem!oc (daisy way)

masterlist

cw: 18+, minors dni, smut, nipple play, p in v, unprotected, talk about babies

summary: the day after the first night Daisy spends in her new home with her new husband.

She hit the jackpot. He’s got a job, he’s got a sick ass car and he owns a house. Trailer. Whatever. It’s better than the fucking Starlite Motel. He’s the hottest man she’s seen in this shit town— Hell, he’s the hottest man she’s seen, ever. So maybe she manipulated the situation to get what she wanted. She doesn’t care. Daisy feels the same magnetic pull Billy does, she feels justified in using her body to get here.

Billy’s trailer is tidy. Not like a clean freak tidy, but like he doesn’t spend all that much time here. He barely has belongings. There’s furniture. A used and abused couch, definitely owned by cat people before Billy got his hands on it. Daisy thinks he might’ve found it on the side of the road. A coffee table from the 60’s, with rings and stains on it. It’s covered in papers and receipts and empty cigarette packs. Two big glass ashtrays and several empty beer cans. His room is interesting. A mattress on the floor, sheets that used to be white but have been tinged yellow by sweat and a big, scratchy brown blanket. The closet has plenty of room for Daisy’s clothes and Billy helped put them in there.

Helped is a stretch, considering that Daisy just sat on the bed and admired him as he did all the work. Because holy fuck, is he gorgeous. Dirty blonde mullet that’s outgrown but he has curls and he obviously takes pride in them but hasn’t bothered to get a haircut in a while. Daisy likes it, though. He was wearing a white muscle tee and denim jeans that he cut into very short shorts. She stared at his thighs until she couldn’t help herself. Crawled over to him and sucked his cock as he leant against the doorframe of the closet.

Billy is the prettiest man Daisy’s ever been with. And she’s been with a lot of men. She did have to have an awkward conversation about how she made money. But it wasn’t as bad as he thought. Daisy’s a stripper. Or was, until she was fired for fighting a particularly drunk patron who grabbed her ankle while she was on stage. Daisy’s got a mean left hook and broke the fuckers nose. He deserved it. But now she has no income.

Her new husband told her not to worry, he’ll take care of her. Daisy’s pretty certain he was relieved she wasn’t a prostitute and he did ask for a lap dance. Which she owes him.

The first night sleeping next to him was so exciting that they barely got any sleep before Billy had to wake up at five to get ready for work. Then Daisy slept the day away.

“Baby,” she hears, warm and deep against her ear as she feels a large hand on her hip.

As she blinks awake, she’s met with a dirty Billy. His shirt is covered in dirt, his curls not as defined and he reeks of sweat. An incredibly arousing smell that has her gripping his shirt and pulling him into a kiss.

“Fuck, you smell good,” she mumbles into it.

Billy laughs, it feels good and lovely against her mouth and she’s spreading her legs under the covers, “I fucking reek. I need a shower.”

“You need to fuck me,” Daisy challenges, kicking the blankets off her legs.

“Do I?” he asks, raising an eyebrow and he has that stupid and gorgeous smirk on his face.

“We both need it,” she insists, pulling him on top of her.

They don’t even undress, just enough shuffling to get Billy’s cock out and Daisy’s pussy exposed. He still has his work boots on, dirtying up the sheets as he slips his cock into her. They’re like animals in heat. It’s a bit ridiculous. But he ruts into her like he’s earned it and Daisy’s wrapping her legs around his waist and begging for it.

“Fuck,” Billy curses, face so close to Daisy’s she can feel his scruff against her cheek.

“Yeah, fuck me, fuck me, daddy,” she whines, pulling on his dirty hair, “Feels so good…”

“You always want it,” he mumbles, “You’re like a fucking dream…”

Daisy nods, “Need it… need you all the time, give it to me.”

Billy holds her thighs up, pounding into her relentlessly, “You take it so good… such a good girl for me.”

She feels feral for him, in a way she’s never felt for another person. Maybe their relationship is completely built on sex, hell it’s so new but she doesn’t care. All she knows is she wants Billy. And she’ll do anything to keep him. The chemistry is heavy though. He’s easy to be around, she knows if she wasn’t asleep the whole time she would’ve missed him like crazy and they just met. And he’s her fucking husband. That realization has her tightening around him and crazy enough, she’s close to cumming. At the simple thought that this sexy man is her husband.

“I’m gonna cum,” she confesses, “I’m gonna fucking cum, don’t stop!”

Billy pistons his hips, driving his cock deeper into her. Over and over until she’s screaming and melting on his cock. It’s delicious. But Daisy’s insatiable with Billy. Doesn’t want this to end. Billy does good, doesn’t explode the second she does so she gets to hold onto it for longer. Clutching onto him desperately as she revels in the feeling of pure ecstasy he gives her. Reaches up and tweaks her own nipple to draw the orgasm out longer. Her legs are shaking the longer it goes on until Billy huffs, flips them over so she’s straddling him and he grabs her hips.

“What? D’ya get tired?” Daisy teases as she grinds down on him, eyes threatening to roll back as the tip of his cock brushes over her sensitive spot.

Billy rolls his own eyes, a smirk playing at his pretty pink lips as he replies, “I was just building a fucking house for eight hours and you slept all day. Think it’s only fair if you do some of the work. Get your workout in. Make me cum.”

Well, she can’t exactly argue with that. Daisy bounces up and down, her legs burn from earlier though. The way he had them pinned up wasn’t the most comfortable position but he’s given her a challenge. And Daisy doesn’t shy away from those.

She works for it, mouth hanging open in concentration as she rides Billy. His mouth mirrors hers, open for a different reason though. She places her hands on his chest, using the leverage to bounce a little higher and a lot harder. But while her hands are there, her pinky swipes against Billy’s perked nipple and he gasps, his hips jerking up from the sensation and Daisy’s eyes widen, her plush lips quirking up into a shiteating grin.

“Oh,” is all she says before pushing his dirty shirt up over his pecks. Daisy lightly grazes her thumbs over his nipples and a beautiful moan tumbles from Billy’s lips. She keeps on, moving her thumbs in circles and occasionally pinching his nipples as she rides him all slow and deliberate.

“Faster,” he grunts, “so close.”

“Wanna feel you fill me up,” she tells him, voice all breathy as she picks up the pace and keeps toying with his hard nipples. With each drag of his pulsing cock against her walls, Daisy feels herself ramping up towards a second orgasm. Which is insane to her. It’s rare to cum once, it’s unheard of to cum twice and this fucker makes it happen almost every single time.

And it’s like he knows or something, because he moves his hand from her hip down to her cunt and presses his thumb on her aching clit. It sends shockwaves all over Daisy’s body and he laughs as she bends forward a little bit. She lets him have it, though. Works her hips faster and harder even though her thighs are screaming at her to slow down. Billy’s thumb moves in quick circles and Daisy’s a goner. Her hands grab onto Billy’s pecks, nails scratching at her warm, tanned skin as she writhes against him. A string of moans falling from her lips as she’s washed in a second wave of ecstasy. Then Billy’s grabbing her hips again, holding her steady as he thrusts up into her, hard and fast. And he finishes, filling Daisy up as they both go limp, clutching onto each other and panting heavily.

“I think I like you,” Billy mumbles against her temple after a beat, his thick fingers squeezing her bum.

Daisy giggles and rubs her face against his, “Good. ‘Cause you’re stuck with me.”

“I like being stuck to you,” he replies easily, thrusts his hips up weakly for emphasis but Daisy can feel him softening quickly inside of her and she has to push away the insecurity that brings. They literally just had sex, she knows she’s being dramatic. Billy spanks her butt softly and says, “How’s about you go start us a shower. I’m gonna throw these sheets in the wash.”

“Whatever you want, daddy,” she kisses his cheek before lifting herself off of him. She feels his cum leaking down her thighs as she walks to the bathroom, leaning into the shower to turn the faucet on. Waits a bit with her fingers under the stream to feel the temperature before she sits on the toilet, using toilet paper to wipe up the mess on her thighs as she waits for the rest of it to drip out.

By the time Billy makes his way into the bathroom, Daisy’s under the spray of the shower. He strips and enters behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against him. Lips against her ear he asks, “So what do you think? It ain’t so bad here, yeah?”

“So far,” she teases, turning to catch his lips in a kiss. One that turns heated quickly and Billy pulls away laughing.

“My dicks gonna fall off at the rate we keep going,” he tells her.

“Ooh, wouldn’t want that. It’s one of your best assets,” Daisy replies and turns back towards the spray of water, wetting her hair and then switching spots with Billy so he can wet his. She reaches for the shampoo, squirting a bit in her palm before setting it back down and lathering her hair up.

“Speaking of that… you on the pill?” Billy asks, eyes closed under the water.

Yeah… about that.

“No,” she says softly.

“Well, shit,” he huffs as they swap places.

As Daisy rinses out her hair, she offers, “The trailer is three bedrooms…”

“Should we really jump into having kids, though?”

“You don’t want kids?” Daisy asks, watching as Billy thoroughly shampoos his hair. They swap again.

“Hadn’t ever really thought about it,” he says, eyes closed again as he rinses. Daisy’s eyes wander down his chest and stomach. She thinks he’d look really cute with his belly button pierced. “I mean, I’m open to it, but that’s moving pretty damn fast.”

“We’re married.”

Billy opens one eye to look at Daisy. He smiles though. Finishes washing his hair out and again they swap.

“I think I should buy some condoms,” he says as he coats his curly ends with a conditioner and then reaches for the body wash.

“I hate condoms,” Daisy whines, “they smell so bad and they’re just icky.”

Billy cackles at that, starts lathering Daisy up in body wash when he says, “You sound like a man.”

“Oh and you love them?” Daisy raises an eyebrow.

“God, no,” Billy makes a face of disgust but steadies it quick, “We just… probably should be safe. For now, at least. I mean, fuck, Daisy, we don’t even know each other.”

Daisy swaps places with him, runs her hands up and down his chiseled body and says in a seductive tone, “I know I can’t ever give up this gorgeous body.”

“We should make sure this’ll stick before we go making babies,” Billy tells her.

“And how do you suppose we do that?”

“Get to know each other. We’re starting tonight. I’m taking you out,” Billy smiles all big and pretty at her.

[woso-fan13]

This is a Nightmare

For the third night in a row, your moms are woken up to harsh cries. The darkness filling the window frame only confirms that the harsh red numbers on the alarm clock were right: it was way too early to be up. 

They glance slyly at each other, not daring to breathe. Neither wants to be the one to have to leave the warm and comfortable bed. But as your cries grow more panicked and they can hear your breathing become labored, they both throw back the covers and climb out of their cocoon. 

Flipping the hall light on and hurrying to your doorway, they find you trying to climb out of your crib. Your face was flushed red, a mixture of tears and snot pouring onto your chin. Pernille rushes forward, scooping you into her arms. Your limbs wrap around her and you bury your head in her neck. She grimaces as she feels your wet face, but lets you have this comfort. 

“Mummy,” you whimper pitifully, hiccuping between tears. 

“Shh, darling, Mummy’s right here. I promise you, you are okay. Mama and Mummy are right here,” she reassures you. 

After saying this, she looks around the room to realize that Mama is not, in fact, right there. Magda must have snuck off somewhere else. If she were smart, she would be back in bed, asleep. Practice was early in the morning and she was expected to be ‘on’ from the moment she arrived. The others were somewhat used to Pernille being in a foul mood in the morning, when they saw you being carried in they knew it would mean extra drills. 

But- the thing about Magda- she’s not smart when it comes to you. You were her baby, the most important thing in her life, and she would gladly sacrifice a few hours of sleep every night. Hell, if you asked, she would quit soccer. You would never do that, the three of you had your own connection on the field that made you unstoppable, but she would do it without hesitation. 

Luckily, you were too distraught to notice that Mama was missing. You were content to lean fully into Mummy, allowing her to lead your breathing after your scary dream. You had been having nightmares for days, which meant your mommies had been up with you for days. 

Pernille takes advantage of your tears finally stopping, laying you down on the changing table. You whine and try reaching for her, but she only shushes you and pops a soother into your mouth. She makes quick work of changing you and wipes your face clean. Now that you’re finally cleaned up, she pulls you into her arms and sways you gently as she walks back to her room. 

Of course, Pernille had been right, Magda had not been smart and gone back to sleep. She was currently sitting on her side of the bed, arms outstretched to accept your body. She had a warm bottle sitting next to her, and the room had been set up just the way you like it. 

You fuss slightly as you’re handed over, but settle quickly into the familiar arms of your Mama. She cradles you against her chest, and your hand clutches onto the neckline of her shirt. She chuckles, mumbling something that sounds like “needy baby” while she gently kisses the top of your head. 

She pulls your pacifier out, replacing it smoothly with your baba. You hesitate for just a second before you begin suckling. Your moms watch you, stroking between your eyes and rubbing your belly- a sure fire way to get you to fall asleep. 

Sure enough, you were asleep before you had finished your milk. Pernille takes the bottle, setting it in her nightstand to deal with in the morning. Magda carefully maneuvers you so that you’re in the middle of the bed. It was your unofficial official spot in the big bed. 

The harsh red numbers made it very clear to them that they only had a couple more hours of sleep left before they needed to be up, but neither woman wanted to fall asleep. They wanted to be with you, to cuddle you, to keep the monsters out of your dreams. So, with drooping eyelids, they watched the steady rise and fall of your chest as you slept. It wasn’t much later that they joined you in dreamland. 

[cherry-pop-elf]

Angel With A Ticket

George Weasley x Knight Bus Conductor Reader

You’ve worked on the knight bus for so long, and saw such a variety of faces. What happens when you meet a face that normally smiles, but can’t seem to plaster one on?

Can be read as romantic or platonic

Warnings: Angst, Mention of Death, Vague setting, Implied self harm, Survivors Guilt, George Weasley Deserves To Mourn, Dead Fred, Reader is everyone’s therapist, ya know?

“Hey-! We got one-!” The familiar bobble of the shrunken head would alert you, as you hurried down the stairs of the upper floors. Your bag nearly sending you flying, with its weight. Had the head laugh, before you flicked its forgotten nose. Getting a whine.

“Let’s see who the poor sap in distress is this time-“ You hummed, as the bus gave its sharp stop. Your body having grown used to such a swing, and able to remain standing. “Ya can handle a bus, but not a bag. Magical~!” The head mocked, as the doors opened.

Your eyes couldn’t help but widen, as you saw who was standing there. Was a Weasley, and by the fact a sparkling W pin was on the pocket….It was a twin. Couldn’t be. Twins come in pairs. Where’s the other half? Must be some trick of the eyes. Where is the second in command? You would jump off the bus, and have a look around. Trying to find him.

“It’s just me….” The twin said, with a defeated sigh. “It’s going to be just me. Forever…..Can I just come on already-?” The twin said, as he rubbed at his arms. Suit jacket seeming a mess, and not quite as dapper as it normally was. You tilted your head, as you gave him a better look. Wondering what he was on about.

Normally such vivid eyes were dull, freckled smile missing, and by god so was an ear. Where did his ear go? That’s when it all dawned on you. That same baggy eye look you’ve seen so much of so recently. That was the face of someone who’s been through war. Oh no.

“I’m…..So sorry.” You whispered, as it was hard to process. The idea that twins weren’t twins anymore. “I-“ You didn’t know what else to say, and it didn’t seem like he did either. Just handing over the ticket, and you were quick to autopilot through the transaction. He would climb himself onto the bus, and the energy changed.

The man was normally a beacon of energy and positivity. Didn’t seem like that would be what the bus would feel tonight. With him on the bus, you saw he had no bags. Made you curious why he would be on the bus at all. From what you recall, from your school days, those twins mastered apparation very young.

“Got any beds available?” He asked you, and a nod was what you gave him. “Second floor, to your right.” You said, only to watch him climb up the stairs. It was still hard to comprehend such a livley man went so limp. Probably better to not let him know you didn’t know which twin he was.

“Georgie boy sure has handled it the best he can. Poor child.” Dre said, as if reading your mind. “Still runnen that shop. Maken sure them kids get their fix and be all smiles. Doing the lords work, that be sure.” He sighed, making you wonder if he could breath at all.

“Can’t imagine running a shop you built from the ground up, with your twin, all by yourself.” You admit, as the bus would snap back into the road again. Moving at speeds that could kill. “Why else ya think he’s here? Ain’t the first time.” Dre explained.

That made sense, now that you thought about it. When you weren’t on shift, he must sometimes come sleep on the bus. Just to be somewhere different. This poor man. You didn’t know why, but you wanted to help. Maybe because you knew those twins gave the world everything. And Fred seemed to prove it, with his own life.

Up the stairs you went, to see the many other sleeping passengers. Many a young teen running away from home, to mothers escaping house holds that didn’t want them. So many sad story’s the bus held. All giving them a needed moments rest, before their next stop. Now the infamous George Weasley was in that pile.

You would dance around the sliding beds, as to soon stand next to his own. To look down, as he made sure to have his working ear face the world. Dress jacket would be tossed over the metal head board, and shoes kicked off, as he tried to get some sleep. Struggling, as you saw his eyes flutter behind his lids. The way he would rub his arms, as if they were always in pain. Attacked by the chill.

“Need a blanket….or something-?” You awkwardly asked, getting a snort from him. “Rather have my brother back, but ‘pose that’s a bit harder. Huh?” He more so muttered, as you let him vent. Seemed he was surprised you did. Was sitting up even, with a brow raised.

“Not gonna tell me that I’m being to blunt, or intense-?” He puzzled. “What-? No….You lost your identical twin. Everyone here has their own story, and ways to deal with trauma. Like hell I’m going to tell you to shut up. If it helps it helps.” You scoffed, as you took offense. Thinking he thought you were fragile. You work on the Knight Bus. Fragile doesn’t exist in that sentence.

“Sure seems like everyone else does. Ya know-?” He begins, and you happily let him. Taking a seat on the bed, and soon did your song and dance. Many a patron would sob their woes to you. That’s just what the Knight Bus was meant for. To let struggling wizards, and witches, get some clarity. And he was no exception.

His head was soon in your lap, as he went on about his woes. How his family more so was pretending Fred didn’t even exist, afraid to even say his name around him. Like it would trigger him to hurt himself more. Acting like he didn’t exist for his sake. Made him just act out more. He was just able to finally vent to someone about it all, and you happily listened.

You let him sniffle, and wiped his tears away, as he goes on about how he could have saved him. If he had just not lost his ear, and was forced to tend to the people in the medical station. That he could have prevented his death, if he didn’t lose his ear. You didn’t dare interrupt, and just let him mourn. Might be the first time he did.

It wouldn’t be long before he was able to finally sleep. They always fell asleep like that. Cry out their sorrows, and you would listen. Let them know that someone was there for them. You would gently rest his head on the pillow, making sure he slept on his left side, before pulling a blanket over him.

“Sleep well, big guy. Do it for Fred.” You whispered, as you would slip back down the stairs. As you did, you couldn’t help but feel a chill run through you. As if some ghost was running up the stairs. You brushed it off as in coming London rain, before you leaned over the railing. Back to your post, with Dre.

“Hope ya know he’s gonna be a regular.” Dre warned you. “And-?” You smarted, getting a smile. “Guess you are cut out for this job.” He laughed, as you rolled your eyes. Despite it all, you did glance up. Knowing that ray of sunshine was up there. You worried, and maybe it was about time someone did for him. “Sleep well.” You whispered, as the bus made its next stop.

“Oye-!” You shouted, as you hopped off the bus. “Come on. Don’t wait for the grass ta grow, it’s time to go-!” You tried to joke, as you grabbed the runaways bags. Helping them on, before you vanished into the night. Leaving behind only the sounds of screeching tires.

[peachyjinx]

*furiously running to your ask so hard there are skid marks on the ground*

I’ve been CRAVING some more orgasm denial so a drabble with that would be 💯

Only if you can, of course! There’s no pressure! 💚💚

@sarahscribblesssI couldn't decide who would be denied, so I figured- why not both?

This ended up more than a drabble tho...

The Denial Game

Relationship:

Pt 1: Dom!Loki x Sub!Reader,

Pt 2: Sub!Loki x Domme!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: 18+, oral (M & F receiving), spanking, orgasm denial

Part 1

“What are…what are you doing, Loki?”, you ask as he angrily pulls you into your room by your arm. The cocktails from the evening course through your veins, making you stumble into the darkened room. 

“Did you think your actions tonight would go unnoticed by me??,” Loki sneers as he closes the door behind him and walks closer to you. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…”, your mind races through the evening as Loki towers over you, a menacing glare on his face. You can feel his warm breath lightly hit your cheeks as you look up at him, as you try to figure out why he’s acting like this. 

It was poker night in the Avengers tower, and you can’t recall what could’ve riled Loki up so much. The night was raucous as you all blew off steam, laughing and carrying on.  The evening came to an end with Tony winning the final pot to everyone’s annoyance.

Your look of confusion was obviously irritating Loki, his hands balling into fists as he glared at you. 

“You informed Stark and Banner of my ‘tell’”, he sharply explained, enunciating “tell”. 

“Oh that? How did you know that?” you bite your lip, trying to hold back a grin as you attempt to feign innocence while you step back, giving yourself breathing room from the irritable God. You think back an hour before, when you had joked with the two men when you had grabbed snack refills in the kitchen. Loki, naturally, had been cleaning the team out all night. So amidst the complaining in the kitchen, you offhandedly remarked to them that when he had a good hand, to watch his right eyebrow. 

Loki prided himself on his ability to remain unreadable. But you knew him better, especially when he had mead. 

“You thought you could obfuscate your intentions around me? That I wouldn’t notice Banner and Stark’s obvious improvement in the game?,” Loki chided you, crossing his arms.

“Are you serious?,” you scoffed. “It was just a game of poker, Loki, what’s the big deal?”, you ask incredulously as you remove your heels and make your way to your bedroom. 

From behind you hear Loki sigh. The room is suddenly eerily quiet as he doesn’t respond. 

“You are supposed to be loyal to me- and me only- pet. And now tonight I must remind you where your loyalties should lie”, he darkly responded, his voice lower now. 

“What are you talking about?”, you turn around, indignant at his apparent tantrum. Then your eyes land on his face. Loki’s features are calmer now, but his eyes are filled with a fire that you recognize- he isn’t just mad, he’s turned on. Your eyes drift down to the prominent bulge in his tight pants. A wave of heat crashes  through your body, as you realize what was probably going to come next. 

“Did you really think you could betray me without my knowing? And when I discovered your recalcitrance that I would not seek to punish you?”, Loki asked, slowly walking over to your couch while removing his suit jacket. You resist the urge to roll your eyes, thinking better of it.

“Come here”, he commanded from his seat on your couch, his cool tone sending a thrill through you. A flood rushed to your core, and you’re suddenly very aware of the wetness in your panties. You loved when he was like this.

You make your way to Loki, and he quickly snaps his long arm out, grabbing your waist and forcefully bending you over his lap. You know what’s coming and you hear blood rushing in your ears in anticipation. His erection is pushed into your stomach, and a small whine escapes your lips. 

Loki slowly hikes up your dress, exposing your lace covered ass. He hums in appreciation as he caresses your skin tenderly. You feel the wetness in your folds, and brace yourself for the impact about to come. 

THWACK. He smacks your ass and you squeal loudly. The burning sensation spreads throughout your left cheek, making you squirm on his lap. 

“Stay still and receive your punishment,” Loki grabs your wrists and holds them behind your back, making you moan.

THWACK. Another hit, his hand stretched against both cheeks. You feel your breath quicken, arousal consuming you. 

THWACK. Tears well up as you feel the might of his hand landing on your ass for a third time. Loki pauses for a moment, the only sound is your breathing and quiet moans. 

“And how is my pet feeling now? Do you regret working with our cohorts against me?”,  Loki’s deep voice affectionately coos.

“Yes, Loki…”, you know better than to argue with him, or you’d be raw and unable to sit tomorrow.

Loki lifts you off of his lap, his prominent erection making you whimper as he carries you to your bed. He lies you down on your back, and the cool comforter feels like a balm on your sore skin. Loki slowly removes your panties, while he drops down to his knees. He gently spreads your legs, kneading your inner thighs. You know you’re already close to coming, his intense, lust-driven spanking driving you mad. 

“Now you are not to hold back, I want everyone in this tower to remember where your allegiances lie,” Loki drawled as he took a large lick up your slit, moving slowly, tantalizing you.

“Oh God..” , you groaned, hips bucking into his mouth.

“That’s right, pet. I am your God, do not forget that,” he teased, nipping at your thigh. The next moment, he dips his tongue between your lips, and he feverishly devours you, licking and sucking at your folds. 

You look down to see his eyes burning with angry lust, his fingers digging in harshly into your thighs. You writhe under his demanding attention, moaning and screaming his name. The pressure builds quickly, your body alight with electricity from the spankings and intensity Loki is bestowing on you. 

He continues to feast on you, and you begin panting quickly, nearing the edge. 

“Do you want release, pet?” Loki purred, looking at you with dangerous eyes. 

“Yes…please, sir,” you moaned, on the precipice.

A dark chuckle comes from Loki as he lifts his head from your wet core. You lift your head and look at him, confused. Loki stands up, removes a silk handkerchief from his pocket, and dabs  your wetness off of his face.

“No. You have not earned it. Do not touch yourself, and do not find release until I say so.”

“But..what? Loki..you can’t,” you desperately cry, propping yourself up on your elbows with  pleading look. 

“Oh but I can. You are not to come until I give you permission,” Loki turns with his back to you as he walks towards the door, and looks over his shoulder as he walks out. 

“Good night, pet”, he flashes a devilish smile as he disappears into the darkness. 

PT 2

Two whole weeks. It had been two weeks since Loki had left you dazed and on the brink of orgasm. And he had been teasing you mercilessly since. Any time he was around you, he would send you sultry glances, touch you seductively on the small of your back, or whisper in your ear. He was becoming unbearable. 

On the elevator just a couple days after he had left you needy in your bed, he had pinned you up against the wall and kissed you passionately, groping you and grinding his hard length into your thigh. You would’ve let him take you right there, cameras be damned. 

A week into your torment, he came on to you in the communal showers. Walking up to you with his large erection, he demanded you let him wash you. You let him, as he pushed his cock against your ass while he caressed your body with a soapy loofah. Pure torture. 

And now he was grinning at you in the back of a car, as the two of you made your way to the restaurant for a birthday dinner. 

“And how is my pet faring without her God to release her?,” He asked, a casual air about him as he sat close to you, his finger lightly trailing down your thigh. 

“Like you care,” you snap. You are so tightly wound, you could probably come just by sheer will at this point. But you don’t want to give him the satisfaction. You can’t let him win. You have a plan- and he won’t like it one bit. 

“I’ve decided to give you what you need..what you crave so desperately. I expect you to be waiting for me in my quarters, midnight.”, Loki looked at you with his trademark smirk, and your eyes leered down over his bespoke suit covering him with aching perfection. Perfect, like always. 

“Loki, you better not be lying because I don’t know how much longer I can take this,” your voice broke as you felt hot all over, trying not to mount him in the car right now. 

Loki reaches out his hand to your chin, making you look into his eyes. He leans forward, slowly kisses you gently, as his hands cup your cheeks. You moan into his mouth as you dip your tongue into his, your hand wandering to his cock. It’s hard already. He gently grabs your hand and removes it from his lap, breaking the kiss. 

“You have been so good for me, pet. I promise I will be there,” Loki assures you from his pink lips. Breathless, you nod, as the door opens and Loki steps out. A shiver runs through your body and you take his hand as the two of you get out of the car. 

Then you smile to yourself, knowing what’s in store for him. After the first week, you had had enough of Loki’s teasing and enlisted help to pay him back. You had gone to Bruce, knowing he had special shackles that could restrain Loki, built with the help of Dr. Strange- and that Loki didn’t know about. You had visited Bruce in the labs, asking for the restraints. 

–

“Can I borrow them? Just for a couple of hours, I want to test them out”, you smiled at Bruce, batting your eyes. 

“Why? We haven’t needed them. What on earth would you need them for?”, he looked at you with a puzzled look.  

You shifted, looking away as you tried to come up with a less slutty reason to need them. 

“Oh ew, I don’t want to know about whatever sick things you guys are into”, Bruce made a face of disgust as he put down the soldering tools he was using. 

“Please, Bruce? I promise I’ll return them. Think of it as an experiment- we won’t know they really work unless we try them on him under extreme duress..”, you smile and look hopeful at him. 

“Ok fine,” Bruce sighed, unable to resist the urge to see if his invention was successful. “Let me show you how they work…”, he walked you over to the cabinets where they were stored.

“And don’t say a word of this to the others,” You looked at him sternly, pointing your finger at him. 

“I don’t even want to know, so don’t worry about that.” 

—-

The anticipation is killing you. You shift on the edge of his couch, facing the door. You had told everyone you had a headache, left the  party early, and are now eagerly waiting for his arrival. You fidget with the controller and small metal balls in your hand. Nanotech that worked like Tony’s suit, all you had to do was turn them on and the shackles would find Loki immediately. 

The door opened and Loki steps in gracefully, a proud smile on his face as he looks you once over, waiting for him.

“There’s my good girl, waiting for me like the perfect pet,” the tremble in his deep voice betrays how turned on he already is. You suspect he is probably just as needy as you. Good.

You launch yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he pulls you tightly to him, the two of you feverishly kissing each other, the build up unbearable. You begin to suck and nip at his neck, his soft curls tickling your cheeks as you mark him. 

Loki reaches his hand down under your skirt and cups your sex, feeling the dampness there under your panties. A moan slips out as you attempt to move the two of you towards the wall. 

“You’re already so wet for me, pet. You’ve been so patient, I promise you will be rewarded,” Loki assures you as his back gently thuds on the wall behind him. 

“I want to show you how much I appreciate you. Can I please?,” you bite his ear, and Loki moans in response as his hands on your hips tighten. His erection pushes against your stomach, and you feel the wetness in between your thighs soaking your panties. A growl emits from Loki’s chest but you fight your instincts to let him take over and fuck you relentlessly like a wild animal.

As you continue to lick and bite his neck, your hand travels to his tight slacks, finding its prize, and you suddenly feel weak in the knees. He is so hard. So hard for you, and he’s all you wanted for weeks. You could barely think about anything else.

But this wasn’t about you bending to his will anymore, this was about control. You wanted to inflict on him what you had experienced. Make him squirm, beg, and plead.

 Newfound resilience flooded you, and you pull the small controller and pods from out of your pocket, turning the manacles on. They nanotech zooms from your hand, finding Loki’s wrists and transforming into large cuffs that fasten his hands firmly to the wall with loud CHUNK.

Loki’s breathing hitches, and you stop your attention on his neck. 

“What–what is this pet?”, he asks as you look up at his face, which is shifting from confusion to anger. 

“I told you, I really really want to show you how much I appreciate you. You deserve to be worshiped,” you smile teasingly and wink at him. 

Loki pulls on the cuffs, unable to move himself, now realizing he’s totally at your mercy. He looks down at you, his pupils blown wide in intense arousal, an arrogant grin on his face. 

“Of course pet, as you wish. You are always welcome to worship me as you see fit-” he gasps as you unzip and pull his aching cock out and begin to run your small hands down the length. 

His eyes close as he leans his head against the wall, any fight in him gone, as he feels you deliver him the pleasure he knows he deserves. 

“I just thought tonight I’d take things slow and make them extra special for you”, you hummed, beginning to pepper kisses on his hot skin of his length. His cock is bright red, precum already beading the tip as you lick gently.

“Mmmm you have a devious mind pet…”, Loki trails off, lost in the moment of feeling your hot mouth wrap around his painfully hard member, just aching to come down your throat. 

You increase your speed, sucking and stroking where your hand cannot reach. Moans begin to spill out of Loki’s mouth, and find yourself feeling faint. His smell, his taste, is overpowering after all of your restraint. 

You feel the ridges of his hot cock against your tongue, as you push your head against his stomach as far as you can go. Tears are beginning to burn your eyes as you choke and sputter, taking your mouth off of him to give your jaw a break. 

You look up at Loki and appreciate  the disheveled state that he’s in, his chest heaving and sweat beading on his forehead. Momentarily you think of changing your plan, letting him come in your throat like he so desperately wants. No, almost there. He looks down at you as you continue to suck on him, massaging his balls. He’s getting close, you can tell by the way his hips are jerking forward. 

You suck up his length one more time, release his cock with a “Pop!” sound. His eyes are now fixed on you, his hair messy and falling around his face, framing his tensely set jaw. You stare back at him, a wry smile on your face as you lean back, gently running just the tips of your fingers down his length. 

“Darling…please..” he looks down at you with pleading eyes, his eyebrows slanted. You feel your cunt clench, his neediness turning you on more than you thought it could. 

You stand up slowly, taking in the scene in front of you- Loki continues to pant, his weeping cock just moments from coming as he looks at you with confusion and desperation.

“Good night, sir,” you smile at him, turning your back to him as he’s left speechless, hot, and ready to burst. You quickly leave the room, and hear a primal, angry scream erupt from behind you, sending a chill down your spine. 

----

Peachyjinx Masterlist

[swallowtailed]

palisade 41

honestly don’t really know where to begin here.

because, like, we all kinda knew this was coming, right? odds were it had to happen sometime. now it has.

but there’s still a real cosmic unfairness to the timing of it. figure died right after they decided they didn’t want to. breaking the wheel of their resurrection is fine and all, but they fought so hard to escape clem and join perennial that it doesn’t really ring true to me.

hearing future in the same sentence reminded me that there’s another suite of definitions for figure, aside from the noun meaning shape or form—the verb meaning guess, consider, imagine.

i’m inclined to read future and perennial as two sides of the same coin—two views of the principality. future sees an inevitable road toward culmination, perennial sees that it’s all the same fucking cycle. also, future seizing on a moment of power from perennial and turning it to their own ends.

real gur just cannot catch a break. they’re stuck with future, inside their own reanimated corpse, guarded by the shell of figure? some real eternal torment there.

so, you know. shit sucks!!

i was really, really hoping eclectic would steal future, and it would also have been incredible for gur sevraq (who, as we know, stole the future) to be stolen from future, but the dice fall as they will

really interesting contrast between the two sides of this arc wrt divine/axiom/mortal/etc relationships. thisbe is guiding integrity and communicating with ebullience, building relationships across ways of being. figure is destroyed just by exposure to divine power, subsumed by the weight of a god rearing up on its own. the axiom being willing to treat with thisbe, the divine destroying figure. which is maybe less about those powers than about the hands moving them—instrumentalization as always a core theme of palisade. 

of course it is also a cautionary tale of the capriciousness of dice. if figure and gur had gotten to speak with future i can imagine it going more like thisbe’s side. but maybe not! we’ll never know.

characters being demanded to envision a future was one of my favorite beats in partizan and it was really cool to hit that again (and to call back to leap!). but also heartbreaking. cori, happy and safe…

aw fuck the crew’s still gonna have to find out that figure is dead… mortality of course goes hand in hand with grief. much like valence’s death i think the positioning of figure’s death is ultimately going to be shaped most by reactions to it

dre’s pc deaths are always so fraught, huh. valence and chine were also kind of messy, sudden deaths—no clean tragedy. which, like, is life, but also, ;-;

the music was incredible. like breathing. and the way the dirge just stops—blinks out.

eclectic drawing up the seismic power of opposition, his own power, was really moving. a bit of grace in that moment.

i’m not sure where they’re gonna go from here, especially in terms of character arcs. it’s a rough downbeat. kind of falls in line with the conflict turns, though—fighting back and forth down to the bitter end. might be a bleak finale although at least one more thing seems set to unfold in this arc so honestly who knows

incidentally, bets on that: the smell of computer parts immediately made me think of the nobel, but the mechanical whine heard across the continent made me wonder if it could be palisade waking up (/being woken up). either way, it’s definitely getting to be alarm clock time, right?? (on the other hand maybe this is just motion activating all across palisade, but a bunch of motion factories just got taken down.)

it’s nice that the a-plot crew were having a fun heist though. cori deserves an alise breka mission

tragedy-ass podcast.