#g low kitty

[elizabethsx8]

[merakidoll]

armin was the type of friend your boyfriend thought he would never have to worry about. armin was pretty, a pretty boy with pretty feminine features! red puffy cheeks, fat pink lips, doe eyes, and long blond lashes to tie everything in. he liked cropped shirts showing off his bling belly button ring, and abs. he liked tight things that showed his perfect figure, and armin loved having bling on his nails. bows, flowers, hello kitty, with a pretty light pink or blue color.

your boyfriend thought armin was harmless; in fact he thought he knew armin’s sexual orientation well. but was he so wrong, he began to be question why you no longer craved intimacy form him - to which he would be blown off with a simple “i’m busy.” you began to spend more and more time with armin, canceling plans with him to tend to armin but still he thought nothing of it. one night you wouldn’t answer him after yet again, leaving him for armin. he took that as an opportunity to show up. blending in with the darkness as he peeked through your window heart aching at the sight. while he thought armin didn’t like women - he didn’t, he loved them. there you were naked in the plush of your bed, your toes that were light blue in the same man he was so sure he didn’t have to worry about mouth.

he could hear your moans and the words you two shared the window doing nothing to hinder him from the sight. “m-minni please!” you begged. the suction around your toes making your pussy ache. “hold on baby” he spread your thick brown legs watching the wetness that stuck to your fat cunt and inner thighs. armin pushed your legs open, knees to your chest spiting on your clenching hole, and letting two fingers rub your clit, the gold bows shining. “y-yess��� your eyes were low and burning to close. tears brimming at your water line as you bucked into his fingers bitting your lip. armin had a small smirk on his lip, moving his fingers and slapping your pussy making a little squirt dribble out of you.

his gripped his long skinny cock and tapped it against you making you both groan in unison. “you gonna do it mama?” your boyfriend’s ears perked, wondering what did he want you to do. his chest beat rapidly watching armin slid himself into you while he pinched your brown nipple. his own cock jerking in his pants at how fucked out you looked. he watched armin work his hips leaning down and kissing your lips. “say i-it baby” armin moved back to hovering over you and gripped your hips, fucking himself in you harder. “tell your minni what he wants to hear” your legs shook, your hand moving against his stomach to take some the pleasure away. “m-minnn ohmygod” squirt shot out of you again, but armin knew you could give him more.

one hand left your hips and started back rubbing your clit again making your mouth go into an o shape a silent scream falling from you. “tell me baby, then you can make a fuckin mess” your breath got caught in your throat as your pussy pulsed clenching down on him. “m’breakinggg up with himmm” squirt shot out going all over armin and your pink cover. armin smiled in victory, moving his cock to plunge into you softly. “g-gonna be mine forever” he stuttered out, quickly pulling out of you and jerking his pink cock to let out it’s orgasm on your pudgy stomach.

you and armin cuddled together, ignoring the pussy juices and cum that was all over your bodies. while you slept in armin’s arms, he looked towards the window and winked at your boyfriend, kissing your cheek as he did so.

[bi-writes]

there's only one rule with them--you have to be included, lest you give simon those big eyes that he absolutely fucking despises. (ghoap x f!reader, 18+)

you can't help it, really. you like being the center of attention. no--you need to be the center of attention.

their attention.

even when you're too fucked out to go any longer, someone has to be paying attention to you. simon has found that even when he's too occupied making johnny's eyes roll back in his head, a firm hand tangled in your hair is enough to keep you smiling all lopsided and ooey-gooey warm. a thumb in your mouth, lips against your temple, just a soft touch is good enough to keep you from blinking up at simon all wet and soft-like.

simon even found out that you have a sixth-sense for knowing if simon touched his sergeant when they were deployed. coming through the door, just seeing them, that pretty bottom lip trembling when you meet johnny's eyes because you just know something happened without you.

it's not that you're jealous. it's not that you don't approve. simon knows you're just so delicate. so sweet. you want to be included and noticed, because no one ever had noticed you at all before them, and you just hate feeling left out. you want to know everything about them, and when something happens without you, you feel like you're missing a special piece of them, and it makes your heart drop into your stomach.

"none of tha'," simon says lowly when he sees your eyes well up, all watery and big.

"i'm sorry--" you whine. it takes johnny between your thighs for a full hour before simon sees you crack a smile again.

simon comes up with a nice solution. he doesn't want to see his perfect girl upset anymore. he won't have it any longer. it isn't allowed.

you put the phone to your ear. it's late, and you're a bit sleepy, but with the ringer on full volume, you're always ready to answer the phone.

"h-hello?"

"'ello, baby." your eyes flutter open at the sound of simon's low drawl, and you giggle sleepily. "oi, wot's so funny?"

"nothing," you whisper. "i miss you."

"i miss you more," simon hums. you hear shuffling in the background, a grunt accompanied by a hiss. "say 'ello to our pretty kitty, johnny."

there's some static, and then you hear panting. a gargled cry sounds, one you recognize, and you grip the phone tight as you stare up at the ceiling. you roll over in a bed that's much too big for just you, and you whine a little.

"j-johnny?"

"fuck--ngghh--'m thinkin' aboot yer pussy, bonnie, lemme 'ear it."

you squeeze your thighs together on instinct. you reach for the pillow next to you, the one that still smells like simon, and you bury your nose into it and whine when you hear the distinct sound of skin slapping against skin.

"lemme 'ear it, willnae come unless--"

"johnny," you mewl, sticking your hand under the shirt you wear. it's simon's (the only shirt that fits over your tits), but you're bare underneath, so it takes you no time at all to break open your thighs and stick your hand between your folds. you don't even go for foreplay; there's no need. you are wet enough to dip your fingers just barely into yourself, scooping up a nice amount of slick and spreading it around, frantic enough that when you put the phone on speaker, the slip, slip, slip of your fingers is audible on the other end.

"och--si, she's...aye, she's soaking."

"tha's my girl."

"come...g-gonna come," you stutter, and johnny groans.

"need ye on my face, kitty cat," he pants, "lemme 'ear, closer, bonnie, get me closer--"

you lower the phone down your body, moving your fingers faster, your toes curling as you arch your back and listen to the wet smack, smack, smack of what you know is simon putting his fucking back into it. his groans follow the movements. simon is always a little rougher with his sergeant, always murmuring about how he can take it, not so sweet like our daisy baby.

"coming!" you gasp, and you press the heel of your hand against your clit as you breathe through your orgasm. so fast this time, hitting you from your toes and traveling all the way up, until your nipples pebble and your heart hammers. you bring the phone back up and bask in the glow of it, giggling dreamily as you listen to simon absolutely ruin your sergeant. skin on skin, nasty grunts and filthy curses, hissing and the sounds of things falling over and breaking. you pocket it for later and memorize it now, cooing softly when you know johnny is close.

you talk him until you hear him come, and then you tell simon to eat it off his gloved fingers for you.

"goodnight, kitty cat."

you smile.

"goodnight."

when they come home again, there you are, seated in the kitchen, all big smiles and soft eyes. simon touches a finger under your chin, and you blink up at him.

"olright?" simon asks, and you nod, picking up his other hand to kiss his knuckles.

"perfect."

[woollypoison]

Aprons and Ears

Male reader x (G)i-dle Yuqi x Twice Chaeyoung a/n: Might be the start of something bigger. Don't come at me if it isn't. Word count: 3.3k

“Welcome, Master!” Two voices sing out discordantly, one high in pitch, the other low. The little bell above the door hasn’t even stopped jingling yet before they’re both on you, practically bouncing on either side as they guide you into the establishment.

The outfits are immaculate. Like a fantasy come to life. Down to the little details. The lacy, frilled dresses. The chokers with the bells hanging from them. The little cleavage window. The black cat ears perched atop and the matching black tail hanging behind. And the cherry on top, you can’t forget the black thigh high socks. It sounds like a lot, trying to do a maid cafe as well as a cat cafe at the same time, but somehow these two make it seem like it was always meant to be that way.

“Please, right this way,” the one with the higher pitched voice says. The name tag says it’s Chaeyoung.  She has this airy smile about her, waving you behind her like she doesn’t really care at what pace you’re going.

“Take a seat, Master,” the other one says. Her name tag says Yuqi. She’s more playful about it, big gestures and all, with a grin that’ll have you ordering the entire menu before you know it.

She hands you a laminated menu, and you clear your throat as you pretend to study it. Everything here is themed. It’s to the point you could see someone being too embarrassed to say these names out loud. But not you.

“What can we bring you, Master?” Yuqi leans down, the dress giving you a nice view at the cleavage she’s so proudly displaying. It would almost be rude to not look, with your eyes having nowhere innocent to rest. Chaeyoung catches it though, and stifles a laugh behind Yuqi, throwing you a knowing smirk.

“I’ll take the ehh… the Iced Meowmericano and the Feline Flatbread, please,” you somehow manage without dying of shame. Has to be something in the air here.

There’s a certain brand of indifference to the way Chaeyoung scribbles it down, starkly contrasted by her smile that seems almost too genuine for the service industry. She’s no less good at her job because of it, though, her thighs dancing against the frills of her short skirt as she flashes you a knowing look before sauntering away.

“Coming right up, Master,” Yuqi purrs, giving your arm a little playful squeeze before flouncing after her colleague. 

You take a moment to catch your breath, really take in the vibes. Everything in this place is either maid or cat themed. Seeing it come to live like this, it somehow really works.

Yuqi is the first to return, carrying your coffee, both hands underneath the cup with the utmost care. Arms squeezed together tightly, forcing her chest up and together until you can’t help but wonder what kind of establishment this is supposed to be. She leans in close—too close—and sets it down, her face turning towards you and leaving just a couple of moments for you to wonder what’s next before speaking. “Enjoy, Master… I added a drizzle of something almost as sweet as me.”

There’s a weird and unclear implication that hangs between you before she follows up and makes the implication clear.

“But if you want to get a taste of this kitty, you’ll have to pay extra,” she giggles, not giving you a chance to respond as she steps aside to allow space for an approaching Chaeyoung.

She’s carrying your flatbread pizza, plate steady with both hands, but she ‘stumbles’ at the last second, pressing her tiny body against your arm as she regains her composure and sets the food down.

“Oops,” she smiles with no guilt despite the obvious theatrics, not moving away. “I’m sorry, Master. I can just be so clumsy.” She lets her tongue circle her lips, like a cat getting hungry for its prey.

“It’s fine,”  you respond, skin hot where she touched you.

“After you’re done,” she starts innocently. Not for long though, as she raises her hand subtly to her mouth, before continuing. “Would you like a dessert too?” Her hand now mimicking a quick, tiny stroking motion by her face.

You grip the edge of the table a little tighter. “What kind of cafe is this supposed to be?” you question both girls, looking around in disbelief. Yuqi beams like a kitty getting a dose of catnip.

“The kind where we make sure you don’t leave unsatisfied,” Yuqi purrs, and Chaeyoung’s eyes are trained on you with mischief, raising her eyebrows on beat with Yuqi’s final dragged out “Master.”

Yuqi plops down beside you without asking, her thigh sliding against yours, while Chaeyoung settles on the other side with an exaggerated sigh, like she could fall asleep leaning on you. The difference in size is intoxicating—the way they have to look up even when seated, the way their legs barely reach the floor dangling off the booth.

You almost forget why you even came in the first place.

“Shouldn’t you also be attending to the other guests?” you weakly ask.

Chaeyoung and Yuqi throw each other a knowing glance underneath your chin, before giggling. Chaeyoung’s hand landed on your knee. She twirls a lock of her hair around her finger lazily, pretending not to be unaware about her own hand creeping up higher on your thigh. 

Yuqi, meanwhile, leans in closer—so close her tits are squishing, giving and molding supple flesh against your arm. Her hand is also making illicit moves under the table, hooking her pinky through yours and tugging playfully. Before you know it, your hands on the bare spot of skin on her thigh in between her socks and her skirt.

“You should relax, Master,” Yuqi hums, her hand molding around yours, forcing it to squeeze her. Chaeyoung’s hand is inching higher and higher by the second, getting dangerously close to your crotch. She’s carefully studying your reaction, her expression a mix of teasing and unbotheredness, the kind you find in a girl who’s just getting a kick out of doing things to lazily pass the time.

Your heartbeats pounding, and the ice in your Iced Meowmericano is melting in negligence. “What are you doing? What if someone sees?” You hiss under your breath, disbelief and shock oozing through your tone.

Yuqi’s eyes glitter with mischief. “Just stay quiet and nobody will see, Master.”

Chaeyoung follows up in a soft and sing-song whisper, “Let’s keep this our little secret.”

Yuqi’s hand joins Chaeyoung’s as the latter spoke, both their fingers more daring now, so high they’re brushing the outline of your hardening cock through your pants. But they’re still teasing, quick and subtle, hiding the movement behind raised skirts, folds of your coat or the edge of the table.

“You know I could fire you for this, right?” you mutter, eyes darting between the two girls, an incredulous look now shared between the two at your comment.

Chaeyoung has this soft laugh about her as she responds. “But you won’t.” Yuqi follows it up, the two in perfect sync with each other, working towards their common goal. You. “If anything, you’ll beg us not to stop.”

Both their hands settle over your bulge, cupping it gently through your pants as if measuring it. Then, slowly, their thumbs rub along your length through the fabric.

“So hard already… and so thick,” Chaeyoung whispers. “I don’t think one hand will be enough,” Yuqi follows up.

You could stop this. You should, this is highly unethical, considering your position. But your body isn’t listening anymore.

Chaeyoung undoes your button with a soft click and tugs your zipper down, freeing your cock with casual efficiency. So far for clumsy. She doesn’t even bother to look at you once—not even in your general direction—her gaze remains locked forward, pretending to study the faces of the other customers. But her fingers wrap around your shaft a moment later, or at least attempt to wrap around it, her small hand dwarfed by the size of it.

Yuqi follows shortly after, her hand not much bigger, unable to resist the temptation of taking a look at what you’ve got packing. “Fuck you,” she murmurs. “That’s a lot bigger than what we expected, Master.”

Chaeyoung laughs, and they both start stroking. They’re way too good at this, the friction of two pairs of small hands getting to be too much already. You have to bite your lip to hold back a moan. They’re getting increasingly bolder, less worried about being seen. It’s hard to believe those tiny hands can cause this much pleasure, but here you are, your cock twitching under their touch.

Beneath the table, you slide your hand up Yuqi’s thigh. Her panties are soaked. She doesn’t stop you. She shifts a little to let you reach more easily. She presses her lips together tight, trying to stay quiet. Her small hand falters on your cock when your fingers push inside her.

"Fuck," she breathes, barely audible.

On your other side, Chaeyoung lifts her skirt slightly with one hand and brings your free hand beneath it. No words. Just a soft breath as your fingers meet her heat.

She gasps softly but doesn't move, letting you feel just how wet she is. The contrast is almost overwhelming—your cock pulsing in their tiny hands, your fingers buried inside both girls, every part of you claimed.

Your cock throbs in annoyance as they make you work for it now. The two girls gasp softly when your fingers push into them. They’re both soaking, so easy to push in, and so incredibly tight around you that you can barely move without them squirming and moaning into your neck.

“Faster,” Yuqi demands with a teasing pout.

“Deeper,” Chaeyoung pleads with a needy whimper.

You pick up the pace, thrusting inside their warm little holes as they keep stroking you in turn, never giving just one of them all your attention. They’re both panting now, soft little sounds escaping their lips that would be cute if they weren’t so fucking hot.

Yuqi tightens around your finger with a small cry when your thumb hits her clit just right, and Chaeyoung follows not long after with a shudder that runs through her whole body. They keep moving their hands along your shaft even as their bodies twitch and spasm against yours.

You’re so close now, their hands working you expertly, the two of them giggling as they feel your cock pulse and twitch. Your balls draw up, ready to unload underneath the table any second now. But they don’t let you.

Chaeyoung’s hand leaves your shaft, and Yuqi follows her lead, both of them looking at you with a mix of amusement and disbelief.

“Really?” Chaeyoung says. “You were going to cum like this? Blow your load against the underside of our table?”

“Who do you think would have to clean that up?” Yuqi adds. 

“Can’t be wasting a tasty treat like that,” Chaeyoung smiles. 

Their eyes meet, and suddenly they’re playing rock paper scissors with each other, leaving you hanging in the air with your cock still hard and throbbing. Rock. Paper. Yuqi grins wide.

"Damn," Chaeyoung mutters, shimmying herself down until she’s completely under the table. Her small hands are back on your shaft a moment later, her lips barely keeping from making contact. Yuqi climbs on top of the table instead, her skirt lifting just enough for you to see her cunt as all pretense of subtlety is thrown out of the window.

You blink. "Wait. You’re not actually—" You glance around the café. "What if someone—"

Yuqi cuts you off with a look, her voice suddenly low and serious. "Come on, boss. Can we stop this trial run play pretend now? There’s nobody here. Do you really want us to act a little longer... or do you want to get what we all know you really want?"

You hesitate for only a second.

Yuqi eases back, legs spreading to display her pretty little cunt. Her tail sways with delight as she speaks, voice thick with heat. "Be a good Master and show us what this pervy café fantasy was really about. Come on. I promise this pussy tastes better than anything you put on the menu."

The little bell on Chaeyoung’s collar gives a soft chime as she inches forward towards your dick. She licks her lips, dark lashes fluttering. "Don’t worry. I’ll take care of that load for you."

You give in. Head first into Yuqi’s cunt as you keep from banging your hips forward lest you give Chaeyoung a concussion.

Yuqi’s taste hits you all at once, salty and sweet and intoxicatingly lewd. You can barely keep up with it all—Chaeyoung’s lips closing around your cock, Yuqi grinding against your tongue—but fuck if you’re going to let them win this one. Not without a fight.

Your fingers dig into Yuqi’s thighs as you suck on her clit, thumb running over where sock meets flesh, drawing these high-pitched whimpers from her that make the blood rush down south even faster. She leans forward until her tits are hanging right above your face, small and perky and bouncing in time with Chaeyoung’s head bobbing up and down on your shaft.

You reach up to play with them as you eat her out, pulling them out from underneath the fabric and forcing them through the window, pinching her nipples between your fingers until she gasps and shudders above you.

Underneath the table, Chaeyoung is taking more of your cock into her mouth than should be possible for someone her size. Her throat tightens around you as she pushes down further still, holding herself there until you think she’ll choke on it for sure. But then she pulls back just enough to breathe before doing it all over again. The bell on her collar making ringing noise with each movement, like the beat of war drums dictating the pace of your fucking.

She uses one hand to jerk whatever doesn’t fit into her mouth and lets the other roll your balls between her fingers. It’s fucking amazing, the sensation enough to drive anyone insane in minutes. You don’t know how long you’ll last like this.

Yuqi is riding your face harder now, hips moving in desperate little circles as she tries getting just a bit more pressure on exactly the right spot. You can tell from how erratically she moves that she’s close already, those soft sounds escaping her lips turning into breathless cries every time your tongue flicks against her clit.

She presses down harder still when she cums, smothering you with pussy and thighs and sweet little mewling noises as her body trembles above yours.

Chaeyoung doesn’t stop or slow down even for a second while this happens; if anything she gets more vigorous about it all, barriers melting and you get lost in the urge with her.

You can’t stop yourself from thrusting into Chaeyoung’s mouth, hips moving on their own as she takes you in further with each push. Her small body is so light you accidentally bump her head against the underside of the table. You pause, brows furrowing in slight concern and a touch of guilt.

“Chaeyoung?” you ask, slowing down. “You okay?”

Her voice comes out muffled but still teasing as she gives your cock a quick kiss. “I’m okay.” Another kiss. “You can be rougher than that. Just try not to cause any brain damage while you’re at it.”

She wraps her fingers around your cock again, sits back on her heels and spreads her legs until you can see the heat beneath her skirt. “It’s definitely doing something,” she says. She slips one hand inside, fingering herself as she lets you use her pretty little mouth like a toy.

Yuqi laughs, a short breathless sound as she catches her breath above you. There’s a hint of teasing, no doubt thanks to the sudden lack of attention she’s getting. “Thank god I won the rock paper scissors,” she says with a grin. “The way you’re fucking her mouth like an animal? I couldn’t take that.”

You pull her down to your lips by tugging on her collar until it digs into her skin and she’s gasping into your mouth. You kiss her like you’re claiming ownership of something that was always yours to begin with. Your hands mold her tits through the fabric, solidifying the claim.

When she finally breaks away, it’s with a shudder, your hands freeing her tits by ripping the window on her chest open.

You lift her hips above you so you can look at where soft thighs meet socks and tease more needy sounds out of her.

“You’re such a perv,” Yuqi gasps, voice turning into shuddering words when your fingers sink into her cunt. Her voice breaks into a half-moan as your thumb rubs against her clit. “Starting an entire cafe just to get hot girls to wear your little fetish outfits.”

You try to protest, but your voice halts the second Chaeyoung pulls away from your cock with a pop. “But lucky for you,” she speaks, eyes looking up, searching for yours. “We’re kind of into this whole fucked up aesthetic,” she muses, before diving back down and taking you even deeper.

You’re so close now. So fucking close. And they both know it.

Chaeyoung doubles her efforts on your cock, small hand tight around the base while she bobs up and down with more urgency, her throat tightens and relaxes as she takes you in again and again, her tongue flicking against the underside in a way that sends jolts of pleasure up your spine. 

Yuqi grinds against your fingers, spreading herself wide enough for you to watch her pussy stretch around them with each thrust. “You better cum for us, Master,” she commands. “Or we’ll never let you fuck us like this again.”

You hold out as long as you can, but they’re too much. The two of them together, tiny bodies and filthy mouths and more than you ever imagined possible when you started this project.

You explode into Chaeyoung’s mouth with a groan, shooting the first thick load down her throat. She chokes on it at first but doesn’t pull away, holding every drop that follows in her mouth until her cheeks are bulging with it. But she doesn’t stop or pull away until you’ve given her everything, sucking softly on the tip like she’s coaxing out the last few drops.

When she finally comes up from under the table, it’s with a satisfied look and cum she couldn't keep inside dripping down her chin. She climbs onto the table next to Yuqi and pulls her in for a kiss, sharing what’s left of your load between them.

“Mm,” Yuqi hums against Chaeyoung’s lips, licking them clean before breaking away. “Not bad.”

“You two are horrible maids,” you say when you finally catch your breath again. “If I catch you doing anything like this with an actual customer...”

“We know,” they chorus together with matching grins.

“You’ll fire us,” Chaeyoung laughs.

“Right after cumming down our throats,” Yuqi adds.

They’re both still sitting on top of the table in complete disarray—their collars askew, tits hanging out from ripped windows, thighs dripping with wetness down to their high socks. They look like this was their plan all along. The end to your plan looked something like this as well, it just had a lot more steps and time to it.

You prefer their plan. They seem to do too.

“Well then,” Yuqi hops off first, smoothing down her skirt and fixing her collar as she stretches like a lazy cat. “Same time next shift?”

Chaeyoung follows shortly after, picking imaginary dust off her dress before leaning in for one last whisper against your ear. “Or do you need a longer demonstration, Master?”

[spookberry]

I just had this idea What are your thoughts if Monster High Ghosts were actual villains from danny phantom and which ones would you pick?

number 1 spectra vondergeist, she'd show up just to spread rumors and hot goss, itd be great and also a total disaster. She's great at misinformation.

I already sorta am doing this, but Porter I think would make for a cute low stakes villain. He mostly just graffiti's stuff, he's more antagonistic on happenstance. Danny wouldn't mind him graffitiing if it didn't somehow always cause a domino effect like problem for him to clean up.

depending on how you spin Vandala she could be a VERY fun antagonist. Either you lean into her being kinda terrible at it but occasionally can be pushed to the point of snapping (like the Box Ghost with Pandora's box) or full AU make her an actually scary pirate.

I think Operetta and Johnny Spirit would be too much like Kitty and Jonny 13 if used in DP. I DO think it'd be interesting to make Johnny Spirit and Poindexter have history though.

MOST interesting "ghost" character from MH to introduce in Danny Phantom would undoubtedly be River Styxx. She's a reaper who hasn't earned her scythe yet???? MH doesn't talk like at all about its own lore on how death works, but D'eath/G. Reaper is the guidance councilor at their school and he's a pretty funny character overall with his Regrets List lol

MH ghosts in a DP style

[romanovthinkver]

What about Nat taking you for the first time, being soft and careful but losing control for a bit and filling you up to the brim 🥴

sorry for the wait anon, i needed to get rid of my uni things, but here we go! it came out longer than i imagined, hope you enjoy either way!

warnings: sex scenes, dom/sub dynamic, g!p nat, daddy!nat, p in v, gxg, breeding, blowjob, fingering, orgasm, age gap, dirty talks.

daddy! nat was a completely a soft bear during your first time. you weren’t nothing but an inexperienced little virgin thing and natasha was this older woman who clearly had lots of sex in the past.

she took so much care of everything. the bed had towels for the eventuality of blood loss, bottles of water were lined up on the bedside table, the room was in the right temperature, a hand towel ready to wipe you off and she already set items ready for the aftercare. everything was under her control and ready to assure every of your comfort.

wet, needy and ready you were on her big bed being eaten and stretched out for the first time, at every whimper of discomfort natasha would softly hush you and press a kiss on your thighs. she was slow, lovely, giving you time to process and let her taste you in the most delicate ways.

natasha could’ve swear she would have been happy to die between your milky thighs with her mouth and fingers deep inside you, the sweet taste of your juices tempting and the most sinful sounds rolling off your tongue were driving the older woman drunk and lustful.

she was there with you, living the moment, living the passion, living the love flowing between you. starting to memorise your body that eventually became her favourite place to be, to mark, to own.

her knee sunk into the bed and while you were worshipping her plump breasts, she was jerking herself off with grunts and moans. your pussy was soaked thanks to the two orgasms she already gave you.

she shifted both of you on the bed, her back propped up against a mountain of pillows on the bed. fully naked, skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. her breath came in shallow gasps as natasha watched you, who was positioned between her legs.

natasha’s cock was standing erect and ready as you leaned closer, breath hot against the warm flesh. you kissed the tip hesitating, lips soft and teasing. your daddy eyes fluttered closed momentarily, a low groan escaping her lips.

“oh, bunny,” she breathed, her voice thick with desire.

your tongue darted out, feeling bolder to giving the tip a series of playful kitty licks looking up at the redhead for guidance which was immediately given as big veiny hands found their way into your curls, gently tugging to guiding your movements.

“look at me, baby girl,” natasha commanded, her voice firm yet tender. you obeyed, gaze locking with her and slowly taking the cock in your mouth starting with just the tip, tongue swirling around it before starting to take more, inch by inch like a drug.

the woman’s hips bucked involuntarily, desperate to thrust deeper into your wet and welcoming mouth, hands tightened in your hairs, trying to maintain control. “take it all, bunny. I want you to take every inch.”

your eyes filled eventually with tears as the cock reached the back of the throat, but you didn’t pull away because you wanted to make your daddy proud, so you relished the sensation of pleasing her, the power and submission blending into a heady mix that made your own body tingle with arousal. bobbing head, cheeks hollowing as you sucked, tongue working the length of the massive venous cock.

natasha’s breathing grew ragged, her moans louder and more desperate. “fuck–you’re amazing, baby girl. just like that.” her fingers twisted in your hairs holding you in place firmly.

you could feel the twitching of the prick as the heavy balls of the woman prepared to release its contents, you redoubled efforts, mouth moving faster, eyes never leaving natasha’s. the connection between you was electric, the intensity almost overwhelming.

“daddy needs you to swallow, bunny,” natasha growled, her hips trembling with the effort to stay still, she was so close and only god knows how she wanted to pin you down and fuck your mouth with mercy. “can you do that for me?”

you nodded as best you could, eyes filled with determination and devotion. with one final, deep thrust, natasha released her load, filling your mouth with the warm, sticky cum. you gagged slightly but quickly composed yourself, swallowing every drop as your daddy had commanded.

the redhead whole body shuddered with pleasure as she watched you. “that’s my good girl. you took it so well, baby.” pulling you up for a kiss, your mouths meeting in a passionate, messy collision. the taste of the cum was still on your lips, and natasha licked it off, savoring the flavor.

"you're so beautiful, baby," natasha murmured against your lips. she kissed her way down to your body again and her thumb found your clit, teasing your folds. you moaned softly, body arching towards the woman.

natasha made sure you was wet enough, she was so worried to hurt you like you were made of glass. patting the tip of her cock against her pussy and brushing the tip gently over her entrance, she breathed softly "are you ready, my little one?.”

you nodded with eyes filled with trust and need. "yes, daddy. please."

the redhead positioned herself and slowly pushed the tip inside you, inch by inch, ensuring you didn't feel too much pain, her lips found yours in a slow, sweet kiss, muffling your mutual groans of pleasure and then finally she bottomed fully inside you.

"you're doing so well, princess," she praised, her voice tender and head resting on your neck, you were so warm and tight and natasha was already on the brick of blowing. she kissed you softly while you gripped at her back with nails digging in slightly.

natasha, once sure the pain went away, began to thrust gently, setting a slow and intimate pace. each movement was filled with love and adoration, her hips moving rhythmically against yours. "you feel so good, bunny. so perfect.”

you whimpered, body trembling with pleasure and need for more. "daddy! oh–more, more. please!”

natasha increased her pace gradually, her thrusts becoming more intense. "fuck–baby, i need to cum inside of you. i need to fill you up, sweet girl. daddy needs to claim you." she continued to move, her body pressed intimately against yours until she felt the climax building.

with a final thrust, the redhead released the cum inside your warm pussy, humping softly to ensure it stayed within you. "take it all, princess. you're so good for me," natasha praised, her voice full of pride and affection.

foreheads touching, breath ragged and sweet smiles painted your lips and bodies locked close, natasha caressed your hair, kissed you gently, and whispered sweet nothings. "you're my everything, bunny. you did so well," her voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves.

she kissed you deeply again and again. your connection building stronger than ever, as you held each other close, the world outside fading away in the warmth of your shared love.

[kingofthe-egirls]

DOES IT HURT? : LUFFY x Y/N

so i had this idea of what Luffy would be like comforting you after it hurts during your first time having sex: how sweet and careful he’d be. as always this is a very personal story for me, and i appreciate everyone who reads/interacts with it!

(cw: afab reader, oral, piv sex, it’s implied that it hurt but nothing is described, it’s just immediately Luffy comforting you)

words: 1.3k

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“It hurts, okay baby, I’ll make it go away,” Luffy mumbles against your lips. He touches your waist, before scooting down on the bed. He spreads your legs, throwing them over his shoulders. “Captain will make it better, mkay?”

You nod, tears still threatening at your eyes.

Luffy smooches your inner thigh, his lips soft and plush. He smooches higher, then higher, and then he’s at your pussy. His breath fans over you, before he kisses your clit. “I’ll make it all better, okay, kitty cat? I promise,” his voice is soft, low, special and careful all for you.

Luffy licks a stripe up your pussy, moaning at the taste. He slowly licks over you, taking his time as he makes out with your pussy.

“Is it better yet?” He asks, a heady rasp in his voice. He gently sucks on your clit, staring up at you with sparkling gray eyes. “Huh, sweetheart? Does it feel better yet?”

You stare down at him, his face between your legs. The sight sends jolts of pleasure through you. “Mhmm,” you moan, “S’all better now…”

“Good girl,” Luffy praises you, still licking at your core. “Wanna come for me, pretty girl?”

You nod, letting your head fall back into the mattress. Luffy takes his time with you, striping big ice cream licks over your pussy.

He pokes his tongue inside you, and you gasp. Luffy grins, head popping up to see your reaction. “That good, pretty girl? Ya like when my tongue’s inside?”

“Yes, Luffy~” you moan.

Luffy starts tongue fucking you, gently at first and then with more momentum. He flattens his tongue up against your g-spot, rubbing it back and forth. His rubber tongue stretches inside you, filling you all the way up.

“Oh!” You gasp at the sensation, at being stuffed full with Luffy’s tongue. “It’s so…warm,” you whimper.

Luffy grunts in reply, focused solely on bringing you pleasure. He speeds up his movements, until you’re creaming around his tongue.

“Luffy!” You cry, spine bowing forward as your orgasm hits you. Pulsing in and out, fluttering around his tongue.

“There ya go, pretty girl, that’s it…,” he mumbles against your pussy. He kisses both of your major lips, smiling up at you from between your legs. His face glistens with your arousal, all over his lips and chin.

“Are ya done, sweetheart?” He kisses your inner thigh. You sigh at the sight of him, of your Luffy between your legs. He’s so special, so precious, and he’s all yours. He sits up, wiping his face.

Your core is aching from your orgasm, but Luffy is here in front of you, asking if you want more. You nod.

“Please baby, can we try again?” You ask, voice small and raspy. Luffy grins, loving how you call him baby.

He climbs up your body, stopping to give a kiss to the swell of each breast.

“Of course, baby…,” he murmurs, ghosting his lips up your throat. He smooches under your jawline, before tickling your ear. “Let’s go slow, mkay? Nice and slow for you, baby.”

Luffy kisses your cheek, and then your lips. He tastes like you.

“Okay, baby,” you breathe against his lips. Luffy reaches between you to stroke himself, before lining up at your entrance. His tip pokes in, and this time the stretch isn’t nearly as painful. Your pussy welcomes him in, one inch at a time.

Luffy hisses as he sinks into you. “Ah, fuck, baby girl…you’re so tight for me,” he smooches all over your face. “How does it feel, hm? Does it feel good, nngh, when I’m—ah—inside you?”

Luffy’s dick is thick and long, pulsing hot with throbbing veins. He fills you up, pausing in his movements to help you adjust. He kisses your neck. “Hm, baby? Talk to your captain,” he nuzzles against your face.

“It’s—big,” you say, adjusting slightly. You ease your hips back and forth, letting him slide deeper inside you. He lets out a low groan at the feeling.

“Does it hurt, baby?”

You shake your head. “Feels good, start moving now?” Luffy grins, before smooching the side of your neck again.

“I’ll go slow, okay? We’re gonna go so slow,” he starts moving his hips in shallow, tiny pulses. It feels good.

“Oh,” you say, as a shower of sparks overtakes your body. “Oh, it’s—good,” you squeak.

Luffy snickers a little into your neck. “Yeah, baby? Does captain’s cock feel good?”

You moan at his words, loving how he uses his title. It makes you feel safe, like he’s gonna take care of you. And he does.

“So good,” you murmur.

Luffy starts speeding up. His arms are on either side of your face, caging you in and making you feel like the whole world has disappeared. It’s only him, only you, only the blue dark of his room.

Luffy kisses your forehead. “M’gonna go faster now, okay? Gonna make you feel so good.” Luffy’s words are whispered against your skin, accompanied by little kisses and love bites. He starts thrusting a little faster, a little deeper, and you gasp at the sensation. His cock is dragging across your walls, in and out, pushing up against your g-spot at all the right angles.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” Luffy praises you, his eyes glittering dark in the velvet moonlight.

“M’gonna come,” you whisper, eyes squeezed shut as you spasm around his cock. Luffy groans as you come, the feeling of you tightening around him only fueling his desire.

His hips move in slow, lazy pulses. His thrusts are gentle but powerful, rocking you to your core. He nuzzles your face. “M’close, sweetheart,” he whispers, “Where do you want it?”

“Inside,” you whimper, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Luffy thrusts into you, slowly and gently, before he’s coming inside you with a heady groan. He buries his face in your neck, panting out ragged breaths.

Luffy shudders over you, before collapsing fully against you. You let out a little huff as his weight presses you down. “Luffy!” You complain weakly.

“Hmm?” He moans against your skin. He’s still inside you, nudging back and forth. His hips haven’t stilled their pace yet; he’s still shallowly fucking you.

“Want another one?” He asks, lifting up on one arm. He grins down at you, teeth pearly in the dark.

You nod.

Luffy leans down to kiss your lips, the taste of you still dazzling on his tongue tip.

“Alright, baby,” he groans, “One more.”

Luffy fucks you with delicate thrusts, ever conscious of your comfort. He asks you if it’s okay, if he’s doing it right, if you like what he’s doing to you. You nod and whimper praises to reassure him, to let him know just how good he’s fucking you.

“So good,” you tell him, face flushed and breath panting. Heat has overtaken your body, curling your toes and sending sparks through you. You didn’t know it would be like this, this feeling of being full on your captain’s cock.

Luffy fucks you in missionary, kissing your face and murmuring little praises into your skin. All, “that’s my girl” and “baby, sweetheart, all pretty just for me, hm?”

“All yours,” you whisper in reply.

Luffy growls, “That’s right, baby. You’re all mine.”

And there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

When Luffy comes again, it’s with a swift “take it, sweetheart,” and a loud moan against your neck.

Luffy pants, holding you in his arms. Slowly, he slides out of you. You both moan at the sensation, your core aching and pulsing with the aftershocks.

Luffy collapses onto his side, his face ruddy as he pants. “That was good,” he praises you with a grin.

You smile, nodding. “So good.”

Luffy lets his eyes flutter closed, breathing deep as he recovers. “You’re mine,” he says simply.

“I’m yours.”

[lily-jaxk]

MC Twin AU - CALEB'S Spitfire [Caleb]

Unknown to [Name], their first meeting was not at Josephine's place. It was actually at a party.

He was invited to a huge party by his friend, who had been invited by his cousin. So it was like a friend knew a friend who knew a friend kind of invite.

He was calmly sipping some beer from his cup when he saw her. Giggling next to a few others with a wide smile on her face. His first thought was 'What's she doing here!? She should be at home studying for her exam!'

But then he focused on her and noticed no - that wasn't MC. They looked too different.

There was a small mole on this girl's neck, she was wearing a different color palette that MC never really wore, huge hoop earrings, the type MC had said she didn't like were hanging and shaking from her ear lobes.

So, who was this girl?

"Who are you checking out bro?" His friend slapped his arm making Caleb roll his eyes. He followed Caleb's gaze and let out a low whistle. "Oh damn! You sure have taste bro!"

"Shut up." He grumbled, taking another sip of his beer. He watched as she laughed, leaning against her friends and inhaling the drink in her cup. "Do you know who she is?"

"Hmmm." His friend narrowed his eyes. "I think. . . . I think that's [Name]. She's one of Ama's friends."

So her name was [Name]. . . . Why did she look so much like MC?

It wasn't until a few years later that he realized why. They were twins, lost ones. So while MC had been part of the experiments, [Name] had been lucky enough to not get captured and live her life out normally.

When he had introduced himself and shook her hand, more differences popped up in his mind. While MC had a few scars and calluses from being a Hunter, [Name]'s hand was smooth and a hint smaller than hers. He watched as she smacked MC and laughed at her silly quips.

He watched as she devoured the food he had prepared, and was inwardly surprised at the nickname that slipped out of his mouth. Spitfire, matching her fierce personality. She seemed to like it as well with the way her lips quirked up.

It wasn't hard to ask MC for her contact, but Caleb had to play fight with MC when she stared to tease him. "You likkkeeee heerrrr~"

"I didn't say that."

"Caleb and [Name] sitting in a tree. K - I - S - S - I - N - G!"

"Why you little -!"

But the thing was, Caleb did like [Name]. He liked her funny jokes. He liked the way her eyebrow would twitch with badly hidden rage whenever she couldn't get the plush she wanted. He liked her triumphant cackle whenever she won a round of Kitty Cards. He liked the way she dropped everything whenever MC or anyone else she cared about needed help. He liked the way her eyes lit up whenever she was talking about her special interests. He liked the way she seemed to glow when she was simply happy.

But when she started to avoid him, his mind seemed to crack. What did he do wrong? Did he push too far? What could he do to fix things?

Caleb tried asking MC, but all she said was "Girl code, but it's not you. Just. . . . give her a bit."

So he waited, he waited patiently.

And the end results was worth it.

"I'm not her you know." [Name] tells him after months, sadness in her eyes. "We might look identical, but I'm not, and will never be her."

And suddenly, Caleb understood everything. So what if she wasn't MC? Why would that matter? [Name] was [Name], and that was all that mattered.

So with a blissful smile, Caleb dragged her into a hug. "Of course you're not MC. You're my little spitfire, and I couldn't have it any other way."

When they officially started dating, it took every restraint in Caleb's body to not simply take her away. Because she wasn't a Hunter, a mere civilian. She could get hurt.

And since he wasn't always at Linkon, he couldn't protect her.

Whenever he brought up the idea of moving with him, he would notice the way her eyes lit up at the idea, but each time she refused, saying she still has a job here.

What a stupid reason, but a reason Caleb would accept. He would enjoy the moments he could have with her in Linkon. The dates, the kisses, the moments underneath the covers where he could see the most exquisite expression on her face.

When the explosion occurs, and Josephine finally dies, the only thing keeping him from rushing over to take [Name] away was his promise to MC. He would protect her, the same way she had protected him, even if she didn't remember.

When he could finally snatch [Name] away, he sends her a text. Some part of him was worried that she wouldn't take it seriously, that she would think it was a fake and ignore it. But he watched from his monitors with a triumphant smile as she merely removed her earphones, and walked towards the car.

When she arrived at the airport, he easily accepted the slap she laid on his face, and allowed her to drag him down to her level. Caleb merely cupped her face and leaned his forehead on her own, a small smile on his face. She was here, she was here, with him.

That was really all that mattered.

He accepts her anger and tears when he takes her back to his home, and he groans when he finally kisses her again after months of patiently waiting.

Now. Now she was here with him.

When she sleeps, Caleb sits up from his bed and takes her phone, easily unlocking it and scrolling through her messages. It seemed to be the usual thing, texts from MC, texts from her coworkers and friends. Her games, her emails.

Everything was the way he had left it.

Good. It's a pity she wouldn't be needing it anymore. He turned off the phone and placed where she couldn't find it, wrapped his arms around her waist, and went to sleep.

The next day, he turns and presses a kiss on her lips and plates out some pancakes, her absolute favorite. When she asks about her phone, a frown (not that she could see it) forms on his face. "I'll get you a new one"

He hears her pause, chewing faster. "What do you mean by that?"

"I'm keeping your phone hostage."

"Why?"

He gives her a gentle smile. "You don't need that phone anymore, trust me, spitfire."

Caleb didn't want to have to explain anything, because she could get hurt. So he only gave her the tip of the iceberg, asking her if MC told her anything, and offhandedly mentions that someone was stalking her because of her relationship with MC.

He watches as she groans with annoyance, a hint of something he couldn't recognize flashing in her eyes before she laid her head on his chest. ". . . . I'll trust you." She mumbles, and Caleb preens with joy. "But! I want a phone damn it! How will I contact work?! And MC!?"

He bites back the urge to say she doesn't need them anymore. He could just stay with him here, he would be the breadwinner, he could provide for her, spoil her. But he doesn't, because even though he's 99% sure she wouldn't be against that, she would go stir crazy and probably do something dumb, putting her in even more danger.

So he simply kisses her again, wrapping his arms around her. He would protect her in his own way, whether she knew about it or not.

As long as she was safe then that's all that mattered.

I know I said this was the last part, but I lied. There's one more part, but it's an 18+ Part!!!! So ONLY READ IF YOU'RE 18!

I will not add anyone from the tag list to the 18+ Part unless they confirm they're 18+ or I check their page 🫵 MDNI I SWEAR.

Anyways. . . . Did you guys like this?

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[on-a-lucky-tide]

can i request some price/ghost fluff if you have the time? (and if simon is capable of relaxing enough for that) tr53for532tr sorry my kitty stepped on the keyboard. he says hi

Your wish is my command, sir.

Price and Ghost do a late night Asda run.

cw: humour, kisses.

Price slumped back in his office chair and blinked slowly at the ceiling. A dull ache had settled in his shoulders and behind his eyes from too many hours spent slumped at this bloody desk. He slapped a hand onto his phone and flipped it over enough to glance at the time. 10.30pm.

He should hit the sack, but his brain was still chugging like a runaway diesel engine, too overcooked to do anymore work but too active to sleep. That left sex or exercise to burn it out.

Price opened WhatsApp and tapped Simon's picture, thumb drifting between y for 'you up?' and g for 'gym?' His stomach offered a solution when it gave a mutinous growl, and instead he typed, 'The Asda?'

The message had barely whooped before Simon's typing... flicked up at the bottom. '5 mins' was the response. Price grabbed his jacket and car keys before heading out to the car park. By the time Simon flopped into the passenger seat, baseball cap pulled low, hood up and cloth mask in place, the Landie had managed to choke out some heat.

"Finished?" Simon asked.

"Not even close," Price responded morosely.

"Me either. S'gonna be an all nighter."

They were both up late finishing reports. Garrick was on leave in London and MacTavish had hit the town with some of the other squaddies. There was a time in his life when Price might have joined them, but the thought of getting rat-arsed with a bunch of lads in their mid-twenties filled him with an kind of exhausted dread. He'd drink them under the table, but his hangover would last three days while they would hop out of bed like spring chickens the next morning.

Simon fiddled with the radio until he found a channel belting out some generic classic rock and slumped back in the seat, eyes closed. Price let him doze as he picked up the A road that would carry them out to the twenty-four hour supermarket on the outskirts of town. He only jerked awake again when they parked up, handbrake ratcheting up with an audible grind.

They skipped the trolley and grabbed a basket each as they walked through the foyer. The security guard eyed them from behind his podium, offering a Price a nod when he made eye contact. They'd done this little night time trip so often that they let Simon's masked, hooded face slide. Price touched the inside of Simon's elbow, a brief reassurance that he was nearby, and they both stood on the inside of the gates, staring at the leftover meal deal sandwiches.

Price wasn't sure when the supermarket run had become a staple of their odd arrangement. He reckoned it came from the shared experience of hiding out in the local Morrie's as a teenager. When it was cold outside but going home wasn't an option, a young man in trackies could waste many an hour mooching around the aisles of a supermarket, inspecting shit he never intended to buy, just... browsing to while away the time and put off facing the clusterfuck that awaited back at his gaff.

They were putting off their reports and finding that old comfort now, drifting in between the refrigerators and stacked shelves to prod at packets and inspect price tags. Simon made a beeline for the rotisserie chickens, grabbing himself one of the last from the shelf before wandering off towards the bakery. Price pondered for a bit, plucking a bag of Doritos from the end of an aisle, and paused near the drinks to inspect the expensive cordials.

After about fifteen minutes of aimless wandering, Price headed for the books. There was a new Lee Child he'd had his eye on, and the blurbs on the back of romance novels amused him. It was just as he had picked up a saucy looking number to chuckle at that a looming figure appeared at his shoulder.

"Filfy slag," the shadow said.

Price felt his ears redden despite his huff. "Jus' checkin' out what the girls are inta these days."

"Bullshit," Simon grunted. "Gonna tell Johnny."

"No you fockin' ain't, or Johnny finds out about Minsk."

Simon's eyes narrowed suddenly and Price's eyebrows perked up in challenge. The stand off lasted only about ten seconds before Simon drifted away, leaving Price to place the book back on the shelf in favour of the novel he'd actually been looking for. Barely twenty seconds later, a nerf gun bullet clocked him in the side of the head.

"Oi, ya muppet." Price glowered to his left hand slapping against his stinging ear, and saw Simon smirking back... well, his bloody eyes were smirking anyway, the remains of the nerf gun's box on the shelf. "Ya gotta buy it now."

"S'fine, I'll find a use for it." Simon dumped the nerf gun in his basket and they headed into the "home' aisle. Price stopped by the candles, overlooking the cheaper options that smelled of the kind of chemicals Kortac used to poison them in favour of a brand called Chesapeake Bay. The last one he'd bought had worked wonders. Simon grunted at his side. "Wossis for?"

"You stink up my room when you kip in it, sweaty bollocks."

"Charmin'."

"You asked," Price murmured, picking one off the shelf called 'Peace and Tranquility'. Truth was they helped Simon sleep without him even realising, and they were one of the few brands that didn't trigger one of Price's migraines.

"What about this one? 'Love and passion'." Simon uncapped the orange candle to give it a whiff through his mask, and then thrust it under Price's nose.

Price sniffed and then shook his head. "'m I not passionate enough for you?"

"Hm, for twenty quid, yeah, fink you are."

Price thumped him on the shoulder and chucked 'Peace and Tranquility' into his basket. They weaved through a few more aisles, bypassing the laundry detergent and toilet roll, and ended up near the drinks again. Simon stopped by the protein powder and Price glanced at the shot of coke-flavoured pre-workout he plucked from the shelf. "That shit'll rot your guts," Price said as he grabbed a handful of gel sachets.

"Save it, old man. S'fer Johnny." Simon dropped a handful in the basket on top of his white chocolate chip cookies, rotisserie chicken, raspberry Relentless, nerf gun and king-sized bar of Dairy Milk. There were some new cotton pants in there as well, Price noted. Simon saw him looking. "You keep stealin' my shit."

"I ain't stole your bloody pants, Simon."

Simon lifted an eyebrow and before Price could stop him, he grabbed Price's belt and yanked the waistband of his jeans far enough away from his lower belly to reveal that he was, in fact, wearing a pair of Simon's boxers. "You were sayin'..."

"Shouldn't leave them on my floor then," Price grumbled, smacking Simon's hand away just as a bright lime green fleeced employee rolled down the aisle with a stacked cage of coca cola boxes. "C'mon, you done? We need to be headin' back."

"Yeah. I'm done."

Simon still grabbed a bag of blue Doritos from the end of the aisle as they walked past, and Price grabbed some pre-packed Deli ham for when he had a hankering for some protein. He had a snowball's chance in hell of getting a single bite of the rotisserie chicken in Simon's basket.

They rang up on the same till and Price tapped his card, ignoring the way that Simon twitched from foot to foot until he saw him digging at the cuticle on his thumb with his forefinger. "Stop," Price said softly, touch lingering just long enough on Simon's wrist to still his hand. "S'nothin. Bit of choccy and bloody chicken."

Simon grunted and Price watched those dark eyes waver over the basket. "Thanks," he said, finally.

"Welcome. Not quite a Michelin star meal, but maybe next time."

"Dunno. The cookies are pretty decent."

Price grinned, only to blink rapidly when Simon's fingers smoothed through his beard to squeeze his cheeks. Feeling his smile. Price let himself have a moment of tenderness, tilting his face into Simon's palm for the lightest of kisses before he grabbed their bags and headed for the door.

He left Simon to slump into the passenger seat while he went to pay off the parking. They'd overstayed their half an hour courtesy parking by fannying around for too long, avoiding work. When he climbed into the front seat, Simon had cracked open the cookies and had pulled down his mask to eat one, content that his face was disguised by the dark. He tilted the pack towards Price without looking away from the windscreen, and Price slid one out. "Fuck me, Simon Riley sharing food..."

"When the reports are done," Simon said dryly, wiping the crumbs from his lips. They both stared into the dark car park, the only noise was the rustle of plastic and the crunch of biscuit. Price finished his and opened his mouth to say something only to have it covered by Simon's. The kiss took him by surprise, the taste of sweet chocolate carried on Simon's tongue, tinging the crowns of his teeth, one big hand curling behind Price's head to keep him there as Simon took what he wanted; a deep, possessive kiss that made Price feel hot and tight under his clothes. When Simon drew away, he peppered a few more light kisses against Price's damp lips.

"What was that for?" Price asked, voice croaking and breathless.

"I don't need a reason," Simon replied. "Yer mine, ain't ya? So I get to kiss ya. And you get to buy me chicken."

Price was glad the dark hid the flush in his face. "Yeah, guess so."

Simon grunted. "L'ess go 'ome. Sooner we get those fockin' reports written, sooner I can shag ya brains out."

Price chuckled as he coaxed the Landie to life. Suddenly, he had all the motivation in the world to get those damn things finished.

[bangchansdirty-slut]

Hihii, a small request for you: dom g!p ryujin x bottom m!reader, where reader and ryujin are roommates and ryujin comforts the reader after a bad day by filling his insides

thank u! :>

Cheer Up Remedy!!!

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Paring: dom!g!pryujin x bottom!m!reader

Genre: smut

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: I’m considering creating a masterlist for characters from Squid Game (seasons 1 and 2), XO Kitty, and Alice in Borderland. If you’d like to request any, just let me know! I’m also thinking about adding more idols to the list, including all units from NCT, XLove (though I’m not focusing on them at the moment since I just started stanning), and ZB1.

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"Hey, you're home early," M/n called out, the sound of his shoes echoing in the quiet hallway of their apartment. He had just finished his shift at the local restaurant, feeling drained and defeated by the relentless flow of customers and the never-ending pile of dirty dishes. The last thing he wanted was to deal with whatever mess his roommate, Ryujin, had left behind in their shared living space.

But as he stepped into the living room, his eyes widened in surprise. The room was spotless, with not a single speck of dust in sight. The TV was on, playing a show he enjoyed, and a steaming cup of tea sat on the coffee table with a note that read, "For you." Ryujin emerged from the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants slung low on her hips, showcasing her toned midriff. She flashed him a warm smile, her cheeks flushed from the heat of the stove.

"I figured you could use some pampering after work," she said, her voice a smooth purr that seemed to stroke his weary soul.

M/n couldn't argue with that. He dropped his bag on the floor and sank into the couch with a grateful sigh. The scent of the tea wafted up to him, a comforting blend of mint and chamomile that promised sweet oblivion. He took a sip, the warm liquid coating his throat and spreading a gentle warmth through his chest. "Thanks, Ryu."

Ryujin strutted over, her hips swaying in a way that had him swallowing hard. She sat down next to him, a little too close, and placed a hand on his knee. "How was your day?"

M/n's eyes flicked to her hand, his breath hitching. "It was… intense. The kitchen was hell." He took another sip of his tea, the warmth seeping into his bones.

Ryujin's grip tightened slightly, a knowing look in her eye. "That's what you get for working with food and not letting me feed you properly." Her hand began to rub small, soothing circles on his thigh.

M/n's cheeks flushed, his eyes darting to the TV and then back to her hand. He couldn't deny that the contact was comforting, and a part of him craved more. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ryujin leaned in closer, her breath tickling his ear. "You know what I mean," she murmured. "You're always so tense after work. Maybe I could help you relax."

M/n's heart raced as he felt her hand slide up his thigh, the fabric of his pants growing taut against his growing arousal. He couldn't believe what was happening. He'd had his fair share of fantasies about his gorgeous, talented roommate, but never in his wildest dreams did he think she'd make a move like this.

"Relax," she whispered, her hand continuing its journey upwards until it reached the bulge in his pants. Her touch was surprisingly gentle, yet firm, as she began to massage him through the fabric. "Let me take care of you."

M/n's breath caught in his throat as he felt his body respond to her touch. The tension of the day melted away, replaced by a building heat that spread through his core. He could feel his cock growing harder under her ministrations, begging for release. He leaned his head back, eyes closed, savoring the sensation of her hand on him.

"You're so tense," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "Let it all go."

M/n's eyes fluttered open, and he looked into Ryujin's eyes. They were dark with desire, her pupils dilated, and her breathing was just as ragged as his. He nodded, unable to form coherent words as her hand deftly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. The warmth of her palm against his bare skin made him gasp. Her touch was like a brand, leaving a trail of fire wherever she went.

With a gentle tug, she freed his hardened length from his boxers. It stood proudly between them, begging for her attention. Ryujin's gaze dropped, her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips as she took in the sight of him. The air was thick with anticipation as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and began to stroke him with the same rhythm she had used on his thigh.

M/n's hips jerked upward, and he couldn't help but let out a low moan. Her touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He placed a hand on her wrist, guiding her to his tempo, their eyes locked in a silent dance of desire. Her grip tightened, and she leaned in, her breath hot against his skin as she whispered, "Tell me if you want more."

The question hung in the air, taunting and tempting him. He knew what she was asking, and the answer was a resounding yes, but he was afraid to voice it. The fear of ruining the moment was almost paralyzing. But as her hand continued to work its magic, the words slipped out, barely audible, "More, please, Ryu."

Her smile grew, predatory and satisfied, as she leaned in closer. Her hand didn't stop moving, the rhythm increasing slightly as her other hand reached for the waistband of her sweatpants. With a swift motion, she pulled them down, revealing her hard cock, standing tall and proud against her toned abs. It was the first time M/n had seen it in person, and he couldn't help but stare. It was a beautiful sight, a stark contrast to the softness of her features.

Ryujin noticed his gaze and took it as an invitation, her hand leaving his cock for a brief moment to stroke herself. "Do you like what you see?" she asked, her voice low and husky.

M/n nodded, his eyes glued to her hand as it wrapped around her shaft. He'd never seen anything so erotic, so powerful, and his own cock twitched in response. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice thick with need.

Ryujin chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down his spine. "Good," she said, her hand moving faster on herself. "Because I've been waiting for this moment."

Without breaking eye contact, she reached out with her free hand and took his, guiding it to her cock. The heat was almost too much to handle, the velvety skin like silk under his fingertips. He felt a strange sense of power, knowing he could make her feel good, too. His hand trembled as he took over the stroking, mimicking her earlier gentle touch.

Ryujin's eyes fluttered closed, and she leaned back against the couch cushions, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her hand had found its way back to his cock, and she began to pump in tandem with his movements on her shaft. The room was filled with the sound of their mingled breaths and the slick slide of skin against skin.

M/n's mind was racing. This wasn't what he had expected when he came home from work, but it was everything he never knew he needed. The feeling of her cock in his hand was strange, yet incredibly arousing. He could feel the veins pulsing with each stroke, her arousal a palpable force between them. He wanted more, needed more.

He leaned in closer, his mouth watering as he took in the musky scent of her. "Can I… taste?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ryujin's eyes snapped open, a smoldering fire in them. She nodded, her breath hitching as she watched him. M/n leaned down, his tongue darting out to lick the tip of her cock. The taste was salty and slightly bitter, but it only served to fuel his desire. He took more of her in his mouth, feeling her hands grip the back of his head, guiding him deeper.

Her hips began to rock, fucking his mouth gently, and he moaned around her length. The vibrations sent shockwaves through her body, and she could feel herself getting closer to the edge. "Fuck, yes," she hissed, her voice strained with pleasure.

M/n's eyes watered as he took her deeper, the tip of her cock hitting the back of his throat. He didn't care about the discomfort; all he cared about was pleasing her, making her feel as good as she had made him feel. He could feel her pulse against his tongue, the taste of pre-cum making him crave more. His hand stroked her shaft in time with his mouth, the sound of wet suction filling the room.

Ryujin's hand tangled in his hair, holding him in place as she began to move her hips in a steady rhythm. Her moans grew louder, and he could feel her thighs tensing beneath his palms. He knew she was close, and the thought of her coming in his mouth made him even harder. His own cock throbbed with the need for release, but he held off, focusing on her pleasure.

He felt her grip tighten, her body stiffening as she reached her climax. With a strangled cry, she came, her hot seed filling his mouth. He swallowed, the salty taste coating his tongue, and she pulled back with a satisfied sigh. Her eyes were glazed over with pleasure, and she looked down at him with a soft smile.

"Your turn," she said, her voice still thick with desire.

M/n nodded, his own need reaching a crescendo. He wanted to feel her, all of her, inside him. He knew he was inexperienced with this, but he trusted her. He could see the hunger in her eyes, the way she was watching him with anticipation. He stood up, his legs wobbly, and walked over to his room to grab a bottle of lube.

When he returned, she had removed her sweatpants and was sitting on the edge of the couch, her legs spread wide, stroking herself. The sight was so erotic, so overwhelming, that he almost came right there. He handed her the lube, and she took it with a smirk, flipping the cap open with a wet sound. She coated her fingers, then leaned in and began to circle his entrance, her touch sending shivers through his body.

M/n's eyes rolled back as she pushed one, then two, then three fingers into him. She was gentle at first, but as she felt him loosen up, she began to pick up the pace, her movements sure and confident. The stretch was exquisite, a mix of pain and pleasure that had him panting for more.

"You're pussy's so tight," she murmured, her eyes never leaving his face. "But you're taking me so well."

M/n could only whimper in response as he felt her digits probing deeper, her knuckles grazing against his prostate with each thrust. His cock was a throbbing ache between his legs, leaking precum onto the couch. He couldn't believe this was happening, but the sensations were too intense to doubt. He spread his legs wider, silently begging for more.

Ryujin leaned in, her eyes never leaving his as she worked his body with an expert's touch. "You're ready," she said, her voice filled with a low growl of satisfaction. She pulled her fingers out with a wet pop, and before he could even miss them, she positioned herself at his entrance, the head of her cock nudging against him.

M/n's breath hitched as he felt the pressure build, his body instinctively clenching around the intrusion. He braced himself, his hands gripping the armrests of the couch as she pushed in, inch by inch. It was tight, so tight, but she was patient, allowing him to adjust to her size. He bit his bottom lip, trying not to cry out from the overwhelming feeling of fullness.

Ryujin watched him closely, her gaze locked on his face, her own need evident in the way her chest rose and fell rapidly. She didn't stop until she was fully seated inside him, her hips flush with his ass. The room was silent except for their heavy breathing.

"You okay?" she asked, her voice gentle despite the fierce expression on her face.

M/n nodded, his eyes still squeezed shut. "Yeah," he managed to say, his voice strained. "Just… give me a moment."

Ryujin leaned in and kissed him softly, her hands running up and down his back. "Take your time," she whispered. "You're so beautiful like this."

M/n took a deep breath and let it out slowly, feeling his muscles relax around her. He nodded, and she began to move, her hips rolling in a gentle rhythm. Each stroke was like a warm knife through butter, spreading pleasure through his core. His eyes rolled back, and a moan escaped his lips as she hit his sweet spot. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pain that made his toes curl.

Ryujin's hand found his cock again, her grip firm and sure as she stroked him in time with her thrusts. The friction was intense, and he could feel his orgasm building with each movement. "Fuck," he gasped, his voice hoarse from the moaning. "It feels so good."

Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she picked up the pace, her strokes growing longer and deeper. "I know," she murmured, her voice a low rumble that sent shivers down his spine. "You're going to come for me, aren't you?"

M/n could only nod, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. He felt her thumb circle the sensitive spot just beneath the head of his cock, and he knew he was on the edge. "Yes," he whispered, his voice trembling with need. "I-I'm going to come."

Ryujin's smile grew as she watched him, her movements becoming more deliberate, more intense. She could feel his inner walls clench around her, urging her on, and she knew it was time. She thrust in deep and held still, her cock pulsing within him as she stroked him harder.

M/n's eyes snapped open, and he stared into hers, his pupils dilated with lust. "Please," he begged, his voice a desperate whine. "I need it."

With a feral growl, Ryujin began to move again, her hips snapping into his with a force that had the couch groaning beneath them. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through his body, the pressure building unbearably. He could feel the tension in his balls, the tightness in his abdomen, the fire in his cock. It was too much, and yet not enough.

M/n's moans grew louder, filling the room with the sweet sound of their union. His hands clawed at the couch cushions, his body writhing under her as she fucked him with an intensity that bordered on savage. He was lost in the sensation, his mind a whirlwind of pleasure and need. Her hand on his cock was a blur, her strokes in perfect harmony with her thrusts.

Her breath was hot against his ear, her words a dark promise. "Come for me, baby," she murmured, her teeth grazing his earlobe. "I want to feel you come apart around my cock."

M/n's orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, crashing over him without warning. He arched his back, his body shuddering with the intensity of his release. Cum spurted from his cock, coating her hand and his stomach, as he moaned her name over and over again. The pleasure was so intense that for a moment, he couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but feel.

Ryujin watched him with a mix of pride and lust, her own climax building. She could feel his insides clench around her, milking her cock, and it was all she could take. With a final, powerful thrust, she came, her hips jerking as she filled him with her warmth. The feeling of his body tightening around her was exquisite, and she couldn't hold back the low, animalistic growl that escaped her lips.

The room was silent except for their ragged breathing, their hearts hammering against their chests like drums. M/n's eyes remained squeezed shut, his body still shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Ryujin leaned in, her breaths hot against his neck, and whispered, "You're so perfect."

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‧₊˚✩彡‧ men who are terrible when it comes to apologizing for something they did. they know what to say but when it comes to the point of expressing it they lost it. they know how bad they hurt your feelings and that you hate them at this point on but they wanna make it right.

‧₊˚✩彡‧ men who spam your phone with messages and calls and voice messages begging and apologizing but you’ve blocked them. so they go to other social medias ( snap, insta, tiktok, twitter ) but they already block. their friends texted you to “ unblock him ” but no chance. they will go so far as to emailing you a whole paragraph of an apology but you denied it telling him that “ if you really mean it you’ll do it in person ”

‧₊˚✩彡‧ truth is you adore this effort and it’s cute. but you wanna see him in person and hear his voice slur out these words that he’s typed. so he does. he pulls up to your house around midnight before you go to sleep. nonetheless you walk out your house/apartment in a pink hello kitty hoodie and grey biker shorts. your new wavy lace install in two braids, lashes done, and glossed lips. the moment you opened the door you can smell the weed he’s smoking and his low eyes.

‧₊˚✩彡‧ you sit quietly, hands inside the pockets of the hoodie waiting for him to speak up. “ can you say some? you scaring me right now ma ” “ shouldn’t you be the one speaking if not i’m wasting my time ” you sigh moving towards the door ready to get out but he pulled you back. his words all glued to together as you stare in him in confusion.

“ imsorrymamatheshitididwasfuckedupandyoudeservesomeonethatwilltreatyoubetterthanthisbutimsorryiaintmeantodothattoyoupleaseforgiveme ”

‧₊˚✩彡‧ you made him repeat what he said and he took a deep breath leaning closer to you holding your hand in his. this time your biting your lip trying to not smile. you blame it on the way he’s staring at you. he’s all high and lost but he knows and you know what he’s saying — and he means it. “ hm i don’t know-“ “ c’monn stop playing with me, you know i am it…matter fact i’ll prove it ”

and he keeps his word. his seat a little leaned back while you on top of him. a creamy ring forms on his cock, from you and his previous orgasms. his tongue wrapping itself around a nipple while his hands spreading you ass bouncing you up and down feeling his tip hit your g spot. you tighten up on him making him moan as he continues to apologize. “ ride that dick baby - makin’ me feel so good. pussy so fuckin good ” his words begin to slur, his cock twitching and his abs flexing “ you gonna come again daddy, give it to me please oh my god ” you hold onto his arm as you chase both his and your own high. your pussy wetting/creaming on his as he plays with your clit. “ shit im finna cum, ride that shit baby ” you lean down nose bumping against his as you try to quiet down you moans with his lips. loud smacks and skin slaps and wet/creamy noises fill the car.

‧₊˚✩彡‧ eren, connie, ony, gojo, toji, draken, aki, + ur favs

[maudie-duan]

Series Summary: Harry has been fighting to keep his relationship with Olivia afloat for nearly two years. At what point do you choose to either endure or let the strain of the world defeat his ambitious hopes of a lasting relationship? Or will a single night and a fleeting encounter be enough to change the projection of Harry’s path? Maybe our ‘Mystery Girl,’ Shiloh, will just happen to be in the right place at the right time. 

Word Count: 2.3K

Warning: SLOW-BURNER, Strong Language, Major Angst, Eventual Smut, Emotional.

It’s sort of a dazed wonderment getting a call on the cusp of sleep. There’s always that disorienting split-second of—is this real or am I dreaming? But when you choose to answer, you’re taking that risk, right? I knew who it was before his deep voice even filled the line. His sister had given me his number as a “heads-up” and asked if it was okay if he reached out for business. She didn’t want me to be caught off-guard if he called. 

Gemma asked me if she could share my number with him. I thought it bold on his part—dangerous even—I wondered how long he would sit with my number before he decided to call—deep down, I almost wished he would call. Maybe it would bring some clarity, maybe even answer the questions nagging at my brain, but there’s a reason they say, “Careful what you wish for…”

“Hello…?” he questions, followed by a muffled “damn…” That isn’t as clear because I barely register what was said until I hear, “I think…” his mouth getting closer to the phone. 

There’s a delayed pause, and then the rasp of his voice is back, his thick accent falling heavy on my ear, “Think that’s right…hello?” He repeats, and I hold my breath.

The realization sends me into a silent panic, and I hesitate to say anything because I know that, without a doubt, we should not be talking, “Hi…” I say, weary to continue, because one, it’s late, and two, something about this feels unsettling. 

“Oh—thought it was still ringin’—“

“It’s Harry…obviously…you know from the photo—”

I cut him off, “Yeah, I know—” I tell him, my voice firm. “What’s up?” I ask because I’m not sure why he’s calling, even though there are a million things I would love to say, I can’t. I know from experience that nothing good comes from a late-night call, and it’s almost 2 a.m.

“I think this is you…”

“Who?” I asked, wondering if he had called the wrong number. Then I thought it had to be intentional, and here’s where it got tricky—and dammit, there were already a million more questions threatening to send me down a spiral.

“You—because you’re Shiii—Shiloh sounds like an ‘oh’ at the end…”

“Harry, why are you calling?” I ask, trying to keep my voice calm.

“Don’t know…it’s hard to tell—“

“Oh no—!” he says, and the excited jump in his voice makes my heart race, a cold sweat covering my palms—Is he alone? 

“What?” I question. 

“I think I’ve been found…” he starts. His boyish laugh perks up my ear, and I’m trying not to smile because I like this silly side of him.

“I think I’ve been—oh…I’ve been…”

“Caught—I’ve been caught by the cutest little kitty in the world…” he laughs, “kitty…kitty.” He’s meowing at the cat that I’m guessing might be in the room, and when I hear the cat respond, it’s confirmation that he’s not talking to another human, but why would I think that in the first place? 

Maybe I’m overthinking this. 

“Here…” his voice muffles, huffing a laugh into the phone, now sounding further away when he says, “I’m sending a picture…” 

And there, there’s loud rustling on his end as he lets out a playful laugh, coaxing the kitty to look at the phone, “Okay...there…”

“Now tell me Shy—low…because my voice is low…” he says, pleased with his joke.

“Tell me when you get it—”

Rolling my eyes, I pull the phone away from my ear, open the text from his number, and watch a video of the black cat appear, but I’m not looking at the cat. Instead, I’m scoping out the background, watching Harry’s reflection in a large decorative mirror propped against the wall. The giddy smile stretched across his face has me wide awake, smiling as I rewatch the short clip.

I switch the phone to speaker and sit up in bed, “I love black cats—“

“They’re so special…” he tells me, his voice so wholesome and adorable, and I know I don’t need to get sucked in, but I am.

“I’ve always wanted one…” I confess, smiling to myself, because it’s true.

“Well—this is my mum’s…” he tells me as I rewatch the video. He’s definitely drunk. The video itself is a shaky mess, and I can’t imagine that he would mean to send me a video of him shirtless in a pair of brown corduroys—they’re cute, and he’s cute, and fuck, how did I forget about all the tattoos?

“Your mom showed me pictures of her cats when we had lunch yesterday…” I tell him.

“Mmmm…you had lunch with my mum—”

“And your sister…” I add.

He blows a light laugh into my ear. “I’m jealous…” he says, his voice softening, like maybe he’s finally settling down. 

“I’m also tired...” he says, through a slow exhale, making me yawn.

“Long day?” I ask

“Long life—” he says with a half-hearted chuckle, and he sounds tired—there’s a lot to unpack with that statement alone, but I let it pass.

“Harry…”

“Shiloh…” he whispers, making my heart melt into a puddle.

“Why are you calling?” I whisper back.

“Don’t know—”

And just as I’m about to open my mouth, he says, “Wanted to hear your voice...” in that same soft tone.

We’re both quiet, but I’m at a loss for words, and all I can say is, “Harry…”

“Shiloh, I know…” he starts. “I’m bad…. shouldn’t be calling, right?”

“No…” I answer

“Tell me you felt it…” he asks, a faint plea resting between us, and it takes me by surprise because it’s gutsy, but isn’t that what alcohol is best for? 

“I don’t know, Harry…” 

“You’re so beautiful…and kind—”

“Harry…please…”

“No—I know your kind…I could hear it…in the podcast—god—you and my sister are friends—?” he asks, but it sounds more like a statement. 

“Yeah… she was my friend before this…” I tell him because this can’t be a thing, and I’ll choose the friendship before I choose him.

“Before this…” he repeats. 

“Listen—” I say, and then he’s clipping me off.

“I know…I’m a bit tied up…I think—I don’t know anymore…” he says, and it’s confusing because I have no idea what that means.

“Then why did you call…?”

“I may be a tiny bit hammered…” he trails off laughing, then, “It’s you, Shiloh—”

“You shouldn’t have called—”

“I know—I know…but tell me you didn’t want me to…” he says.

“Shiloh—tell me that you didn’t want me to call…” he repeats, a little more desperate, like he wants me to scold him, or maybe he wants me to get mad. I don’t know, but it’s making my stomach twist. 

“Just tell me—just tell me you didn’t feel anything...” he pleads, and now it’s clear what he’s wanting. He’s wanting me to convince him otherwise—how am I supposed to do that when I can’t even convince myself? 

“Harry, where’s your girlfriend?” I ask.

He lets out a long exhale, “Shiloh—just tell me…” he says softly.

The fact that he’s avoiding the question is making me upset. If you’re going to drunk dial me, at least be real, “Honestly—?” I ask

“Yes—yes…” he answers.

“It’s kind of upsetting that you’re calling me drunk, Harry—”

“That’s not what this is…I don’t know—I wanted—” he’s stumbling over his words, and it’s beginning to frustrate me because this was already overwhelming, to begin with, and now he’s calling, and all I want is to talk to him, fill some of the longing that’s been lingering since the Gucci show. Tell him how I felt it then—I’m thinking it now—and how that show felt so long ago, but the pull was there. Would it freak him out if I were truly honest? Because that’s my reality. 

And then he says, “Honestly…” 

“Yes…” I breathe, choking on the word as it slips past my lips.

“I saw you from backstage at the Gucci show—”

“Harry…stop—” I tell him immediately because I know what he’s about to say, and it’s too fucking much—it’s too real, and there’s no fucking way, right? 

“I saw you sitting there…and I don’t know—all night I was just taken by you—and then the photoshoot—god Shiloh…the photoshoot…” his voice is so silky and genuine and I believe him because it’s exactly how I feel—or felt—I don’t know anymore the line is becoming so blurry and as he continues, I sat there taken in each word one by one, trying to memorize them.

“The second you kiss my lips…please just tell me you felt it too?” he begs in a gentle whisper. 

“Because the days feel like a lifetime and all I can think about is you, Shiloh—and I’m sorry…maybe this isn’t fair—maybe I’m selfish…tell me I’m selfish—” and he chokes on the last line, breaking open a hollow in my chest that’s trying to swallow me whole because this is exactly what I wanted to hear—but it’s all wrong, none of this is right and I can’t stop thinking about his fucking girlfriend and that’s the part that hurts the most. 

“Please stop—” I plead, my throat burning with the effort. I don’t want to cry. I don’t want him to know I’m on the verge of crying.

“You felt it too?” he says, so delicately, so fucking sure of everything.

“Yes…” I whisper as the tears sting my eyes. 

“I’m sorry—” he tells me, “I’m sorry I’m like this—god—I’ve already fucked this one up, haven’t I?” 

“I just wish—” I say, biting back tears, but it’s no use as I draw in a deep breath through my nose, squeezing my eyes shut, and I let the silent tears break way.

“I know—” he says, “I know this isn’t fair…”

“I just wish you would have cared enough to wait…” My words come out as more of a plea, with him and with myself, because where is the respect? I’m worthy; I deserve better than a drunken confession that he may or may not remember in the morning. 

And I don’t even know why I continue, but I do, “Harry—I deserve better than a drunk dial…and god—you’re making me feel so stupid because you’re probably not even going to remember this—

“I will—” he attempts to say, but I’m still talking.

“Whatever I felt before, it was probably just a fluke, okay—

“It was real Shiloh—”

“If it was so real—then why are you doing this?” I force out, “I just wish you had done this differently…”

“I know…” he whispers, “I’m sorry—please, Shiloh…please believe me…I don’t want to hurt you—”

“But you are—it hurts my feelings that you don’t think more of me. That I wasn’t worthy of the time this would have taken…and here I am trying to explain this to a drunk person who won’t remember this in the morning—” 

And now I’m crying tears for this man—I feel like a fool, crying over a guy that can’t even respect me enough to break up with his fucking girlfriend, “Listen, Harry—”

He doesn’t try to interrupt this time, and as I’m trying to gather my thoughts, I hear him sniffle, a slight murmur filling the line, and I pull the phone away, trying to stifle the sob bubbling up my chest. 

“I wanted to break up with her…” he says, sorrow coating the rasp of his voice, and there’s something childlike in the way he’s confessing his truths.

“I promise you, Shiloh—I did—I wanted to—it’s just—”

“I believe you…Harry…I really do. But it doesn’t change anything, does it? You’re still with her, right? I ask.

“Right…” 

There it was—the ugly truth lying lifeless between us—A mournful truth that he couldn’t take back, nor could it be unforgiven—a heavy line we knew would mark our ending. The sad truth is that we both would have to live with it because I had to be true to myself. The truth is that I would have to let him go, starting right now. I needed to end this so we could both move on from whatever this is; was, or would have been. 

“I feel sad for us, Harry—”

“I’m sorry—”

“No…I’m sorry—but please don’t call me again.

“Shiloh—please—”

“No—Harry—please just don’t call me again, okay…I’m sorry—just please don’t—

“Shiloh—”

“I have to go, Harry…”

“Please…let me explain…”

“No—I have to go bye—”

“Shi—”

I hung up the phone, tossing it toward the foot of the bed, and let the tears flow. It was weird because I knew this was going to hurt, but I didn’t think it would hurt like this—like a punch to the gut—a rug being ripped out from underneath my feet. I’ve been on my knees with it, consumed with the strange feelings for days, and now I’ll be crawling on all fours with the “what ifs” tempting my every thought. 

How long will it take to get over someone I don’t even know, someone I was basing on a feeling? But isn’t that how the heart works? 

Am I supposed to trust these feelings? Hold them as truths? Because now I’m lost in it, and I’ll cry myself to sleep, lying in a sea of his words floating around my mind, two ships passing in the night—and now this was his fault, his hell that we would live in, and I don’t think I can forgive him.

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PART SEVEN

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[artdcnaldson]

before bed: thoughts for the sex lessons au circa summers at patricks pre-stanford: reader buying some cute sleepwear at some point, maybe with the boys, maybe for herself, maybe for the boys, but buying some anywhere. lacy little slips and silky shorts and one of those desperate housewives type satiny robes to lounge about in, nothing or maybe just underwear beneath it. the boys starting to get glimpses of lace or sheer stuff over the waistband of her normal, mildly mom jeans. seeing her go from sleeping in big tee-shirts and plaid pj pants and hello kitty pajamas to satiny sets in powder blue and baby pink - innocent colours, soft, sweet colours. but the sets feel so dirty: they match like lingerie should, they dont leave nearly enough to the imagination, they hang over and cling to curves they didn't even realise she had. and it drives them feral.

-kit (lights out!)

SOOOOOOOOO SO true

You meet up with them at night to watch a movie in their room and they see you walk in and just go all quiet. Because what happened to big tee shirts and shorts?? What happened to Christmas flannel pajama bottoms and your middle school gym sweatshirt?

And it’s not even that revealing, but it’s different, it’s more grown up, put together. And it’s silky soft. You’re sitting sandwiched between the two of them, and you don’t even have a bra beneath the thin silk. And they can definitely see the press of your nipples through the fabric and it drives them crazy.

ANOTHER bonus point— them absolutely salivating over a fucking g-string whale tail visible with your low rise jeans

[anim-ttrpgs]

Songs for Eureka Sessions: Investigation Scenes (low-stakes) or Meal Scenes

Masterpost of Eureka song lists & how to choose good music for any TTRPG session.

Douglas' Blues - Parasite Eve II

Out of Phase - Parasite Eve

Alone in Town - Silent Hill 2

Reasoning - Death Note

Something Stirring - Scooby-doo

Snooping Around - Scooby-doo

Another Mystery - Scooby-doo

Pandering - Scooby-doo

Arriving at the Scene - Scooby-doo

Grounds of Mystery - Scooby-doo

Puzzle 1 - Puzzle Agent

Puzzle 2 - Puzzle Agent

Puzzle 3 - Puzzle Agent

Puzzle 4 - Puzzle Agent

Puzzle 5 - Puzzle Agent

Puzzle 8 - Puzzle Agent

Puzzle 11 - Puzzle Agent

Freshly Squeezed - Twin Peaks

The Zombie - Kolchak: The Night Stalker

Legacy of Terror - Kolchak: The Night Stalker

Mr. R I N G - Kolchak: The Night Stalker

Chopper - Kolchak: The Night Stalker

Deep Cover - Hotline Miami

A Stray Child - Silent Hill 3

Whirling-In-Rags - Disco Elysium

The Stalkers - Dredge

Little Dark Age (instrumental) - Mgmt

Kitty Horrorshow - Tenement

The Process - The Big O

Nevermore - autoisolation

Into the Mist - autoisolation

Clues 08 - L.A. Noire

Clues 04 – L.A. Noire

Safe Room - Signalis

Ritual – Signalis

Intro – Death Note

Max: Panama – Max Payne 3

E5M3 – Sigil

Max Payne Theme – Max Payne

Cannot Hear – Monster

Dogtective - Louie Zong

Clues 01 – L.A. Noire

Clues 02 – L.A. Noire

Floor 6, Please – Atrium Carceri

Norwegian Horror Saga – Manet

End of Small Sanctuary – Silent Hill 3

Fear of the Dark – Silent Hill

Tears of – Silent Hill

Otherside – Silent Hill

Delirious and Devoured – Manet

Aucun Cave

The Obsession Begins Tomorrow - Shadowdream

Der Angler – Bohren & Der Club of Gore

The First Pain – Heroin and Your Veins

Secret – Somewhere off Jazz Street

Ulterior Motives – autoisolation

Lights Out – Cities Last Broadcast

Street Tattoo – Bohren & Der Club of Gore

Constant Fear – Bohren & Der Club of Gore

Nighthawks – Lowering

Vendredi Noir – Manet

Radio Silence – Joal Fausto & Illusion Orchestra

Sand in Lungs – Heroin and Your Veins

Intoxication – Heroin and Your Veins

Bad Luck – Heroin and Your Veins

Full Moon and Dry Humour – Heroin and Your Veins

Miles to Midnight – Atrium Cerceri, Cities Last Broadcast, and God Body Disconnect

Sorry Sir, You Are in the Wrong Room – Atrium Carceri

Daisuke – Hotline Miami

Hotline – Hotline Miami

Crystals – Hotline Miami

Electric Dreams – Perturbator

It’s Safe Now – Hotline Miami

Interlude – Hotline Miami 2

Rust – El Huervo

Ghost Town – Parasite Eve II

Gentle, Two – Kairo

Untitled 2 – The Green Kingdom

Sigh of Relief – Parasite Eve II

Rain of Brass Petals – Silent Hill 3

Morning Calm – Silent Hill 2

Rusty Lake Theme – Victor Butzelaar

Guided Meditation – Old Future Fox Gang

Sherry’s Theme – Resident Evil 2

A Cold Day in Hell – Max Payne

Ada’s Theme – Resident Evil 2

Tailing a Lead – L.A. Noire

Mona: The Professional – Max Payne 2

Address Unknown – Max Payne 2

Hourglass – The Guest

Omniverse – The Guest

The Marshalling Yard (Latter Half) – Resident Evil 2

Bless This Mess – West of Loathing: Reckonin’ at Gun Manor

[kittyl1z]

sub!gp!liz, dom!reader

little liz have always been loser coded. this time was no different. ever since she had met you she never got to touch herself. not because she's not allowed to or so, simply as she doesn't know how. because the only way she feels pleasure is with her girlfriend. she is the cutest baby asking you to touch her, all messy and whimpering, pouting and even crying about her underwear and pants being so uncomfortably tight around her dick. however she loves it. feeling so vulnerable around you. being your cute obedient kitty was everything to her.

liz was just sitting on the couch, comfortable clothes with her phone on hands, sitting there being adorable as she is, poor baby just got hard out of nowhere. the girl baking was about to get time to relax as she puts the cake in the oven. jiwon was mesmerized, having a cute talented most beautiful girl ever as her girlfriend was pure joy.

she couldn't help it, watching you being concentrated, glancing shamelessly at your body, top to bottom, she remembered all the times she got to be actually inside of you! filling you up with her dick, getting the most angelic moans of yours, the addictive kisses that only her got to taste whenever she wants... boy she was hard. her hand hold onto her pants, feeling nervous.

"hey baby, is everything alright?" you came by her side, stroking her hair. instinctively her hands went down to cover what was pretty obvious.

"baby...?" you asked in that voice that made her shiver. you knew what she was up to.

"mommy..." her hands reached out for you, you were smiling at her, cooing at your precious - now hot girlfriend. you held her hands, acting fool.

"yeah princess? what's the matter?"

"please..." you giggled. she was really something.

"please what?"

and jiwon was already in tears. suddenly she forgot all her words, just the growing feeling of her bulge being more and more hard. it was hurting as hell.

"can you touch me...?" she guided your hands to her dick, humping at the slightest contact as she whines. "please mommy... i-i... i don't know why it got like this... i was just looking... please"

her big eyes were tearing up and you could see her desperation. she was just too cute to mess up with her at the moment. or not.

"aw, poor angel, getting all hard just by watching her mommy. does that really likes you?"

slow caresses were traveling up and down her member. she didn't stopped the movements of her hips, pushing herself to feel -even a little bit- of your touch. you could feel the wet spot of her tip; which was so sensitive and pink. jiwon herself was sensitive, at the slightest contact she would whimper - even cry. jumping a little whenever you touch her, shivering and holding onto you. your hand stroke her with ease, she threw her head back and you could see her chest going up and down in a way to calm herself before moaning.

"look at that, my princess really like it when her mommy is touching her like this, huh?"

she bit her low lip, nodding and shutting her eyes.

"c-can you... can you be f-faster... please?"

little liz knows to always ask first! she was adorable, wasn't she?

"already, baby?"

but you didn't give in. at the moment you bought your hand to her tip, you moved your fingers left to right in it, liz lose her mind. her hands were holding to her sides, griping into her pants so hard. she wanted to touch you, she wanted to have you in her hands as well.

"a-agh... mommy that- that feels so g-good..."

"look at me, princess."

when your eyes met, liz really broke in tears, she always felt vulnerable but looking right into your eyes while you were stroking her dick so good like that was more of what she could handle.

"aw, my pretty baby. crying of how good mommy touches you. my princess must really like being like this, all by her mommy, mh?"

your hand was creamy and liz felt she was getting wetter and wetter just by listening to the sounds your hand was making, the precum liquid was slipping away so fast from your hand, it stick to it and wouldn't help liz to hold on and not cum. her tip was glowing in the most beautiful way, all red and swollen by the poor baby who was just needy for her girlfriend.

"you are all mine, aren't you baby?"

"h-hm... a-all yours!"

liz nodded, still making eye contact. tears were decorating her cheeks as she reached out her hand on top of yours, feeling like she was the one to be pumping her dick.

"mommy... i'm c-close... mgh, really.. close..."

her voice was fragil, she was practically coming undone in your hands and for a moment you had mercy. because she was the perfect doll right in front of you, whimpering and squirming of pleasure, the only way she knows; with you.

"c-can i..? p-please, can i...?"

her legs were shaking as she made effort not to hump in your fist and stay still to be the good girl she is.

"can you what?"

and still you were looking at her with pure love and adoration in your eyes, pretending not to know what were you doing to her and all the effects you caused on her. all teary with red cheeks for how hot her body was.

"cum, mommy- can i cum?"

you laughed at your cute girlfriend, finally giving in.

your hand began to increase the pace of its movements just like she wanted to. liz's hand hadn't moved since she placed it on top of yours and it made you melt thinking about how well behaved she was. in between whines and sobbs she told you how good you were making her feel. it took her no long to get to release in your hand, liquid all over you and her clothes. still sobbing she went to kiss you, feeling desperate to taste your lips as you didn't kiss her all along. accepting the kiss, you caressed her hair with your clean hand.

"t-thank you..."

she murmured, a pout on her lips and still crying, she was feeling so weak that she just wanted to lay down with you and cuddle.