#his arms in this movie jfc

[meidui]

welcome to the gun show

[sugar-omi]

Can I request some HC about Cove and cockwarming 👀

omfg yes you can

NSFW, gn reader, step 3 + 4 + DILF ! cove, multiple scenarios, prbly ooc bc dilf!cove is a menance over here ok, prbly ooc step 4 cove too but ion care imma babygirl him ‼️‼️

STEP 3 COVE

you can't expect an 18 year old to be normal or calm abt it

he's all whiny and tense

you're only on his dick long enough to adjust. both of you clinging onto each other and panting, tryna get used to such an intense feeling

you can try teasing him by cockwarming, but it really won't work

begs you to move, uses those big blues to try and sway you

will probably cry if you keep swirling your hips or clenching around him, he can't help but fall over the edge and lose his patience

doesnt matter if you you hold on long enough or are swayed by cove's sweet begging

but now it's your turn for your head to spin because cove thrusts up into you, holding you and hiding his face in your neck

I love the idea of him getting caught up in the moment again and flipping you over on your back and thrusting into you...

makes you finish first because I think he's totally obsessed with watching you finish, especially when you finish around him

STEP 4 COVE

you still can't expect him to be normal

but fuck does he love it

ik I haven't included switch cove n any of the other 2 scenarios (writing this bit last, yes I write backwards)

but I gotta tell you man...

he loves it sm

doesn't matter if it's a strap, loves cockwarming you

mmm, going throughout the day, splitting him open on your cock during different times of the day

please do ask him to stop doing a chore to sit in your lap, he's so weak rn

fuck, come up behind him n just slip in while he's washing dishes, he's in heaven rn

the whole day he's hard, ruined his pants w pre bc he's been in pieces the whole day

by the time you finally fuck him, he's in tears n so happy n pleased

also dies of happiness a bit when you cockwarm him

jfc doing it in the morning. or before bed, while you sleep...

is so turned on by this, sometimes he just can't do it and you'll wake up to cove squirming, apologizing but begging to fuck, begging to cum..

if he makes it through the whole night though... gets the pleasant scene of seeing you on too of him, grinding on his lap n telling him you should hurry up n finish before work<33

fuck imagine teasing him the same way dilf cove does (so spoilers lol)

n having him in your lap or you're in his, and you're tryna watch a show n you're moving your hips..

grinding on him, thrusting up into him..

either way he couldn't hold on, n now you have HIM on the coffee table or laid out on the couch, heart eyes while watching you take him while on top 🫶🫶

he's in love actually

DILF COVE

oh he does it for fun

this is a sport to him

how long can you sit on his cock until you either whine n beg, or you need to get back to the rest of the world

fuck, if you don't have kids or they're grown. he'll do it while you guys sleep<3

anyway🙈

this is almost like a punishment, n like I said, it's entirely for his entertainment n he'll fucking do it while he's watching TV or on the computer

will twist your nipple or rub your sex

kisses your sensitive neck or pushes your hips down

"sorry baby, I was grabbing a pen"

although at some point he'll surprise you by languishingly fucking you. his cock dragging against your walls...

it's so slow n such a tease n it's just enough to keep your stomach burning

omfg cockwarming while he plays a game or watches a show...

you're tryna watch this movie, but you're only half way paying attention if at all because of cove

it's a romance, or some shitty action movie with too many unnecessary sex scenes

every time the characters make out, kissing n groping each other

he's grabbing at you, groping your chest, teasingly stroking your sex, kissing you breathless..

and every sexy scenergy he thrusts up into you, holding your hips down while you cling onto his arms that are wrapped around your waist

either it ends in neither of you cumming, successfully edging yourselves until the end of the movie

or you bent over the coffee table or with your legs up, buried in the corner of the couch as cove works you both through one or two orgasms <33

just the sexual tension alone turns him on, will happily go all day, splitting you on his cock n then going about your day without cumming

fuck, he'll do it before work and then at dinner.. his younger self would've choked and died at just the thought

tells you you look so pretty cumming for him, also tells you some nasty shit like he's so pent up n can't wait to fuck you, can't wait to finish inside you

tells you he's been thinking abt it all day...

pls dilf cove so good n yet so bad for our hearts... 🫣

[pathetickuroo]

fukutora hcs bc theyre funny

- fukunaga shohei #1 lover of badddd bad bad bad movies. terrible films. not good. we're talking sharknado snakes on a plane willys wonderland velocipastor that one thanksgiving slasher film that i cant remember the name of rn (dont think abt the mechanics of it being a thanksgiving movie too hard). generally not a movie enjoyer i think but most certainly clocking in for shit that is Not Good

- tora is baffled every time but definitely not opposed to it (this guy loves cuddling on the couch i think he hits the fake yawn arm around shoulders maneuver like. regularlyyyy and fukunaga doesnt even pretend to think its silly anymore)

- "shohei this movie doesnt even make any sense" "🤷"

- tora the hugger from behind of All Time he is finding any possible excuse. "u look cold" or "makin up for lost time" or "i have practice in an hour plsss plssssss just let me have this PLSSSSSSS" (he uses that one in particular a lot) (fukunaga wouldnt have said no in the first place) (he thinks its cute so he doesnt say anything abt it)

- repressed-as-hell hs tora did not quiteee know what to do w whatever tf he had goin on so he didnt get the guts (ha) to say anything until a couple years after graduation (which he then said over text bc yokohama -> tokyo = long distance)

- fukunaga conveys thoughts in as few words as possible (which is fucking awesome btw if fukunaga has no fans it means ive died) BUT in order to preserve the meaning it sometimes takes a second to respond

- tora did Not have a good time attempting to navigate this when he was trying to confess

- bro immediately started freaking out to yaku "DUDE WHY DID I DO THAT THAT WAS SO STUPID" "omfg its fukunaga give him a second. impatient ass" "I THINK IM DYING" "jfc"

- meanwhile in tokyo fukunaga was staring at "i rly like u dude" trying to figure out if tora meant like (homie) or like (w/gay intent)

- fukunaga only ever calls tora by his full government given name when he is Displeased. tora used the pan he needed for dinner tn so now he has to wash it? taketora. tora rearranges his living room w no warning? taketora. doesnt even say it in a mean/angry tone or anything j matter of fact as all hell. honestly i think if fukunaga was ever genuinely angry abt smth hell would probably freeze over

- tora does get extremely pouty abt it tho. "shoheiii what did i do :(" "the pan" ".......OH FUC—"

- when tora first moved to yokohama he got a cat bc of course he did he graduated from nekoma. tf else was he supposed to do, get a dog? (maybe in the future)

- very very fluffy very cute very sweet tuxedo girl. her name is "destroyer" (yes really) he calls her badass on the reg and she is sooo cuddly w him. fukunaga finds all of this extremely funny

- in fact when fukunaga starts visiting suddenly destroyer doesnt gaf abt tora anymore. worse than pain of death in his opinion it is So Not Fair. first thing fukunaga does after he meets the cat is send a pic to the old nekoma gc "top 10 cats that like me more than they like their owners" tora throws a pillow at him "i RAISED her from a BABY" "did u rly" ".....NO BUT IT AINT RIGHT"

- after theyve been together a few months toras thinkin abt how fukunaga used to Never Talk Ever and he makes a joke "ha i guess i learned how to speak BODY language am i right. right shohei. thats funny right"

- fukunaga calls him taketora for a week. tora retires that joke permanently and they never speak of it again

- tora morning person fukunaga not-exactly-a-night-owl-but-doesnt-love-being-awake-at-5:30 person. one time fukunagas in yokohama for the weekend he wakes up at 6 annoyed as hell (tora got up at 5 and left for a run) bc wtf his pillow literally got up and walked away. falls back asleep wakes up again at 10 tora made not only coffee but pancakes too AND heated them up for him hes immediately like ok nvm this is fine actually no complaints (<- still gets annoyed when his human teddy bear ditches him)

- TORA BABE SAYER. hey babe thanks babe i missed u babe. but it took him foreverrrrrr (forever) to get comfortable actually saying it instead of thinkin inside so there was also (and still is) a lot of dude (romantic) bro (romantic) man (romantic).

- fukunaga doesnt like saying pet names or anything (but to be fair does he like saying ANYTHING most of the time) but does not mind being called them at all (that's a lie he thinks it's awesome and so so so sweet but when tora asks if it's okay he says he doesn't mind)

[intermundia]

the final dialogue exchange between obi-wan and anakin as friends, the moment before obi-wan leaves for utapau and anakin spirals into darkness, is a bit extended in stover's novelization from what's used in the movie, and it makes me sick haha with the amount of gentle validation obi-wan offers, how much he clearly loves anakin and believes in him... it's heartbreaking.

from the page before, we know they're touching here, with obi-wan gripping both anakin's mechanical hand and squeezing his arm, holding him tight as he praises him. anakin just apologized to him, said "your friendship means everything to me," showing vulnerability and admitting his flaws, so aware that he was disappointing obi-wan, and obi-wan can't help but reach for him, hold him, reassure him.

like those who say obi-wan didn't give anakin enough emotional support... i think he tried. he really tried. it just wasn't enough. like there's something so tender and beautiful about, you are a credit to the jedi order, you have greatness of spirit, your virtues are courage, generosity, compassion, commitment, you have done great things, i am very proud of you. he sees him, knows him, adores him.

but then, of course, the knife twist of the end of the chapter, with obi-wan departing, painfully innocent of the horror to come, and anakin walking slowly, head hanging, back toward his speeder because, of course, the chancellor was waiting. he's leaving obi-wan's gentle orbit and moving directly, inexorably into the open jaws of the sith. goodbye, old friend. jfc it hurts

[arcanechariot]

watching for poe (spoilers) - rise of skywalker

the things i will do for this man jesus christ....

playing yugioh with the homies

put that arm around my neck and those fingers in my mouth huh?

hes so cunty i love him

he keeps getting more and more dilfy and its ruining me

the fit is giving indiana jones and im so here for it

yoooooo we got the dream team baybeeeeee

not the leather gloves too....

also he is absolutely packing down there jfc

okay but real quick look at his tummy

look at his tummy

this is such a hot look for him tho????

love me a man who tinkers

uh oh forehead vein pop

thinking about the two apples post rn....

cmonnnnn let poe hear the goss finnnnnnn

honey can do loopdeloops and warp skip like a mad man but hes boutta yartz over some bones oml i love him

i love my triggerhappy arsonist flyboy space husband 🥰🥰

BRO STOP

hes so like rugged in this movie i love it

👀

he would be so surprised if you called him daddy but hed also be so into it

EXCUSE ME WHATS THIS

YOU PUT THAT FAT ASS AND THAT SOFT TUMMY AWAY RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR TO GOD

i love when he says 😐😐 right at the camera

god i want him and his dadbod and his elder maxon coat so bad

dude im not even halfway through and im like my mouth is watering

pls i wanna kiss him so baddddddd

im gonna need to do a part 2 ffs

[wrathofrats]

If you’re still accepting kiss/ship prompts 👉👈 ivy and pebble #17 to distract, pretty please 🖤

This has been so long and I don’t know why because I love them

I tried to wait for better inspo to give them more justice but jfc I could so I am sorry for the 400 word banter this is haha. Or it’s pebble ivy /zephrit date night

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Ivy shoved his face further into pebbles shoulder as the girl on the screen gave a sickening wail.

“Not having fun honeysuckle?” Pebble smiled, rubbing ivys back as he shook his head still hiding from the tv. Ifrit gave a small laugh as more fake blood pooled around and splashed onto the camera. The effects were cheap, obvious dummies and latex that had zephyr and ifrit more than amused.

“You know it’s not real, right Ivy?” Zephyr leaned over ifrit to cock their eyebrow at the other pair on the opposite end of the couch. Ivy only peeked over pebble to give a sad look. Like he did understand realistically it was fake, but he couldn’t help but be scared anyways.

Ivy flinched as the sound of a chainsaw roared through the living room.

“We can go to bed if you’re not enjoying it” pebble whispered in ivys ear so ifrit and zephyr couldn’t hear, “I’ll tell them I have a headache and can’t sleep without my houseplant” there was a light hearted tone in pebbles voice, the feeling of his smile against ivys scalp making him instantly melt again from his tense state.

“I’ll be fine, I want to hang out with the others as well”

“So you like them more than me?”

“Shut up”

Pebble let out a loud cackle as ivys form tensed up again from the gore. Ifrit threw a piece of popcorn at pebbles head to get his attention before quickly reaching to grab it as it got stuck.

“We can watch something else, I think I saw grease or something while finding this movie, Ivy loves musicals”

“And so you’re picking zephyrs favorite musical?” Pebble asked

Ifrit gave a small giggle before pulling zephyr closer, “Compromise!”

Pebble grabbed at Ivy to move him into his lap so he could full wrap his arms around him. He gave him a tight squeeze before leaning his head on top of his.

“Don’t worry I’ll protect you” pebble gave a dramatic kiss to the side of his cheek, complete with a wet smacking sound for full effect while Ivy gave a small laugh.

As the killers music started again on screen pebble turned ivys chin towards his, planting a small kiss on his lips. Ivy grabbed at his collar pulling him closer when he tried to back away. They stayed like that for a minute, ivys grip slowly loosening on pebbles sweatshirt as he realized he wasn’t going to turn away again.

“You guys are disgusting” zephyr groaned

[angy-mouse]

Puck Bunny Part 2

10.7k words jfc im going to shove my head in a hole for a week and die. in lieu of flowers, donations can be made to my gummy worm funds /j

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Hockey was aggressive. It was a full-contact sport with so frequent rule breaking, the penalty box was invented. Hockey players, by proxy, couldn’t afford to be hesitant, shy people.

HOOOONK

“Oh my god,” Niki cackled, looking over your shoulder.

You shook your head, taking a long sip of your Starbucks. “There better be a goddamn car crash behind me. With casualties.”

“Darlin’!”

“I’m gonna leave you alone with your valley boy,” Niki declared, clapping you on the shoulder. “Text me if you’re gonna stay or if you need a ride, use protection, pee after, yadda yadda-”

“I told you, I’m not fucking the VAL-U hockey team!” 

“You don’t have to be ashamed with me, puddin’, I think the rivalry makes it romantic. You’re like a BBW Juliet and her harem of meathead Romeos.”

An arm thicker than a steel cable wrapped around your shoulders from behind, and a scruffy chin settled into the crown of your head. “I’m not a meathead,” Sapnap insisted, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Hi, bunny!”

You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks as he nuzzled against your temple, Niki waving her fingers with a knowing smirk as she left. “Hi, Sap,” you greeted, voice cracking as he captured the shell of your ear between his teeth and made playful noises like he was devouring you. “Wha- Sapnap, please-”

“Please what, darlin’,” he muttered with a grin. “I’ll give you anything if you ask as pretty as that, sugar, you know that.” His hands came down to your waist, unashamedly groping at your chub and using his hold to manhandle you back against him. A gasp pulled itself past your lips as you felt the imprint of something against your ass through his shorts and your skirt- god, you hoped he was hard. If his cock was that big flaccid, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from dropping to your knees right then and there.

You didn’t want him to let go of you. His body heat was soaking into you like a furnace, and his firm chest against your back made you feel so safe. You wanted his arms around you always, a promise to protect you from everything.

“You’re gonna fuck a valley right in our fucking courtyard?!”

Sapnap’s head snapped up, grip tightening on you as he glared daggers across the field. “Don’t talk to my fucking girl, techie! You wanna fucking go, I’ll tear you apart-”

“Shut the fuck up and get in the truck, Sap! Gas is too expensive for your bullshit!” Sam waved at you through the window when you whipped around, then returned Sapnap’s middle finger.

“Sapnap,” you finally managed to say, reaching back to tug on his shirt. Your mouth went dry as his attention instantly flicked back to you, expression going soft as his hands rubbed your hips. “Why are you guys here?”

He lit up as if he’d forgotten and started tugging you along. “We’re taking you out for pizza and a movie, sug’! We got a projector set up, and a bunch of blankets and pillows in the truck bed- it’ll be fun, promise!”

You shouldn’t have been surprised. After that first time you let them buy you dinner and cocoa, they’ve texted you nearly every day in the group chat Sam made. Sometimes it was cute, asking if you’d eaten and letting you know they’d door dashed you a treat. Sometimes it was videos of them being dumb in the locker room in nothing but towels that looked ready to fall off, skin still wet from the showers. And every once in a while, when it was just two of you still awake in the early hours of the mornings, you’d get messages about how they missed you. Paragraphs about the way you fill their minds as they try to sleep, both memories and new fantasies keeping them awake. They’d ask to show you what you did to them. Sometimes you said yes and got sent a video, watching them rub themselves over their boxers, as if they only wanted enough to calm down- as if they didn’t care to come without you. Sometimes you told them to just keep talking and received a voice message, listening to them groan between words about all the different ways they wanted you.

“So, do you wanna come?”

Your face heated up at the phrasing combined with your thoughts, but Sapnap simply smiled down at you as if he didn’t notice how his tank-top-exposed arms trapped your eyes.

“Ye- yeah, I wanna come.” He let out the cutest little cheer as he opened the passenger door, and you tore your eyes off him to wonder how you were supposed to climb in such a tall truck. “I’m in a skirt, so how do I- oh god, fuck!”

“I gotcha,” Sapnap laughed, hands on your hips lifting you into the truck as if you weighed absolutely nothing. “There you go,” he hummed as he set you into the seat, nodding as if he was about to impart some great wisdom. “Passenger princesses don’t have to lift themselves into the truck.”

“Or,” was hummed into your ear as another set of broad hands on your waist pulled you to the middle seat. “Buckle themselves up,” Sam finished as he strapped you in with a light kiss to the tip of your nose. “Hi, bunny. Missed you.”

“I hadn’t noticed,” teasingly slipped out as Sapnap climbed in, sandwiching you perfectly between two beefy Texans who were now laughing so prettily. “I missed you guys, too,”

Sam’s hand landed on your knee the second he was done shifting gears, long fingers spread wide so his pinky could just barely dip under the fabric of your skirt. Sapnap stretched a long arm over the back of the seats, letting you rest your head on his firm bicep as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “You want some sweets, bunny,” he hummed, smiling against you as you simply hummed, preoccupied memorizing the shapes Sam drew on your inner thigh. He pulled a convenience store bag off the floor and started searching through it.

“Y’know, that’d probably be easier with two hands.”

He gasped, looking at you with feigned hurt before leaning forward to speak around you. “Bunny doesn’t want my arm around her.”

“I didn’t say-”

“It’s a damn shame,” Sam chimed with a shake of his head, squeezing your thigh. “Don’t take long for a cute lil’ thing to forget who fucked her dumb,”

“That’s it,” Sapnap decided, finally pulling out a candy bar and ripping it open with his teeth. “I make you go a little too dumb on my tongue last week, bunny? Guess I can’t hold that against you, can I? Come on, have some chocolate.”

“I hate you both,” you managed through grit teeth, resisting as he poked at your lips with the candy bar. It was your favorite, but that didn’t matter: you couldn’t give in. The only thing worse than two cocky hockey players was two cocky hockey players who had a reason to be cocky. 

“She hates us,” Sapnap relayed over your head.

“Funny way of showing it.”

“I think she actually kinda likes us.”

“Oh, she really likes us. You don’t let three guys you hate fuck you raw- even if you are a puck bunny.”

Your face burned more than it ever had, but not because you were angry. You couldn’t make yourself angry when their voices dripped with adoration like that, as if you were a kitten and no matter how much you hissed and scratched, they’d continue to coo over you and feed you. “... I’m not a puck bunny,” you finally muttered out, taking a vicious bite from the candy to make Sapnap yelp as you grazed his fingers.

“Nineteen,” Sam mused, ticking up a finger, “Sappy, Punzy, and me. I think four in a row and three at the same time makes you a puck bunny, darlin’.”

Your senior year boyfriend was a goalie for the J.V. team, but you would rather die than bring that up now. “Where’s Punz? At least when he’s here, you’re too busy killing each other to make fun of me.”

“We’re not making fun of you,” came from your right alongside another poke of chocolatey goodness. “Being a puck bunny is a good thing- and being our puck bunny is a great thing.”

“Coach kept him behind to go over the new strats you brought us,” Sam told you with a squeeze to your leg. “You’re gonna be there when we crush the techies, right?”

You huffed as Sapnap managed to get you to take another bite. “If I’m not, this was all for nothing- Sap, are you trying to fatten me up?”

“You said you had a salad for lunch!” You were taken aback by his accusatory tone and narrowed eyes as he poked the remaining candy into your mouth, letting you hold it between your teeth while he dug through his bag. “You didn’t even have soup or breadsticks with it!”

“It’s a cafeteria, not Olive Garden!”

“Let us feed you! We fucked you, now we feed you! That’s how this works!”

“You bought me Subway, cocoa, and gummy worms while my legs were still shaking!”

“Well, now we’re feeding you before we fuck you, we’re switching it up!”

You scoffed, crossing your arms under your chest and drawing his eyes to your tits- as if they ever left. “What makes you think either of you get to fuck me again?”

“Might have something to do with the fact that Sam’s almost reached your panties, and you haven’t slapped him yet.”

You stared directly into Sapnap’s smug smirk and delivered a harsh smack to Sam’s knuckles, but he only pulled his hand back down to your knee. “Hey now, don’t let chuckle fuck here goad you into anything you don’t wanna do, darlin’. I know you just wanna brat a little, an’ that’s just fine.”

God, you wanted to slap that understanding look off his handsome face. “I,” you grit out, red-faced, “am not a brat.”

His expression didn’t change as he nodded with a hum, eyes sternly on the road. “If you’re not a brat,” he mused, “you must actually want my hand off your leg, then.” You had to clench your fists to stop yourself from grabbing his wrist as he put both hands on the wheel, leaving your thigh to be attacked by the A.C. You wanted his hands on you- Sapnap’s, too- and you wanted them so badly you were tempted to slip off your skirt just to get some attention.

The truck came to a smooth stop at a red light, and Sam looked over at you, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

You unfastened your seatbelt and sat heavy on Sapnap’s lap, thunking your sneakers down on Sam’s thigh.

“There’s my sugar,” Sapnap cheered, thick arms wrapping around you and holding you tight to his chest until you could feel his heartbeat through your shoulder. His hand found your hip like a magnet, fingertips digging into the meat of your ass with an eager squeeze. “God, I love this gorgeous ass.”

“I can deal with bratting, but if you don’t put a fucking seatbelt on-”

“I’ve got her, Sammy!”

“You fumbled the easiest shot ever last week, I don’t trust you for shit!” A blaring honk made you realize the light had turned green, but Sam simply threw open the back window and stuck his hand out to flip the bird, eyes still locked on yours. “Sit your fine ass down properly and put your seatbelt back on, bunny.”

You actually would have if he hadn’t chosen that nickname. Instead, you purposefully wiggled your hips as if settling in and leaned further into Sapnap’s chest, making it rumble under you with a chuckle as you felt a twitch against your ass. “You’re not fucking winning this, man, she’s in for the long haul.” You might’ve felt like you’d won as Sam turned away, if it hadn’t been for the way he set his jaw before slamming on the gas. The force sent you deeper into Sapnap, an unintentional yelp falling from your lips as his arms tightened around you, hands groping your ass and breast as if hoping you wouldn’t notice while your life flashed in front of your eyes. “Fuck, I gotcha, sug- Jesus, Sam, you drive like you shoot!”

“This,” Sam hummed as he wrenched the wheel to make his turn in time, Sapnap’s hand snapping to the back of your head as you were sent into the door, “is why we wear our seatbelts.”

Something about his smug voice tripped something in you. You knew the request was perfectly reasonable, but that didn’t stop the little voice in your head from screaming that he can’t tell you what to do. You wanted to do anything that would piss him off, to make that calm, collected exterior crack. You wanted to know that you affected him.

You slammed your lips over Sapnap’s.

He gave a grunt of surprise against you, lips curling into a grin as you pushed your tongue into his mouth, tasting that sweet mint and strawberry pairing that you loved hanging on his tongue. You felt his hand protecting your head slide down to the back of your neck, holding you gently in place to curl his tongue around yours, pushing into your mouth as he fought you to take control. 

Your heart raced as Sam took another sharp turn, bouncing in Sapnap’s lap as the paved road turned to gravel, but by the way he ground up against you, he didn’t mind the rough ride. His teeth sank into your bottom lip as he pulled away, chuckling as he brought you with him a few inches before letting go. “I think sugar likes a little danger,” he purred, pulling your head back to trail his lips over your neck. “You like the adrenaline, bunny?”

You gasped as his lips latched onto your pulse, feeling with his tongue the way your heart thudded. “Keep calling me that,” you pushed out, “and you’ll be in danger.”

He hummed against the tender skin, nipping gently as he pulled away. “You really mean that, sweetheart?”

You didn’t. It made you feel small and sexy. Maybe you were a puck bunny, but you were the puck bunny. The one who only needed to show up to get three brutes, usually eager to maim each other for the fun of it, all cooperating and falling over each other for the chance to take care of you- not just fuck you, but treat you to good food and ask about your day, too. But the day you give up your bratty streak and let these bucket heads have their way without a fight is the day you die. “Maybe,” you said instead. You cupped his scruffy cheek and scratched a single nail along his jaw, guiding his lips back to yours. “You wanna peek under my skirt and see for yourself?”

Sam’s hand landed on your ankle, shoving your leg up, knee pressed into your chest, skirt falling into a pile around your waist with a gasp from your pretty pink lips. He didn’t even lift his foot from the gas as he fixed his eyes on your core, letting out a low whistle. You picked a good day to wear your lace. “It’s a damn shame you soaked through such a pretty pair of panties, sugar. You gonna let me keep these ones?”

You scoffed, wiggling your foot on his lap until you found his cock straining against the front of his sweats. “You’ve hardly done anything to deserve it.”

He clutched his heart with a dramatic groan that made you giggle as Sapnap nosed the soft skin in front of your ear. “Aw, come on now, bunny, there’s no need to be so mean to him. He’s the one who offered up his truck for date night, after all.” He crooked his finger under your chin, lips pulling into a dazed smile as he got your full attention back. “Tell you what, sug’,” he whispered, as if sharing a tender secret, breath fanning across your lips. “If you can use that smart mouth on Sam instead of just terrorizing him, I promise to make you come on my fingers before we even get there. Whaddya say to that, hm?”

You leaned forward to give him a soft kiss. “Bet’cha another bag of candy I make him come before you make me.”

A laugh burst from his lips against yours, hand coming down on your ass with a slap as you shifted your position. “Bunny’s cocky, Sam. You better not cream your pants and let her win.”

“You mean like you did from a little pussy in your face?”

“You’re just jealous she won’t sit on you.”

“Damn right I am, I’d pay to have that ass on me twenty-four, seven.”

You got comfortable on your hands and knees across the bench seat, Sam’s hand nestling into your hair while both Sap’s rubbed your hips. “Would’ja settle for my mouth,” you asked with a small smirk as his bulge jumped at the mere mention, fingers playing with his waistband. 

“Fuck, bunny, I’d settle for a black and white picture if it was you,” he groaned, foot hitting the floor as you palmed his cock, engine roaring under the hood like a lion as he zipped through back roads. “Careful there, sugar,” he warned, but still lifted his hips for you as you tugged at his sweats. “Get distracting me too much, and we’ll end up in a ditch.”

A smirk pulled at your lips as you revealed he wasn’t even wearing underwear, cock springing out the second you got his sweats down to his knees. “You’re telling me this beast can’t even climb out of a ditch.”

He chuckled, cutting off with a low hiss as you wrapped your hand around him. “Oh, my baby can get us anywhere, but if we go off the road, we’re staying there until that smart mouth gets fucked out of you.” 

“I’m doing my best,” Sapnap chirped, grin thick in his voice as he rubbed two fingers over your clothed clit just to watch your hips twitch, trying to follow as he pulled away. “Go on, bunny- I’m a fair man, I start when you do.”

“Not my fault,” you hissed, rubbing over Sam’s fat tip, collecting his precum on your thumb to spread over his head. “I can’t exactly unhinge my jaw.”

Sam let a breathy laugh fall from his lips, dull nails scratching softly at your scalp. “Don’t listen to him, sugar, that feels real good. You keep takin’ care of me like that, and I’ll make up for Sappy neglecting your sweet pussy, alright?”

“Neglecting?” You let a small laugh fall out of your lips at the pure horror in Sapnap’s tone, thumbs rubbing circles just above the crease where your ass met your thighs. “How come I’m the one tryna get my fingers in her guts, but you’re turning her against me?”

“Listen to him whine- what a baby, huh, sug’?”

“Sweetheart, if you don’t shut him up I will, and I don’t wanna get blood on your pretty face.”

“Oh, yeah, I’d like to see you fucking-” You took Sam’s blushing red tip into your mouth and licked up the single pearly drop clinging to his slit, putting more of your weight on the hand on his knee as it tried to jerk up. “Fuck, fuck- ‘m sorry, bun, I- fuck, her mouth’s so hot.”

A startled breath came out of your nose as Sapnap pulled your panties to one side with his thumb, broad hand gripping your ass hard to keep the fabric in place as the pad of his finger found your clit again. “Isn’t it fun to make him eat his words,” he purred, drawing soft circles on your bud. “And see how nice you get treated when you stop being a little brat?” He pressed hard against you, pulling a moan from your throat that vibrated all the way down Sam’s cock, making his hips twitch in his seat. “Yeah, we’re gon’ take care of you so good you won’t need to brat. Ain’t that right, Sammy?”

“Sapnap, I’m about to crash this damn truck if I have to focus on anything else-” his voice cracked, turning into a deep growl as you sucked your cheeks in and sank further down on him, starting a gentle bob of your head just to hear him moan into the hot air- just to feel those thick fingers in your hair scratch at your scalp. “If you running that fucking mouth distracts me from coming down bunny’s tight throat, I’ll leave your ass in a ditch.”

There was a truly obscene wet sound as you pulled off Sam’s thick cock, hand moving in lazy strokes as you pressed your lips to the little bit of tummy peeking out from his ridden-up shirt. “Sammy,” you hummed, grinning against his skin as another moan tumbled from his lips. “If you kill him before I come, I’ll make you wear a condom if you so much as hold my hand.”

Sam’s groan made his stomach rumble under your lips as Sapnap laughed victoriously, popping his fingers in his mouth before they returned to your cunt, the middle one diving past your folds like a reward. “You tell him, sugar! See, bunny likes my mouth.”

Your fingers rubbed up Sam’s side, revealing more and more skin for you to kiss up. He had such a perfect body, his strong abs hiding under just a bit of pudge that made him perfect for holding, giving just the slightest resistance as you pressed your lips hard against him. “I’d like it a hell of a lot more-” you nipped a light mark into Sam’s soft skin “-if it was on me.”

Sapnap’s scoff barely reached your ears as you decided your jaw had recovered enough to sink back down over Sam’s thick cock, letting it reach as deep in your throat as you could manage with strained breaths. He stretched your throat like it was made for him, made to be just tight enough to make curses spill from his pretty lips and make him drive fast enough to make your walls clench down on Sapnap’s finger as it found the perfect spot inside you to rub at.

Sam’s seatbelt snapped open the same second he slammed on the brakes, Sapnap’s grip on your ass tightening to keep you in place so he could push a second finger inside you. You heard the click of the gearshift just before Sam’s other hand threaded into your hair, pulling you off him. “Deep breaths, okay, bunny?” The words came out rushed and with a sigh as he shifted in his seat until he was facing you. God, he looked so pretty. He didn’t bother to pull his shirt back down, letting his flushed cock leak against his bare stomach as he leaned back against the door, gently pulling you closer until he could lay his lips over yours. He didn’t let it get too deep, tongue just grazing your lip as he forced himself off you, one hand leaving your hair to wrap around the base of his cock with a groan. “You hit me if you want me to stop, alright, bunny? Hit me real hard wherever you can reach to make sure I notice- you won’t hurt me. Promise me, bun.”

You both knew it was more like ‘can’t hurt me’ but you nodded anyway, turning your head to press a kiss to the inside of his wrist. “I promise to hit you if I suddenly lose my mind and decide I don’t want you to fuck my throat.” His stern expression broke as he huffed out a laugh, petting your hair with a soft ‘good girl’ falling from his lips as he guided you to his cock. You did as you were told, taking deep breaths as you let him control your movements, despite how much you wanted to take him to the hilt and let him fill your stomach. Instead, he took your mouth slowly and gently, pulling you back and forth along just the first half as he studied your face. You clenched down on Sapnap’s fingers as you caught sight of his expression- he was looking at you, spit-soaked lips and gnarled hair, like pure art. A deep sigh escaped his lips and his hand left his cock to join the other in your hair, cupping your head gently as you relaxed your throat as much as you could and gripped his hips.

The first thrust into your throat made you choke.

The second one knocked all those careful breaths out of your lungs.

You weren’t embarrassed to say the third one made your eyes roll back as you went limp in his hold. 

“Aw, hell,” Sapnap hissed as your legs started to fail, pulling his fingers out of you to grip your other hip. “We good,” he reported, lifting you completely off the seat and up to his mouth, sealing his lips over yours without a missed beat. Your moan pulled one from Sam and spurred his hips faster, Sapnap’s lips curling into a smug grin against you as he ate you as eagerly as he did before- as if this was all he needed to be not just content, but ecstatic.

Your hands on Sam’s hips wandered- up his sides and over his stomach, flexed tight as he chased his high, thick muscle on full display as he fucked your throat open, making a home for his cock in it. You’d love that, you decided. You imagined Sam laying in bed after a hard practice, fat cock nestled in your throat casually as he watched tapes of the old games to prepare. You knew he’d take such good care of you- that was just the kind of sweetheart he was. He’d never let you go hungry or thirsty, always keeping snacks and water on hand for you. He’d treat his cock sleeve like a princess.

Sapnap’s tongue curled inside you just as Sam’s hips started to stutter, almost as if both were trying to carve you open to better suit their needs- only difference being Sap’s need was to make you the last thing he ever tastes and Sam’s was to paint your throat white. You did your very best to relax your throat, to become a willing cum slut for your handsome defense man to use. Your hips rocked against Sapnap’s mouth almost absent-mindedly, more focused on Sam’s pleasure than your own- though, if you weren’t so committed to dying before you stroked their egos, you would admit the possibility of coming from sucking him off was bigger than his double-d pecs. 

“I’m gonna come down your throat, bunny,” fell from his lips with a strained breath as one arm snapped to grip the steering column for leverage to lift his hips completely off the seat, fucking his cock along your tongue like he couldn’t get deep enough, no matter how many times he buried your nose in his happy trail. “Fuck, you take dick like a champ, baby. Look like such a little pillow princess, but you give head like a perfect whore. Bet you’d be so happy to stay in my truck forever, huh? Get your pretty cunt ate out while you suck me off every day?” You couldn’t nod around his cock, but Sapnap’s moan as you clenched on his tongue said it all and made Sam grin wide. “Yeah,” he hummed, thrusts turning slower but harder as the hand in your hair caressed your scalp. “We’d be so fuckin’ good to you.”

The promise shot straight to your clit like lightning and spurred you to sink your nails into Sam’s hips to draw him down your throat until your nose was smothered against him, spasming around his cock as your gag reflex protested. His head thunked back against the window, tip battering your throat as his hips jerked against your face. “Fuck,” he hissed. “Put ‘er down, Sap, give ‘er some room.” 

A handful of curses were mumbled against your pussy lips, but he obliged, broad hand rubbing up and down your back as he laid you across his lap. “I gotcha, sweet girl, deep breaths for me, alright?”

“I’d like to see you breathe with this monster down your throat,” you thought spitefully, but it died as a husky moan spilled from Sam’s lips, cock jumping in your throat as his orgasm came down on him like a crashing wave. His hand went limp in your hair, nothing more than a soft, sweet caress, not wanting to force you to take more than you wanted. So sweet, always worrying for nothing: your hold on his hips kept him pressed deep inside your mouth, throat pulsing around him as you struggled to swallow mouthful after mouthful of sweet cum, taking as much as he’d give you.

“Fuck, bunny,” he wheezed, voice hoarse as he gently pulled you off his spent cock. You whined as his tip leaked against his stomach, twitching as his own body insisted on giving you more to drink, but it was quickly cut short as you had to snap your lips shut to avoid a mouthful of thick cum falling from them. “Shit,” Sam hissed, already fumbling for the window button, “you wanna spit, sug’?” 

Your brat came back. How fucking dare he? Spitters are quitters. Did you suck dick like some common whore who needed to spit after? I don’t think so. 

You inhaled deep through your nose and swallowed the entire load in one go, letting your white-streaked tongue loll out as proof. A soft ‘oh, hell’ slipped as he brought your lips to his, inviting your tongue in to tangle with his, licking your mouth clean of him. He groaned when you pulled back, but the hand in your hair didn’t impede your movement as you leaned close, taking his earlobe between your teeth for just a moment.

“Never fucking doubt me again.”

“Never fucking again,” he mumbled out, chasing your lips. “Does that mean you wanna take care of Sap before Punzy finds us?”

Your hand reached back on its own, Sapnap’s fingers finding yours and lips pressing against your palm. His beard scratched gently at the surrounding skin, leaving a trail as he crawled up your body, lips caressing until he was hovered over you and they found your neck. His hips pressed against yours and a gasp fell from your throat like it was pulled.

“God, why are all three of you built like fucking bulls?”

Their chests rumbled against you, a subtle reminder that two broad Texan country boys who loved to throw down their gloves had you trapped between them. It made you feel small, something you didn’t get to experience often. They could easily throw you around, bend you this way and that however they wanted for their own pleasure.

Then Sam’s lips caressed your cheek and Sapnap’s calloused hands kneaded your soft hips. “Made for your pleasure, sweet thing,” Sap murmured against your neck, finding the tender spot behind your ear. He didn’t nip or even suck, just kissed the skin softly: a reminder how soft these boys were on you. They’ve shown more tender care for you in a week of texts and two ‘dates’ than your ex did in almost a year. They would easily throw you around, but they’d do it with a hand protecting your head and soft kisses pressed wherever they could reach. They’d fold you into any position they wanted until you gave the slightest sign of discomfort and they’d pull back without a breath of hesitation.

“Flip me,” you muttered out when your own muscles refused to obey, letting out a soft purr as four broad hands scattered across your body, gently lifting and turning you to lay you back against Sam’s firm chest. You felt a smile tug at your lips as you watched Sapnap get lost in your body, fingers brushing up your waist to reveal the soft skin of your stomach as your shirt got pushed up, trailing touches along the bottom of your bra. “Hey,”

He grinned back, leaning down to brush his lips over yours. “Hey, sugar. Can I get your bra off for ya?” You gave a hum against him and his fingers walked around the band until he found the clasp. He pulled you up just a bit, just enough to press you more against him than Sam, and fumbled with the hooks for a moment- just long enough for you to start grinning against his lips and for him to curse against yours. You wrapped an arm around his neck to hold you up and reached the other back, flicking the hooks apart. “Fuckin’ witchcraft,” he huffed, but helped you pull it out of your shirt anyways. 

Sapnap turned the lace over in his hands as if contemplating before reaching over your head. 

“There ya go, buddy,” he chirped with a grin as he draped it over Sam’s head. “Add that to your fuckin’ spank bank.”

“Don’t think I won’t,” Sam tossed back as his hands rubbed down your hips, grabbing two thick handfuls of your thighs and pulling them apart. You bit your lip to hold back a moan as your lacy panties pulled tight against your clit. “Get to work or I’ll fuck her myself and leave you to cream your pants again.”

Sap rolled his eyes, leaning down to bunny kiss you. “He’s so dramatic,” he whispered in your ear, just to hear the breathy giggle you gave as his lips skimmed your cheek. “You know I’ll take care of you, don’t’cha bunny?” His lips curled into a grin as you nodded, stretching your neck to try and sneak a kiss from him. Thick fingers pulled aside your panties to run his thumb over the seam of your folds, spreading your slick. “Oh, you’re just a sweet thing for me, huh?” He shoved his shorts down his thighs as he asked, grin stretched wider than his face at the weak noise the sight pulled from you. 

Punz was packing. You were going to feel Sam in your throat for weeks. Sapnap was smuggling a monster. You were absolutely positive being fucked by a literal bull would be easier. You were expecting something big, of course- you’d even predicted the girth-to-length correctly based on his height and build. You weren’t expecting his long fingers to barely wrap around the base or for the tip to nearly reach his knees.

“It’s always the fucking shy ones.”

“If you want to kill me, just run me over,” you wheezed. The muscles in your neck gave out, seemingly accepting your approaching end, and your head thudded back against Sam’s sternum, but you still watched down your nose as Sapnap stroked himself- god help you, it got bigger. 

“You can tap out, sugar,” he promised, even as his thumb swiped over the leaking head. “I’d be more than happy to jerk off with you on my face again.” 

“Absolutely not. I just need a safe word.”

That got their attention- and concern. Sam let your thighs fall together and Sap let go of his cock, letting it bob against his stomach as he leaned over you. 

“What’s wrong, sugar?”

“What do you need, bun?”

“You know this doesn’t go anywhere you don’t want, right?”

A huff of laughter spilled from your lips as you reached up to cup Sapnap’s cheek. “You’re both big softies,” you cooed, trying to shoo away his worried gaze with a few soft kisses across his cheekbones. “I need a safe word because I know myself too well. I don’t wanna stroke your ego, but you’re fucking huge, Sappy.” He perked up, worry falling away to pure adoration as his hockey name fell from your lips. You rubbed your other hand down his body until you could curl your fingers around his shaft, a grin curling on your face at the soft whimper you pulled from him. “I know I’m going to scream, and cry, and brat my fool head off, even though I want nothing more right now than to die from some monster dick.” You grazed your lips over his. “So we’re going to establish a safe word, and unless I use it, you’re going to fuck my brains out. Okay?”

“Yes, ma’am,” slipped out without hesitation and you couldn’t admit what it did to you. “Fuck, yes, please. Uh- pineapple?”

You gave him a firm but short kiss. “Perfect. Safe word is pineapple. Sam, if someone calls and we don’t notice-”

“Yank you apart and give the offender a good hit- on it.” He pulled your thighs up again, helping Sapnap hook your calves over his hips. His lips pressed gently against the crown of your head. “I gotcha, baby,” he promised softly, making your heart squeeze as you knew he didn’t just mean that he was holding you. 

Sapnap’s thick fingers wrapped around the grab handle on the roof to keep his weight off you as he scooched close enough to press his fat tip against you. He parted your folds around him and laid his cock between them, grinding the wet tip against your clit as he passed. “Fuck, sugar,” he sighed in time with your moan as he sized you up. “It’s gonna be fuckin’ tight.”

You knew that was a not-so-subtle offer to back out, to make sure you knew what you were in for.

“Promise?”

He looked like you just gave him the world. Based on the way he practically worships your cunt, you may as well have. 

He pressed against your entrance hard, using one hand to try to ease his way inside without just shoving himself into your pussy. When he finally managed the head inside, it pushed a whiny moan out of you as just the tip spread your entrance more than his fingers could ever hope.

“Sapnap,” you rasped out, watching your voice send a shiver down his spine and snap his eyes shut, desperate not to get ahead of himself. He was being smart: taking things nice and slow to make absolutely sure you felt more pleasure than pain. You reached out and raked your nails down his tensed abs. “Take me,”

His hips snapped without a thought as his body took your command as law, suddenly filling you with a good four inches that spread your walls to their limit. His tip leaked precum inside you as if even his cock knew you needed lube and was eager to supply. The hot, sticky feeling as it seeped into you just made you all the more eager to get filled with cum. 

Another sharp thrust got him halfway in.

The third slammed your cervix like a truck. 

“Oh, hell,” you wheezed, letting yourself fall limp in Sam’s secure hold. Your hips rocked against Sapnap’s, desperate to fit that last bit of him inside you, despite what your body said. “I want it, Sappy, please. Don’t stop.” 

Another curse fell from his lips as his cock jerked inside of you, desperate to obey. “Careful, sug’,” he grit out, plastic creaking under his grip as he tried to resist. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

You stretched your neck, brushing your lips along his jaw.

“Hurt me.”

It hurt like hell when he slammed your cervix with intent, but you would’ve walked on hot coals to have him buried in your guts. One of Sam’s hands left your thigh to trace light shapes over your clit- whether to get your body to relax or to soothe the pain, you didn’t know, you just knew it was working. Your walls shook as you came, begging Sapnap deeper until finally your cervix gave in.

The coarse hair above his cock pressed against your clit after Sam yanked his hand away, giving a perfect sensation as Sapnap ground his hips against yours as if making sure he’d really given you every inch. “Oh hell- fuck me, sugar- bunny.” His stuttered praises created a new nickname that spread a fuzzy feeling all the way through your stomach and into your chest. Your cunt made your approval known as it tried to suck him in deeper, begging him to fill every empty space inside you and pulling a deep groan all the way from the depths of his stomach. “You like that? You my sweet sugar-bunny? Fuck, your pussy wants me, sug’. Haven’t even started fuckin’ you and it’s tryna milk me. You really want me to come inside you that bad?”

So badly you wanted to cry, yes you did. You’ve never wanted to be filled before these boys, but something about them made you want to be straight-up bred. You wanted them to take turns fucking you full of their cum just to keep your cunt warm and wet and full. 

“Please, Sap,” you managed, feeling the way your strained voice made his cock jump inside you. “Want you to fill me up ‘til your cum is leaking out of me for days.”

Evidently, that was the final reassurance your sweet Texas gentleman needed to leave the building. In his place was the broad enforcer who barreled through people like they were nothing but snowflakes in the wind. Without another second Sapnap was jackhammering into you with the same force he used to lay out opponents, that thick cock head never leaving your womb as he speared you open. You only knew you were screaming when your throat began to hurt, unable to hear anything over the blood rushing through your ears as his cock hit every nerve in your pussy, thick shaft rubbing against your g-spot from how stretched you were around him. 

Sam let your legs snap closed around Sapnap’s hips so he could cup your tits in either hand, fingers lazily strumming your nipples as if he knew you only needed the slightest touch to bring you over the edge again. Soft praises filled the cab as you came on Sapnap’s cock, Sam’s lips pressing hard on your temple, knowing you’d need something to ground you as you floated. Sapnap didn’t- couldn’t help as he got lost in the heavenly feeling of your pussy gushing around him, the sound of his thrusts becoming so much wetter as he pounded right through your orgasm.

“Remember your safe word, bun,” Sam murmured against you. “We just lost Sappy.”

Sapnap fucked you like a machine, hips pounding an even, fast pace against yours, as if all your orgasm did was energize him. His cock rocked into you like it was his mission to fuck you open. Like he needed to make sure he left you so stretched out that you could only come to him to satisfy you. He was a man completely committed, and his only goal was to fuck your literal brains out and fill you with his cum. 

“Beautiful.” The word escaped his lips as part growl and part prayer as he traced the shape of your jaw. He sucked the skin into his mouth just enough to leave a light mark- so tender and gentle with you, completely opposite to the way he abused your cunt. “Fuck, I love when you come for me, sugar. Get this gorgeous look on your face. Look like an absolute goddess, baby.”

You wanted to tell him how much you loved the things he said, how much they filled you with a warmth that pure sex didn’t. You wanted to tell him that he was the picture of a Greek Adonis: stretched out above you with the muscles in his thick arms bulging from the effort of keeping his weight off of you, shaggy brown locks hung over his melted chocolate eyes and that scruffy beard that made you want to trace your fingers down his jaw. You wanted to say it all, but none of it came from your lips.

“Fuck, fuck,” spilled out instead as he fucked you straight through your sensitivity and into a pleasure-induced partial numbness. “Fuck, can’t- I can’t! God, fuck me!”

“God, you really do run your mouth.” Sam’s tone was absolutely reverential, despite the breathless chuckle that came with his words. His fingers traveled all over your torso, rubbing tender shapes into your hips, breasts, and every stretch of skin in between. His lips caressed your cheek, a soft touch among the debauchery of a threesome in a pickup parked in a field. “What’s your safe word, bunny?”

“Pine- fuck! It’s pineapple! That’s not calling it! If you fucking stop, Sapnap, I’ll cut your dick off!”

Sapnap’s lips curled into a smile against you as he eagerly obeyed, hips not so much as stuttering against yours as he kept up his animalistic pace. “She wasn’t kidding: bunny gets bratty after her second, Sam.” 

“Duly noted,” was muttered into the hot air, thick fingers crooking under your chin to guide you to his lips. “I think,” Sam mused against your soft lips as he kissed his way into your mouth, “another two would make her a good girl again.” 

“Or make her pass out.”

Sam shrugged as he pulled back to let you pant against him, teeth teasing the swollen red skin of your bottom lip. “Either way.” 

Your breath hitched as Sapnap’s thick fingers wrapped completely around your ankle and started testing how he could arrange you. He tried to put it over his shoulder first, but when he was blanketed over you so tightly, your hips just couldn’t do it. “I gotcha, sug’,” he promised when you winced, immediately changing tactics. He hooked your knee over his elbow, then wrapped his arm over the steering column. “There you go, just opening you up a bit, that’s all.” 

Fuck, you’d never had to be spread open so much just to take a guy. It occurred to you that you still hadn’t. You took Sap just fine- your walls were like a vice around him, the slightest stinging stretch still remaining- but you were taking it in stride. Not that Sapnap’s hammering left any room to do anything but. Still, he tried to take care of you, tried to ease his rough battering on your insides into something easier to walk with tomorrow. Even when he had you spread across the front seat, bruising your folds, he was still so sweet.

He straightened up and yanked the bottom of his shirt between his teeth, eyes as dark as warm molasses trained on where your cunt swallowed him. His cock dragged against your walls as he pulled his hips back, hand snapping back to the grab handle as soon as his shirt was out of the way: he needed to see you. Needed to see the pretty pink lips that wrapped around his cock so well. 

Not leaning over you gave him leverage. Now when his hips drove into yours, cock diving deep inside you, he did it faster and harder than he could before. Now when he thrust into you, he pressed his balls tight against your ass, practically begging to empty them into your tight heat.

Scratch what you said before: not sweet. Your legs were just preventing him from absolutely destroying your pussy.

“Y’killing me,”

Sam chuckled, but Sapnap didn’t falter- didn’t even look up from where your cum had soaked the dark hairs at the base of his cock. “You’re okay, sweetheart,” Sam promised. His fingers threaded with yours, bringing your joined hands to rest on the swell of your stomach. You’d swear you could feel Sapnap’s thick cock pressing back- thought that if you were any thinner, you would see the column where he pushed your body aside to make room for himself. “You’re doing so good- such a perfect little bunny,” Sam praised against your cheek as he slathered it in soft caresses of his lips. “Like you were made for us.” 

A short laugh fell from his lips before he choked on it. It came back, though, and just as you worried what could possibly make anyone laugh with their cock out and their friend spreading you in half, he let the thought fly.

“Made sharing size.”

Your head fell back into the cradle of his collarbone and a short, breathless laugh spilled from your lips. “I hate you,” you managed, but it caught in your throat as Sapnap fucked you like he hadn’t heard a word. “Fuck, hate you, too, Goliath!” 

“I don’t think he can hear you,” Sam muttered, caressing your tit in his free hand- didn’t grope it, didn’t play with your nipple. He held it like a precious gem- pet over the skin like it was the softest he’d ever felt. Sapnap growled out something around his shirt, but even if you could understand it, you weren’t certain it was anything coherent. “Sappy’s a little obsessed with you, bun. Now that he’s got a turn with your pussy, he’s not thinkin’ ‘bout nothing but fucking you open and filling you.” 

Well, fuck, now that was all you could think about, either. You’d never admit to these boys how much you fantasized about letting them fill you up whenever they wanted. How many nights since your impromptu rendezvous were spent with your fingers in your cunt, mourning the lack of a thick cock to satisfy you. The lack of a strong, warm body holding you from behind, feeding himself into your needy pussy just to be closer while you slept. 

You could never tell them. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind they’d comply to every increasingly perverted thought, and you quite enjoyed your ability to walk- and think- straight. Both of which were quickly melting away as Sapnap carved out a permanent home for himself deep in your guts. 

He fell forward when you came around him, gummy walls sucking his cock deeper as he mouthed at the column of your neck. Your arms snapped around his head as his hips resorted to rolling against yours, nails carving into his scalp through shaggy hair as the coarse hair at his base scraped against your clit. “S’fuckin’ good, sugar,” he groaned against the pulsing vein in your neck. “You’re fuckin’ perfect. Fuck, ‘m gonna fill this sweet pussy with my cum. Stuff you so fuckin’ full-” He choked as you rolled your hips in time with his, falling to his forearms braced on the driver’s window.

“Promises,” you panted out with a smile, “promises,”

Curses spilled from his lips like he couldn’t control himself, chest hair rubbing against your raw nipples where his shirt was still bunched up, sending you dangerously closer to overstimulation, but nowhere near calling your safe word. “She’s so sweet,” he muttered under his breath, as if it was a realization he hadn't meant to share.

“Just the sweetest, ain’t she,” Sam hummed back anyway, lips pressed tenderly against your temple. “She don’t even know how gorgeous she is- else she wouldn’t let a couple bucket heads split her open.” 

“Maybe we’re special.” The words were barely breathed into your neck, a shy question he wasn’t sure he wanted the answer to.

You pulled hard on his soft hair, yanking his lips up to yours. He still tasted like your cunt, but his strawberry chapstick peaked through, just like you were learning it always did. When you let him pull back, it was only enough for your breath to wash over each other's sore lips. “So special,” you promised, and you meant it. You might have a major thing for jocks with anger issues, but you sure as hell didn’t let them all raw you. In a truck. At the same time. But then again, they didn’t all drive an hour to pick you up for a spur of the moment date after a week of blowing up your phone. 

“You’re more special,” spilled from his lips into yours without a thought, pressing closer and closer until there wasn’t an inch of your body not touching them. “Want you to come with me, sugar. Please? Wanna make you come one more time.” You were nodding from the first word, finally driving your tongue past his lips to make him shut up because god, you wouldn’t be able to wait for him if he kept talking. 

Sam’s broad, calloused hands rubbed over your bare stomach, a soft, “y’two look so cute together,” pulling a whine from deep in your chest. He held you tight as Sapnap’s hips bucked into yours, throwing you over the edge one more time as your pussy milked him for his cum, begging for it to fill you up. “Atta girl, letting Sappy come. So good for us,” he cooed, giving you a squeeze while you were still a million miles away, his voice foggy and distant. You didn’t know how long it took you to come back down to Earth, but Sapnap’s cock was still leaking into your used hole when you did, his nose buried where your neck met your shoulder, nuzzling into the skin as if he was going to fall asleep. Honestly, you had half a mind to join him. 

The cold air hit first. Then Sapnap hit your chest and knocked every painfully reclaimed breath back out of your lungs as all three of you fell like a set of dominoes without the driver’s door propping you up.

“This is the fucking thanks I get for buying the pizza?” The sudden bright light of the overhead impeded your view, but after a few frantic blinks, you could make out an upside-down Punz glaring at you. No, not you: only the guys. Pretty privileges. Awesome. “Sam, put your dick away.”

“Cock looker,” Sam called with a flip of the bird, but yanked his boxers back into place anyway. “We’re not neglecting our girl just because you’re late to the party. Right, Sap?” Sapnap let out a sound against your neck that was either, ‘fuck you,’ or ‘puck boo.’ Toss of the coin, really. Either way, Punz reached over and smacked the back of his head. 

“Get off her so I can take my bunny.”

A shrill yelp escaped you as Sapnap suddenly came back to life, fingers sinking into your love handles to hold you steady as he shot up. You moaned as the new position had you basically sitting on his lap, cock head spearing something deep inside you that’s never been reached before, but if he noticed he didn’t show it. “You can’t take her!” The decree was paired with him falling back on the passenger’s door, sending you crashing into his firm chest. “She’s mine now,” he decided with a kiss to your crown. After a moment of contemplation, you decided that you were pretty cool with any result from this conversation and settled in. “You decided to be a bitch and not show. Too bad, so sad- oh, fuck!”

Another panicked noise left your lips as Sapnap fell, his entire torso dangling out of the truck with Sam’s frantic grab of his ankles the only thing keeping him from tumbling out onto the grass with you still attached. After a beat to confirm you weren’t about to crack your head open and be found naked and full of cum, you braced yourself on Sapnap’s chest and pushed yourself up.

Punz grinned like he hadn’t just tried to murder his right wing. “Hey, bunny,” he purred, opening his arms for you. “‘M sorry I didn’t come to pick you up. You wanna have a cuddle while Tweedledee and Tweedledipshit pull the truck the right way around?”

“I’m sorry my parking skills aren’t on point when I’m balls deep, god!”

“He’s not sorry,” you pretended to whisper, stern facade breaking into a grin when Sapnap snorted out a laugh under you. You rubbed a flat palm across his chest, feeling it rumble as he practically purred at the feeling. “You ready to let me go, Sappy? Or you need a snuggle?”

You could watch in his eyes like a movie as he slowly thought through your question and realized what you were really asking. He leaned up to press a peck against the corner of your mouth before flopping back down across the seat with a soft pat to your waist. “I’m good,” he promised with one of those lazy grins you were starting to crave. “Make sure to save some for me, though, yeah?”

“Oh, of course: everyone gets their cuddle rations,” you agreed, choosing to ignore Sam’s snort of, “rations- like we’re in the cuddle war.” You reached for Punz and tried to make yourself as cute as possible with a soft pout. “I can’t stand, you’ll have to carry me.”

“I think I can live with that,” he decided, pulling you off Sapnap and into his arms with a small noise of sympathy as the drag against your sensitive cunt made you ache. “I know, poor bunny,” he gushed, pulling down your shirt for you. “Alright, fuckers, turn the truck around so we can actually watch the movie!”

“I’d forgotten about the movie,” you mused, legs wrapped around Punz’s waist hesitantly. “I’m leaking on your shirt.” 

“It’s seen worse.”

Your nose wrinkled. “Ew,”

“I don’t think you get to talk shit after a Texas Eiffel Tower.”

“... alright, fair,” you decided, settling into his chest. His hands on your hips hoisted you up his body easily, letting you relax and trust him to arrange you however it was easiest to hold. “So what brought on this surprise date? I mean, I’m obviously not complaining, but you three seem to have a TMI issue when we text, so why didn’t any of you tell me?”

For what might’ve been the first time in his life, Punz’s mouth stayed shut. Call the fuckin’ presses. You pushed down your instinct to say something snarky (or maybe just bratty) and pulled your chin out of his shoulder to look at him properly. And oh what a pretty pink he was. 

He finally caved to your unintentional puppy eyes, stubbornly looking away. “We were kinda worried you’d say no… and we thought it’d be better to hear it in person than over text.”

The truck doors clanked open then shut again, and the two were now pulling the tarp off the bed, but your eyes were stuck on Punz. “You all drove an hour and bought pizza… while thinking I might not agree?”

“... Look, I never claimed we were smart-”

“That is the sweetest thing a guy’s ever done for me,” gushed out of you before you could think of the ramifications of admitting that. You slammed your lips over his in an effort to keep him from thinking too hard on it, kissing your way into his mouth. “You guys,” you breathed between kisses as you started peppering them all across his face, “are the absolute-” mwah mwah mwah, “best ever! Gotta be careful-” mwah, “if you ever wanna get rid of me-”

“Never,” he declared without hesitation, chasing after your lips. “Today was your chance to tell us to get lost. You get another in eleven to twelve business days.”

“Oh? Which days are business days?”

“Every third Groundhog’s Day.”

Giggles burst from your lips just as another set of hands snatched your waist. “What are you two talking about over here,” Sam hummed against your ear. You could feel his lips curl into a grin as his fingers ran light circles over your sensitive skin, turning a slight laugh into an absolute fit. “Come here, you, let’s get you into the bed. Hup!” He lifted you out of Punz’s arms and right into Sapnap’s waiting ones from where he stood in the truck bed. 

“Hey, sugar,” he sang. The truck rocked as all your boys clambered in, but Sap did his best to keep you steady as he laid you in an absolute nest of pillows they’d prepared. Couch cushions, bed pillows, and even a body pillow with a hockey player posing like a Playboy bunny. “There you go,” he muttered to himself, tucking into your side like he hadn’t just been stuck on you like superglue. His lips ghosted over your cheek. “You gonna let us feed you now?” 

“How the hell do you come that hard and walk around like nothing?”

He blinked. “Why do you sound mad about it?”

“I am mad about it! You practically killed me, and now you’re carrying me!”

“Well, it’s not like you’re heavy.”

You gave a pointed look down at your thick thighs and thicker stomach. “Hon, I weigh like-”

“Mushrooms or no?” The truck suspension strained as Sam threw himself down next to you, two pizza boxes bouncing on his lap. “We’ll need you to eat at least one slice, since someone interrupted before we could do any other aftercare-”

“Oh, fuck off! You can fuckin’ Venmo me for the pizza if you keep bitching.”

“I paid for gas! Make Sapnap pitch in for once!”

“Excuse you,” Sapnap huffed, wrestling with a two-liter of coke, “I’m baby, bitch.”

You found yourself chuckling and shaking your head as they argued, blooming warmth filling your chest.

Contrasting with the wet cold between your thighs.

“Punz-” He stopped swiping at Sapnap to give you his full attention, and for a moment you thought you should be an adult. Tell him to find you something to clean yourself with, and tell Sam or Sapnap or whoever stole your panties to give them back. You should act like a mature woman who knows how to handle a two-night stand, but instead you find yourself pouting at him, knowing it would make him cave to anything you asked. “They left me empty and cold.”

Sam and Sap burst into protests.

“Left you?!”

“The audacity-”

“Oh, you poor little bunny,” Punz laughed, scooping you right up and taking your place. He squeezed you tight, dotting his lips across your neck to hear you giggle as his breath tickled the sensitive skin. “Bastards been neglecting you?”

Sapnap had produced a handful of shot glasses that he filled with soda and passed around. “Oh, yeah, she was real fuckin’ neglected when she was coming on my cock.”

“She needs all three of us to be happy,” Sam agreed, taking the shot. “Why did you bring shot glasses?”

“Why didn’t you bring alcohol?”

“Lift your hips for me, bunny,” Punz muttered, squeezing your waist. “I’ll pull down my shorts for you and we can have a nice warm cuddle while we watch the movie.”

You pushed up to your knees, hands from either side snapping to hold you steady. “You’re all such worry warts,” you laughed, accepting a shot of coke and passing it back for a refill. 

“Oh, forgive us, sugar: we’re not eager to watch the gorgeous babe who puts up with all three of our dumb asses crack her head open.”

You felt Punz run his smooth tip through your folds, letting Sapnap’s cum slick up his shaft before he led you to ease your hips back. You managed to choke your moan as he spread you back open, biting your tongue until you were seated all the way back on his lap. “Fuck- I’m good, I’m good.”

“You’re good?”

You sighed as the stretch quickly faded from being fucked open so recently, leaving only the blissful feeling of being perfectly filled. “I’m so good.” Sam offered you a slice and you took it, downing a testing nibble and then three big bites of melty cheese as you realized maybe their fuck-then-feed method held some water after all. “What are we watching?”

Sam presented a remote with a flourish, pointing it at the white sheet strung up in the treeline and pushing a button. “We are watching- fuck.” He flipped the remote around to point it at the projector on the roof of the cab. You weren’t sure how much of this was set up before or how much you were oblivious to while Punz coddled you, but either way something squeezed in your chest. “We’re watching Die Hard, because it’s a goddamn masterpiece.”

You nodded. “You got the second one for after?”

“Of course,” 

“And the third?”

“You’re cute. Don’t push it.”

[cyberrat]

Ok jfc fuck me im sitting here at WORK and I just

1- Vintage Staticmoth cameraman Vox/PornStar Val—Vals pimp would sweetly tormenting Vox under the cover of “needing the best angle” and making him get on the bed with his little handheld recorder under Val while he’s getting railed for those so absolutely necessary upshot perspectives. He’s not allowed to touch but Val is on top of him giving his best performance, grinding on cock, and there’s so much heat he can’t breathe and his lap is soaked because Val and his John are dripping over him and Valentino is looking him straight in the eye. It’s not enough and everything he’s ever wanted at the same time.

Their boss makes Vox thank him for letting Val grinding on top of him at a discount (yeah he docks his pay for this) because he knows how down bad the loser is for his prized whore. And hey if Vox behaves and stays in his lane maybe next time he’ll let Valentino say his name when he cums, wouldn’t that be a nice treat for both of them?

2-current day— Vox actually misses filming those upshots and since his whole face can function as a camera now with all his nice upgrades he loves having Val ride his tongue and cum on his screen for their own private movie collection

Vox is nearly alone in the room. It is dark and the air is thick after all the fucking that‘s been going on throughout the day.

It would be too disgusting if it weren‘t tempered by the sweet perfume Valentino is oozing out of every pore.

Behind him, the moth is slightly moving in his cage, a soft rustling of him adjusting his wings anew; a little trilling whimper that he might just be so used to that he is doing it in his sleep.

Vox turns and peers behind him. From the dim light of the screen and his own face, he can see Valentino curled up like the pet he is, using his neck fur as a makeshift pillow. He is not quite sleeping, though. He just pretends to be.

Vox can see the tiny red slits of his eyes that he keeps cracked open. He must not realize Vox can see his bluff and he lets him be for now.

He turns back around and stares at the screen he‘s got there with the still frame of Valentino‘s cock, his plump little cunt beneath stretched almost brutally around a cock.

Vox bounces his leg restlessly, then presses the play button.

His camera work is excellent as always, of course. He does not really need to sit here and review the footage, he does not need to tinker with it much.

But he needs to see Val in action again. He needs to relive the moments of him beneath the tall demon, filming as he is getting railed. He needs to make a copy of the *sounds* he made while speared on cock.

All trilling and high-pitched and sloppy, tongue dangling from his sharp toothed mouth.

Vox‘ camera work is so good that it‘s barely noticeable how one stud stops fucking and another takes his place. It seems like one continuous session. One hyper potent bull that fucks Valentino until all four arms cave and he stops trilling and starts *wailing*.

He‘s been so close to Vox like that. Eye to eye. Almost like *Vox* was the one fucking him and abusing this perfect little peach he‘s got. The one that‘s all swollen now from the rough treatment.

He hadn‘t been able to keep himself from kissing Val. Wet and needy. Just one more thing Val‘s Master and Vox‘ employer took out of his paycheck. But it was worth it.

He keeps stopping and rewinding and repeating the same scenes, the object of his obsession just feet away curled up in a cage. Waiting for the next time he‘s drug out to perform like a circus animal.

Vox aches.

[qprpbj]

movie star anon here. just read the peril breakup fic and i feel like i got punched in the stomach jfc.

The fact that Paul wanted to fight for the relationship and Darry couldn’t oh I’m sick. This is sick and twisted.

AND HIM BREAKING DOWN IN HIS MOMS ARMS BC SHE JUST KNEW oh this is evil.

and Karen telling Darry “I made you like this”, that nothing is wrong with him for loving Paul hey so you just ripped my heart out of my chest!

10/10 would recommend

i named the fic after you and your absolutely outrageous “the last time” suggestion to me btw <3

i. will refrain from yapping your ear off about this fic and the implications and characterization choices bc once i start i wont stop but plz just know i COULD. sigh i love being delusional <3

[gonegrove]

Untitled Cunningrove

tragically I’m on a roll today when it comes to shitty oneshots with no fucking direction lol. now it’s an infinitely more emo calicheer one compared to the cheersc00ps one from earlier.

also took the brave stance I didn’t on the cheersc00ps one and just fucking called it untitled bc jfc titles are evil and these are so whatever they don’t really inspire any ideas for one 💀

Rating: G Relationship: Billy Hargrove/Chrissy Cunningham (cunningrove/calicheer)

Chrissy kissed Billy’s jaw again. She hated when he was all beat up like this but she was helpless to do anything about it. She couldn’t stop his father and she could rarely stop Billy when the switch flipped and he got into a fight. His arm was tight around her upper arms, her legs over one of his broad thighs. His grip on her was tight as he held her to him. Putting her legs like that over a guy’s in public wasn’t something she was actually very comfy with but she knew Billy really liked it when she was as close as possible so she did it anyway.

She knew how they looked, Billy with his bruises smoking before they went into their movie and her this preppy little waif clutched to his side tightly. He’d look like a bad guy and her like she was too scared to leave him. Even when he wasn’t battered Billy had a way of setting his face that screamed “don’t fuck with me”and he used it a lot. Her hand was on his chest under his open button up shirt and over his heart. It bothered her when people thought he hurt her or that controlled her just because he wasn’t very nice to talk to. She just had to keep reminding herself that they didn’t actually know him, they only saw him out in the world with no context for who he really was.

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[icallhimjoey]

I don’t know if I’ve told you this yet, but I’m a very, very visual girlie. And the fact that every fic your beautiful brain has crafted has made me actually visualize myself in the setting is CRAZY. I truly feel like I’m in the story. I’m watching movies when I read your work.

5 part fic? 11? 1? I don’t give a hoot. Your writing brings me in time and time again.

This part?????? Goodness I could picture it all…

“Steve was crying.

Without even thinking about it, you went outside, walked out towards the pool, up the steps to the diving board and walked down the length of it. Your movement made the whole thing wobble, made Steve hold onto the sides for fear of falling off.

Steve looked over his shoulder, was ready to make an excuse, was ready to get up and off this balancing board, but he didn’t stand a fucking chance because you plopped down and wrapped yourself around him like a backpack. Hugged him tight until the swaying board you were sat on stilled.

Steve hugged back with awkward arms that hugged himself in the process, the two of you sat like that for a little while, your cheek pressed into his shoulder blade. The sun in your eyes and warm on your hair.”

-

And then this below……..how dare????? Wowie you just did this? Your brain just said okay, here’s perfection in verbal form…take it, sis. Come ON girlie…this is just…WOW. It’s perfect.

“Some things just... came in threes.

Rock, paper, scissors. The colours of traffic lights. The amount of feet in a yard. The amount of teaspoons in a tablespoons.

Morning, noon and evening. Sun, wind and rain. Birth, life and death. Past, present and future.”

Another masterful piece, bestie. You’ve outdone yourself again.

how DARE you do this to me ???!!!?! to just... send me shit like this on a random Saturday afternoon, hurt me in my CHEST with this jfc, im calling the cops

[inkrabbit]

Bad headspace hcs

Hi. Welcome back to me ignoring my finals.

Warnings: Mentions of grave robbing, mentions of corpses, mentions of schizophrenia, depression, and eating disorder, violence

Mary Goore:

This is where the weird and sick fantasies happen

They'll visit the cemetery more and dig up some graves

Mainly they'll rob and/or sketch the skeleton or even decayed body that's inside the casket

Sometimes they'll go further, but that's depending on if the voices are acting up again

Mary deals with residual schizophrenia and sometimes forgets to take his medication please get them a fucking daily pill counter jfc he needs help

When they're in this headspace, you're best off to just leave him alone. Mary becomes more unpredictable and even violent due to the intrusive thoughts that won't shut up and heightened paranoia

This episode typically lasts a few days, but on the off chance it's particularly bad, it could be up to a month

Just let them reach out to you whenever they're ready

"Sorry I've been MIA for a while. The voices wouldn't stfu. Wanna hang out later?"

DD Sars

Swings between manic episodes to becoming a hermit for a while

Probably needs antidepressants but doesn't have any

He couldn't stand the side effects from his old prescription but ended up changing insurance before he could ask for a new prescription

Was told he was fine and didn't need any medication from a nurse, then told to come back to the hospital if he felt bad again

Absolutely doesn't trust doctors now and refuses to ask them for help with both his depression and eating disorder

"I'm fine." said with a forced and angry smile

You can interact with DD and he'll genuinely tell you what's wrong. He worries a lot so he's grateful if you let him vent for a bit

Promises to try and eat more and take care of himself but will 100% admit when he's too tired to even get out of bed

Doesn't want you to worry about him but he appreciates the concern

G. Grotesque

He'll start digging up graves but not for the same reason as Mary

Normally, G. suffers alone and silently, but sometimes he bottles up his emotions too much and suddenly everything bursts out at once

Refuses to admit anything is wrong to anyone (DD's the only one that can trick him into talking)

But when it gets too bad, G. will dig up a grave just so he can stab a body repeatedly

Doesn't stop until he physically cannot keep going

If you catch him doing this, he absolutely breaks down sobbing in your arms

"I can't take it anymore! It hurts!"

He'll let you take him home and coddle him because he's too drained to do anything else

He'll feel better in a couple days after entirely breaking down. He just has to calm down for a bit

E. Forcas

Stays home and actually stops speaking

Everything takes too much energy and he's too busy fighting for his fucking life to verbally talk

Please only ask him yes or no questions. It's easier for him to nod or shake his head

Doesn't act out at all like the others but there's a distinct look in his eyes

Thousand yard stare all the way. If you come over, he'll just look in your direction but not at you

Doesn't mind if you watch movies with him or even cuddle, but he's just going to be silent for the entire stay

When he does get enough energy, he'll finally look you in the eye. Still doesn't entirely focus on you, but it's a step in the right direction

"Could you spend the night with me? I don't wanna be alone anymore."

Please stay with him for a while. The company helps more than he'll ever let on

[sugar-omi]

tags : NSFW, reader has a cunt, yall are 19-20, cove is prbly a bit ooc but that's what time skip is for- new confidence!!!, dom cove is so sexy jfc

synopsis : you get an anklet with coves name on it

the first time cove sees it is when you're laying on the couch together and when you sit down on the couch again, you prop your legs on his lap.

cove looks down, to take a look at your choice of jewelry and there, all shiny and gold with a pretty blue gem at the end, is his name on the little gold plate...

you're so deep into the movie you don't notice at first but cove inhales sharply as he looks at the plate.

you didn't tell him you were getting it, that's why you set up this whole situation for him to see it, you were nervous and the movie distracted you.

until cove's grip on your ankle tightened and suddenly you were once again aware of the anklet and cove.

"..y/n, wha-" cove swallows, face flushing and body heating up. "what's this?"

your heart is beating wildly, but seeing how cove is affected, you can't not tease him. "do you like it?"

you smirk, noticing cove's gaze darkening with lust. "i thought you'd like it, plus it kinda marks me as yours, don't ya think?"

cove exhales shakily, hiding his face in his hands.

it's so simple. innocent when you're looking at it from the outside, in.. but you know how sexy cove thinks they are and you tease him every time with a sly joke or by wearing an anklet for a date.

but this is so different from other times.

cove isn't possessive or a jealous type, and maybe its because baxter flirted with you at the beginning of sumer, but something about his name on your anklet makes something primal burn in his core...

cove could be brave and assertive when he wanted to be; and now was one of those times.

he had you in his lap, fingers buried in the heat of your cunt and thrusting them against your wet gummy walls, hitting your sweet spots with his fingers and curling them into those delicious spots.

you squirmed, restrained by cove's ankles over your leg to keep your legs spread open for him while he massaged your insides.

"ah! cove!"

you grind your hips against his fingers, feeling them bump your cervix and you inhale sharply, shaking with pleasure.

"more cove, please more.." cove sucks a mark under your jaw, the biting of his teeth against your skin makes you tremble.

"you like my fingers though.." cove kisses down your neck, working on a new mark when he finds a suitable spot.

"ah! yes but, i-i want more!" you whine when cove pulls out his fingers, and your cunt throbs as cove sucks your slick off his digits.

he lays you down on the bed, your lips locked in a heated kiss with his hand cradling the back of your neck and your nails running down his arms.

cove fumbles for a condom and lube, chasing your lips as he pulls away to strip his boxers.

cove throws the packaging on the floor, a bit eager to be connected with you. he rolls the condom over his cock and lubes up his fingers, kissing you feverishly while he stretches you again with lubed digits, preparing you for a long night.

cove folds one of you legs up, the warmth of his hand on the back of your thighs making you tingle and squirm from the heat radiating from the two of you.

the leg with the anklet is over his shoulder, cove showers kisses on the ankle and as he pushes into your wet cunt he sucks on the skin, leaving red love bites on your ankle.

most times, cove fucked you tenderly, taking his time to unravel you. but he looks at the anklet again and it makes his stomach stir with lust and he starts fucking you shallow and deep.

he latches onto your chest, nibbling and sucking on your nipples and leaving faint love bites along the tender area.

"cove, harder! i'm gonna- ah!" cove's hard thrust cuts you off, his cock hitting a spongy spot near your cervix.

"you're so sexy.." cove grunts and holds your hand, using his body to keep your legs folded in half and he shifts his hips to fuck you harder.

the sound of his cock stirring up your insides, your wet pussy squelched with each thrust and it made both of you hot on the inside.

cove buried his face in your neck, "fuck i'm close.. come with me." cove reaches between you, rubbing your clit.

between cove rubbing your clit and his cock slamming inside of you, you dig your nails into his back, your cunt tightening and fluttering around him as he finished with you.

you held onto each other for a moment before cove got up, tying off the condom and laying next to you.

"so i take it you like the anklet?"

"..y/n!"

[percontaion-points]

KLO chapters 7 & 8

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Chapter 7

“Cold?”

 I shake my head.

 “Don’t lie, Lilla,” he scoffs. “I asked because I want to know.”

 “Alright, maybe a little. But I’m okay. The view is worth it.”

“Shit, girl.” He places the cigarette between his lips, climbing from the hood to retrieve a sweater from the car. He holds out the sleeves for my arms. Once I’m wrapped in it, he takes the cigarette away from his lips. “You need to speak up for yourself. Your needs matter, you know that, right?”

Again, I feel like I missed an entire chapter. You know, where Lilla explained how her emotional needs aren’t being met by her husband, and Cash agreed to help her out. 

“I dreamed about when my grandfather died. I was talking to him, just before. He told me a story about how he met my grandmother.” 

I smile. “Can I hear it?” He shifts gears, slowing down, pulling into our destination. 

“No, I don’t want you to go back to sleep.”

I feel like I’d appreciate all of this “falling in love like we’re in a coming of age indie movie” business a lot more if this wasn’t about a woman having an affair. 

“I went to high school with him. We just knew each other. He’s not a bad person, Cash. Marriage is not always easy.”

Then why are you at an art fair in a different town with Cash and haven’t seen your husband in over 24 hours? 

My god, don’t stand there and try to defend the man that you’re currently cheating on!

Like Cinderella, my pumpkin moment is crawling nearer and nearer, sun seeking cover behind all of our creatively named colors in the sky.

Chapter 7 summary: Lilla stays out and watches the stars with Cash. When it’s time to go to sleep, she curls up in the backseat of his car. In the morning, he wakes her up with coffee and a pastry, and tells her that the lady who sold it to him told him about an art fair not too far away. 

As they’re wandering around the fair, he starts to question her… basically about her motives. Again, I feel like I missed the chapter where she explained to him that Adam is kind of terrible, and Cash agreed to show her what it’s like to actually be loved. Because we’re already at that stage. There’s this long bit where Lilla is begging him to please not talk about Adam, and actively tries to defend him! Cash is quick to basically say the same thing that I did: why the fuck are you defending the man yet you’re here with me?

Then they sit around and try to come up with random colour names. This scene would be better if they were shown smoking pot or something, since that’s the kind of vibes that it has. However, as Cash kisses her, she feels like Cinderella when the clock strikes midnight. 

Chapter 8

“Where the hell have you been, Lil? I have been calling and calling. I thought you were abducted!”

[...]

“A drive? You’ve been gone for almost two days, Lilla!” 

“Yeah, a drive.”

Adam later, after being served divorce papers: The divorce came out of nowhere! There were no signs at all!

“I probably would have if you told me you were driving all the way to Tangerine to shop. Why the hell can’t you shop in Blossom?”

These town names feel like the temporary names you put in, to be replaced by an actual town name later… but then the author forgot to actually do that. 

Cash lifts my hand, toying with my fingers. “I missed you,” he whispers. 

“Yeah,” I glance over my shoulder like the paranoid cheater I am. “Me too.”

They’ve only been apart for a few hours at this point. JFC, calm down. 

“Friday,” I whisper to myself, holding my hand over my heart that hasn’t beat this way in … ever. “Friday.”

Chapter 8 summary: When Lilla comes home, Adam is angry. I’d like to emphasise that he doesn’t express worry that she was gone for two days… Only anger. And I kind of get it, because she won’t tell him where she was. I’m mainly on Lilla’s side, because again. Only anger, zero worry. 

Lilla says that she’s going grocery shopping, and Adam insists on tagging along with her. They ride in complete silence the entire 30 miles to the store. When they get there, Adam bitches about every single thing that she picks out, and then starts to bemoan why she had to drive 30 miles to go fucking shopping. 

Cash obviously sees the two of them, and greets them as he would any other customer. Lilla goes over into the produce section, and Adam gets fed up with her taking forever to pick out a tomato. As soon as he leaves “for the bathroom”, Cash comes over and starts openly flirting with her. He’s mainly angry that she would have brought her husband, and Lilla explains that she couldn’t get him to leave her alone when she got back. Cash tells Lilla that he’ll take her out dancing on Friday. 

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HEY HEY HEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARI MY SWEET LITTLE BELOVED HIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that's way many exclamation marks jfc anyway HOW ARE YOU???? how is uni treating you? are you sleeping are you eating yes this is a mandatory regular checkup. no arguing. other than the checkup i wanted to inquire u more about haikyuuuu!!!!!!!!!!!!

i saw that u finished s4 too so now that we're both all caught up i think we need to do a final round of favourites!!! i'm pretty sure i also saw a kita mention hihihi he's was such a sweetheart. and the miya twins were so funny???? but i'm still staying very very true to my beloved kageyama/hinata duo THEY'RE SOOOOOOO GOOODDD WAAHHHH i'm so upset that it's over:((( i mean yeah the movie just came out but that's only like an hour and a half:(((( i need more A LOT MORE i think i'm actually gonna rewatch it again now................. lmao but the dub version this time bc i've seen some clips and it's ridiculously funny hihii

OKE WAIT ALSO BOKUTO?????????? HE'S SOOOO??????? i love him he's also a big sweetheart he dug himself into my heart + i realllly love the bokuto/kuroo duo too they're so fucking silly together<3333 AND i already said that i like tsukki but i need to say that i LOVEDD how cocky him and kageyama were in the final season i'm so proud of them OKAY THAT IS ALL FOR NOWW I HOPE YOUR DAY HAS BEEN GOING WELL MWAH MWAH MWAH LOVE U<3333

- @catchuuu

MICKEYYYY MY MICKEY i am sending u so many sunny vibes ☀️☀️☀️☀️ they r heading ur way 🌻🌻🌻🌻☀️☀️☀️ (also there can never be too many exclamation points silly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

no but we’re soulmates fr i was also gonna send u another ask abt ur hq faves >:33 I MISS IT TOOOO I WANT ANOTHER SEASON :(((((( rewatching in dub is a good idea, i remember watching a couple eps and liking tsukki’s performance :33 he keeps calling kageyama “my liege” LMAO i love them so bad…

NO BUT MICKEY I NEED MORE DETAILS ON UR FAVS likeee if u had . to narrow them down ….. maybe around five ……. 🤔🤔 who would ur faves be. impossible task but !! i just need to know ur Absolute Favorites for science …..

as for the ones u already mentioned <333 OFC I LOVE THEM ALLLLL kagehina are so charming….. i genuinely think it’s impossible not to love them. they’re so good. i LOVED seeing their dynamic grow and shift!! :((( our lovelies …. i’m so fond of both of them. hinata our little orange and kageyama our little blueberry 🍊🫐 <- they r friends :3

AAAA AND !! bokuto!!!!! he’s so charming too!!!!! i never fully got on the bokuto train but i understand why ppl love him so much…. he’s just a big ol sunny boy !!!! his depression spurts are so funny LMAO but he’s also so kind and sweet :((( loveeee his dynamic w kuroo ofc…… AND TSUKKIII him and the troublesome senpai that follow him around and improve his life 😒😒😒 whose advice he truly appreciates even tho he’ll never admit it 😒😒😒😒 such a little loser boy. ON THAT NOTEEE mickey i’m so overjoyed u ended up liking him he’s maybe my Fave overall….. but i can’t rlly say for sure…… i knowwww i’ve already mentioned it before but 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 the ushi block changed my LIFE i still think his character development is crazy good like wowow. AND I ALSO LOVE HOW COCKY HE GETS he’s such a cutie :333 him and kageyama are suchhh a good duo i love them i do….

but okokokok. since my lovely husband asked i’m gonna Try to narrow down my favs….. 😥😥 still ended up with like seven guys BUT i tried my best ok….. here they are <33 our meowmeows <333 i am cradling them gently in my arms.

<33333 i get sooooo happy just looking at them OUR SILLY LITTLE GUYS :((((((( no but. overall i’d say my Absolute Favorites are kuroo, daichi, tsukki, ushi aaaand noya !! kita and oikawa being super close behind :33 (tsumu is on thin ice.)

daichi is just Mommy i’m sorry. not rlly though. he’s soooo sugucoded cmon now :(((( i just think i’m weak for reliable polite motherly men with dark hair who r Fake as Hell <33 one of my fave scenes in the show is when kuroo and daichi are shaking hands all smiley and polite and BOTH of them r just thinking ”he’s the crafty type, huh?” PDHFKDJ THEY’RE SOOO SILLY…. i just love him so dearly :((( he’s so sweet but when he gets angry he’s Terrifying and that contrast makes me so weak. he’s also so funny i adore his interactions w the other karasuno senpai….. our little honeys……….

AND KUROOOO tbh same as daichi….. i’m just extremely weak for his character but ALSOOO gojo voice 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 AND he’s silly and goofy 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 i’ve said it before but he truly is the stsg lovechild how could i NOT adore him. and!! i lovelovelove his dynamic w kenma!!!! the childhood friends trope stays 🔛🔝 they’re the cutest . also he’s canonically a kitty cat !!! i love nekoma <33333

i’ve already said enough abt tsukki i think LMAO but… he’s just suchhhh a little loser AND he appeals to my guilty pleasure when it comes to anime…… Mean Blondes With Glasses. 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 no but he’s just so wellwritten and cute he’s my little guyyyy he makes me so happy :3 LOVE his dynamic w yamaguchi and hinata and kageyama those are his silly little idiot loser friends and he loves them very much.

ANDAND AND :3333 NOYA :33333 ohhhhh mickey noya is my special little guy Ever i need to know more abt ur thoughts on him…. i didn’t think i’d end up loving him so much but he’s just ??? easily the coolest character ???? while also being sooo charming and sweet and funny . his saves are always so epic and i love how he’s always keeping the team together. he rlly is their guardian angel ☹️ a little ball of sunshine but he’s also so confident and comfortable in himself and HHHH . i just love him sm!!!!

and ushi <333 our autistic king he’s so funny and cool and cute. karasuno vs shiratorizawa was my favorite match btw like the differences between them…. the different dynamics……… the crows vs the eagles 😵‍💫😵‍💫 hinata from the concrete .. vs ushi up on the mountain top ….. they make me insane. i think characters who are fully sincere in everything they do are SO charming and that’s literally ushi,… he loves volleyball and he’s never mean for the sake of being mean he just wakes up every day and chooses to speak Facts. he’s charming!!! that One scene where he borrows tendou’s shounen jump just to read the adverts…. 😭😭 he’s the funniest man alive . i loveeee him i want to kiss his forehead and tuck him into bed

and then oikawa obv …. little loserboy…….. he’s a hater and he’s pretty and he’s trying his best :(( hardworking characters . are also so so charming. he has so many great moments and banger lines… that whole thing abt talent vs instinct ……. he rlly is so lovely BUT he’s also just . Funny. shows up to matches just to hate on both sides . realest guy alive

AND FINALLY (needed to rant a little abt all these guys they mean the world to me 💔) kita…. + atsumu………. tsumu isn’t my Absolute Fave or anything but he’s cool and funny and sweet :3 AND HE’S A FOX I LOVE FOXIES……. (on that note i Still haven’t gotten to ur ask abt knight!sugu n brat!reader :cc I PROMISE I’M GETTING TO IT THOUGH WAIT FOR ME MY SWEET) also LOVE his last words to hinata in s4. how one day he’ll set for him. it’s such a fun twist to the kagehina dynamic where they vow to fight against each other but end up on the same side… meanwhile tsumu looks at his opponent and just goes I’M gonna set for that little guy one day. anyway enough abt tsumu we neeeed to talk abt kita bc he stole my heart…… he’s just such a good character to me he’s so charming (ik i’ve been saying that for Literally Everyone BUT IT’S TRUEEEE i know u’ll get it mickey)…… that scene where he cries :(((( bc he got a jersey :(((((( he’s such a sweetie AND LEAVING A CARE PACKAGE FOR TSUMU WHEN HE GOT SICK he’s just so caring?????? (again … one thing abt me is that i like Motherly Men) he loves his teammates sm he’s such a good captain. i did in fact Cry when he praised them after the match . inarizaki stole my heart a little . silly little foxes .

………… ok that’s all i think PHDKDBDBD …. i . love them a bunch :) BUT I LOVE U MORE MICKEY ty for checking in <333 uni is being nice but i got knocked down by a sudden anxiety wave so i’m just kinda waiting for it to leave :’3 BUT i’m doing fine overall!! how r things on ur end ?? is spring treating u kindly?? r u taking care of urself properly??? <33 i hope so!!!!! the sunny vibes r still heading ur way…. 🌻🌻🍊🍊☀️☀️ getting closer …… have a cute little picture of hinata as a treat :33 ILYSMM

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All the Lovey Dovey Asks for our princess c:

/jfc babe go easy on me hereee >A> jk ofc ty for sending all of theseeee

💝 - What does your muse think about true love?  Is it real, or is it something of fantasy?

In all honesty, she has been in love a few times, and each time she would give her best to make things work. Sadly though things would backfire and burn, even with that past not-so-great experiences she refuses to completely stop believing in something like true love. Since she is a romantic soul who believes there is someone for everyone and she would be happy to grow old with her partner and make fond memories.

💋 - Who was your muse’s first kiss?

A senior in her high school per se, she deeply admired him and well they did eventually get together over shared hobbies. It was a clumsy and sweet kiss between two teens who were still testing waters.

🧸 - What is your muse’s ideal date?

It really depends on her mood, it's not hard to please her honestly! Be it an outdoorsy picnic, exploring a city, or going on a small romantic getaway from all the hustle and bustle she won't object. For more indoor options a homemade meal, a goofy movie, or dancing around the room is another fun way to keep her happy.

🌹 - What would be the best romantic gift for them?

Something personal and thoughtful, it can be anything as long as it reminds her of him! Even something silly like figures or little notes she will cherish and keep those little gifts either on her shelves or in a neat lil box :>

🤞 - Does your muse believe in true love? Who is their true love if they have one?

Once again yup she does wholeheartedly, and well she hopes she did!

🍰 - What does your muse feel about marriage?

She has no qualms about it as long as the bond is based on mutual trust and it is something her potential partner wants.

❣ - Is a holiday the right time to confess your feelings to someone?

Personally, she doesn't mind it, though she might a bit critical about how over-commercialized it is buuuuut.....she won't reject a romantic gesture. Still in her eyes if you love someone any day is a good day and not just a holiday <3

💐 - If your muse’s crush/love was a flower, what kind would they be?

Hmmm, she would say Hawaiian hibiscus knowing that he loves warm weather, and the bright colors remind her of his hair and eyes. It eye catchy and vibrant but also a delicate flower that deep down needs to be handled with care :3

🍑 - If your muse’s crush was a fruit, what kind would they be? Why?

A tangerine! Fresh, tasty, and can be used in all kinds of ways, perfect to nibble on a hot summer day and when you wanna relax~

📢 - If your muse could say one thing to a previous love, what would it be?

Hooo boy that is tricky since her previous lover was pretty much older than her and different in personality wise but she would say something like this.

"I do wish you all the best, there were a handful of disagreements between us but I'd like to believe this bond we had was a good experience for both of us. May you proceed to chase your ambitions but I'd advise you to remember to take care of yourself and the people around you better "

💎 - Does your muse prefer to plan romantic dates, or do they prefer to be taken on them?

Ah, both are fun in her eyes. Nessa does love and appreciates surprises as well as thought-out dates too. She likes to spoil her partner whenever possible and will usually put him first! But if he wants to do something well who is she to say no?

😳 - Does your muse prefer asking or being asked out?

She might be bold but for the most part, she was the one who was asked out instead of another way around.

💞 - Is your muse a snuggly person?

Very much so! Especially in private she loves to be in his arms and if it's cold she will bring plenty of blankets to stay warm!

👅 - Is sex a must post-date?

Not necessarily, but it depends on how the date goes. If things do get heated ey..... she shows a bit less shy side of her.