#hope you enjoyed mwah

[that-was-anticlimactic]

📝 <3

📝share a snippet of an unposted wip, with or without context this is from "when it finally rains, it's gonna pour" which is my m.p100 fic that's about ritsu's journey with his ts and accepting it! this is part of the scene that's like a ts retelling of the incident when they were younger <3 uhhh tw for violence?

Ritsu didn’t give up, though. He kept flailing about, hoping to kick him or something.

He was so angry, so upset that he didn’t even realize he started beeping. At this point, he was so used to hearing it that it blended in with the laughter roaring around him.

“What’s he doing?” one of the kids said, leaning forward so he was level with Ritsu’s face. “Hey, shut up, kid.”

“Hey!” Shige stepped forward now, his fists clenched and brows drawn together. “Don’t be mean to him. He can’t help it. Now let my brother go.”

Unsurprisingly, the laughter grew in volume—one of them was laughing so hard he doubled over. Ritsu didn’t like that they were laughing at his brother, but his heart grew a bit warmer, and he chirped in appreciation.

“You’re so weird,” the one holding him remarked, kneeing Ritsu in the gut.

Pain erupted through his body, coughs tore from his throat as Ritsu gasped for breath. Spit dribbled down his chin and along his neck.

And they kept laughing.

“Beep beep beep,” the kid said, his voice high-pitched, almost like he was singing.

It sounded wrong and grated in Ritsu’s ears. No, he didn’t like that—that was a bad sound. He shook his head, his own string of beeps spilling out.

These hurt, though. They weren’t like his normal beeps. They came out as if someone stuck their hand down his throat and forcefully dragged them out.

[flwrstqr]

✶ ENHYPEN REACTION WHEN YOU SAY "MARRY ME" RANDOMLY

엔하이픈 ୨୧ f ! r ・ 12OO fluff established relationship cw ・kisses, petnames (՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞) feedbacks and reblogs are highly appreciated and encouraged! ── click

����𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 (이희승)

you’re sitting on the couch, your head resting on heeseung’s shoulder, when you suddenly look up at him, a playful smile on your lips. “marry me,” you say, half-joking but with a hint of sincerity. heeseung’s eyes widen for a split second before he breaks into that adorable smile you love so much. “right now?” he teases, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “of course, baby. just give me the time and place.” you giggle, feeling your heart flutter as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer. “i’m serious,” you mumble against his chest, and he lifts your chin to kiss your lips this time. “i know, my love,” he whispers, his voice soft, “and i’d say yes every time.”

rest of the members below !!

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐀𝐘 (박종성)

you’re lying in bed with jay, his arm wrapped around you, when you suddenly blurt out, “marry me.” he pauses, his eyes searching yours as if to see if you’re serious. “are you proposing to me right now?” he asks, a grin slowly spreading across his face. you nod, biting your lip with a small growing on your face. he leans in, brushing his lips against yours in a soft kiss before whispering, “i’d marry you in a heartbeat, angel.” his words make your heart race, and you can’t help but smile as he pulls you closer, his thumb gently tracing circles on your skin. “i love you, you know that?” he murmurs, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “and i’ll be ready whenever you are.”

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 (심재윤)

you’re sitting on the edge of the bed with jake, playfully nudging his shoulder when you suddenly say, “marry me.” his eyes widen for a split second before a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. “dang it, i was gonna say it first,” he teases, shaking his head in mock frustration. you giggle, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “too slow, baby,” you reply. he chuckles, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. “fine, you win,” he murmurs, kissing the tip of your nose. “but only because i love you,” he adds, his tone light and playful.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 (박성훈)

you’re lying on the couch with sunghoon, your head resting on his chest when you suddenly whisper, “marry me.” he freezes, eyes widening as he sits up slightly, his mind racing. “wait, so where and when? but then how many people would we invite? and what about—” you can’t help but giggle at his seriousness, interrupting him with a soft kiss on the cheek. “baby, it’s just a joke,” you say, smiling at his adorable overthinking. he blinks, processing your words, then relaxes, a shy smile forming on his lips. “oh, well, i was gonna say yes to that proposal—” before he can finish, you quickly add, “never mind, i’m marrying you"

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎 (김선우)

ou suddenly blurt out, “marry me, sunoo.” his eyes widen in surprise before he breaks into the softest smile. “what?” he laughs, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. you grab his hand, squeezing it gently, “i mean it, marry me.” he looks at you with those eyes as he leans in closer, his nose brushing yours. “you’re so random, baby,” he whispers, pressing a sweet kiss on your lips. “but yes, i’ll marry you,” he adds, kissing you again, longer this time. his lips taste like strawberries, and you giggle against his mouth. “my forever love,” he murmurs between kisses, pulling you into his arms, holding you tight like he never wants to let go. “let’s stay like this forever, yeah?” he says softly, planting a kiss on your forehead

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 (양정원)

you’re cuddled up with jungwon when you suddenly say, “marry me, wonnie.” he looks at you, surprised, then bursts into a soft laugh, his dimples showing. “what?” he teases, but there’s a twinkle in his eyes. you pout playfully, “i’m serious! marry me!” he grins and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet box. “well, nice timing,” he says, opening it to reveal a beautiful ring. now you’re the one who’s shocked, eyes wide as he slips it onto your ring finger. “i was gonna ask you,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss you softly. “you beat me to it, my love,” he chuckles against your lips, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “so, is that a yes?” he asks, nuzzling your nose. you nod, still in disbelief, “yes, a million times yes,” you whisper back, kissing him 

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 (西村力)

you suddenly say, “marry me, riki.” his eyes widen in shock, and he looks at you. “just because i turned 18 doesn’t mean you can propose to me now,” he says, a teasing smirk on his lips. you roll your eyes, laughing. “it’s a joke, ki—” but before you can finish, he interrupts, pouting a little. “aww, i wanted it to be real so i could actually say yes.” your jaw drops, and you playfully shove him. “i hate you,” you grumble, but the warmth in your voice betrays you. he just chuckles, pulling you close and pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “too late, you’re stuck with me forever now,” he whispers, his nose brushing against yours

[birdietrait]

sim dump !!!!

two of them are new, two are sims i've posted screenshots of before <3

all cc included, just one everyday outfit

do whatever you want with them, just don't claim them as your own or change them too drastically !!

DOWNLOAD HERE <3

[rodolfoparras]

SO I JUST GOT OUT OF THE FNAF MOVIE

mike is Most definitely a man who whimpers

he buries his head into the pillow, soft sobbing because he hasn't felt this good in so long while you softly stroke his cock and/or finger him while whispering praises into his ear

-🌷

Ok but hear me out…

Brat!mike who loves to rile you up with his mouth and will only ever shut up once you shove your cock down his throat, forcing him to keep you inside his mouth for as long as possible, til his jaw aches, throat burns and there’s a puddle of drool on the floor. Another way to shut him up is to grip his throat while he rides your cock, you’ll watch the stubbornness bled away from his eyes and get replaced with desperation as he furiously taps at your thigh.

Brat!mike who likes it rough, whether it be having little to no prep, blowjobs that will have tears spilling down his cheeks and face turning visibly red or til it feels like he’s being speared onto your dick, will even let you put mascara and lipstick on him just so that he can visibly see how you’ve ruined him

Brat!Mike who’ll prevent any noises from escaping his lips as you’re fucking him. Even with ropes of cum painted all over his stomach and hole all puffy and red he still won’t tell you how good you’re making him feel. You can even have him tied up while holding a vibrator against his dick and he’ll still manage to stay silent as a mouse, which only manages to drive you crazy

Brat! Mike who’ll purposely stop while in the middle of giving you a blow job or while riding you just to tease, only for you to yank at his hair or hips and shove him back down onto your dick

Brat!mike who loves to rile you up just so that you can have heated make up sex, will even go as far as to moan the name of someone else while you got your fingers or cock buried inside him, wont stop with his little act til you’ve fucked him so dumb he can no longer speak or think

Brat!mike who’s alright with being denied orgasms but loses his mind at being denied a kiss, you’ll have him whining and whimpering within seconds to put your lips on his.

[blqstar]

main mha boys finding out their s/o’s tiktok famous

↳ featuring ; midoriya, bakugou, shoto

content warning: black reader, fluff, a lil bit of crack too, mention on y/n’s big booty and boobies 😏, profanity + slurs, not proofread (as always tbh lmao)

note: i literally just came up with this on the spot, i was so busy daydreaming, thinking about this lmao. y’all i promise a oneshot finna come out, im def a d1 procrastinator lolll

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 — izuku midoriya !

deku honestly isn’t the person to be on social media that much. really because he’s out training most of the time

but every time he gets the chance, he comes across videos of you

and when i say every time, i mean every single time lmao

edits, little clips of you from your original tiktok, even your own tiktoks you make.

baby, when he sees you in that video, in them lil black shorts and crop top

y’all his ass is DROOLING

he’s honestly a little flabbergasted but at the same time, he’s not. he knows his princess is absolutely drop dead gorgeous so it’s really no surprise that you would go viral.

he ends up following you after a while and decides to ask you about it, assuming that you didn’t know about it yourself

“hey , bunny , did you know you’ve been going viral lately ?”

“yeah , you ain’t know ? i’m surprised you didn’t know before , zuku-poo “

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ — katsuki bakugou !

i feel kats ain’t a person to have social media, so he shol don’t have no damn tiktok🧍🏽‍♀️

“wtf is tiktak ?”

“kats , it’s tiktok .”

“whatever the fuck it’s called, i ain’t gettin’ that shit .”

with some persistence and a little bit of ‘pretty girl’ charm, he puts it on his phone (he be lyin like a mug lmao)

one particular day where he’s a lil bored, he decides to go on tiktok for the one time

and the first vid on his fyp is…you?

wtf??

he watches you lip sing a song wearing his color in a orange sundress, accentuating your butt and boobs

how many times he’s watched it? yes.

nigga has turned into an all out simp

after he’s looked, he goes through your comments and sees tons of guys simping for you too.

nigga’s boiling now

“HEY , WTF BABE ? TAKE THIS SHIT DOWN !”

“how about…no .”

“DON’T TELL ME NO , YOU WEIRDO !”

this man is an actual diva sometimes lmaoo

⋆⁺₊❅. — shoto todoroki !

like deku, he isn’t much of the type to have social media.

not just because of training but because he’s not really interested in those types of things. especially tiktok

but once he heard you talking about it to him the day before, he went to see what it was all about. (mans is obsessed w u like anything u talk abt he wants to know about lol)

and first thing he saw was you in a little black sundress and recording yourself in the mirror, showing off your figure

baby boy blushed (hes so cute)

he went through multiple clips and edits of you, even going through your profile and watching your videos.

during this, you were caught in the midst of it, watching his phone from behind

“babe~ , are you stalking my videos ?”

“yeah ofc , you look so gorgeous . send me the vids before you post next time . wanna be the first one to see ‘em .”

[spearxwind]

✦ Tfw your killer AI gets himself stuck in fucking orbit, somehow still manages to be a nuisance ✦

I've had this idea in mind for a few years and finally drew it, but since I've missed doing actual comic pages and I really wanted to start messing with more creative paneling I thought I'd use it as an excuse to experiment instead of just doing a little strip like usual >:] so enjoy this shitpost in 4k ultra HD edition

[daenerys-targaryen]

...and the life I gave away

lyrical parallels (fifteen | midnight rain) for Hannah!

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

thinking about how mulder loves to get scully a gift, usually terribly heartfelt, even if disguised as something flippant:

the superbowl vhs tape he brings her when she wakes up from her coma in one breath (and her deadpan "i knew there was a reason to live")

tickets for a football game to watch together in irresistible

bringing her flowers to the hospital in memento mori (he lies, saying he stole them from a guy with broken legs to make her laugh)

the birthday keychain in tempus fugit (and when she finds a meaning to it, he claims "i just thought it was a pretty cool keychain")

that is a man who is always thinking about her.

[yupthisisshe]

Your voice is my favorite sound -- Neville Longbottom x gn! Reader

Summary: Nevile begins rambling about plants and Neville apologizes for talking too much. Reader assures him that they do not mind at all.

A/N: Reader and Neville may or may not be dating. It’s up to you <3

Happy reading! :)

Neville had been rambling on about plants for the last 6 minutes. You didn’t mind. You liked plants as well, and you loved learning more from Neville. You also loved it when he felt confident and comfortable enough to talk as much as he was right now.

“ohandmynewfavoriteplantisohmymerlinitssooooooocoolandithealsanditsfriendlyand [oh and my new favorite is oh my Merlin it's soooooooo cool and it heals and it's friendly and]- oh my Merlin I’m so sorry I’m talking so much. I’ll stop now.” Neville says abruptly, cutting himself off.

“What? Why?!” you questioned.

“Well- because- I-… am I not talking too much? I mean most people tend to get annoyed and tell me to shut up and-”

“Then those people won’t get to hear all the lovely and helpful things you have to say,” you responded with a smile, indicating that you weren’t annoyed in the slightest and that you wanted to hear more.

“Oh… um… thank you. For saying that.”

“Well, I meant it. I love listening to you. I could listen to you talk all day, although I don't know if I could go all day without accidentally interrupting when I get excited,” you chuckled. “But honestly, I love it when you talk, and I love talking to you. And you're super helpful. I've learned a lot from you and the information you share is extremely useful.” Neville grinned widely but sheepishly all the same. After a pause, he spoke again.

“So then, would you… like for me to continue?” he asked nervously.

“Of course!” you replied positively.

“Really?” Neville asked. His surprise that you wanted to hear him talk broke your heart a little bit. Even though the two of you had been close for a while now, he still wasn’t always sure of himself, even about simple things. You knew you had to say something to reassure him and demonstrate just how much you truly did love to hear him talk.

“Neville,” you began. Neville looked way more nervous than he should’ve. You gave him a smile to ease his worries as you continued. “Do you know what my favorite sound is?”

He pauses, taken aback by the seemingly sudden question, but not necessarily thrown off by the randomness in of itself. You can be pretty random at times, but he doesn’t mind. He thinks for a moment, then responds,

“Um, n-no. I don’t,” he responds, awaiting a revelation that he will surely take note of later, so as to not forget.

“Your voice.” You smile, and Neville looks like he could burst with joy and like he can’t believe his ears. It seems he really can’t believe his ears because he asks for clarification.

“M-my voice?” he asks tentatively.

“Yes.” you smile sweetly, and Neville swears he looking at the kindest person he’s ever met and ever will meet, “your voice.” He smiles even wider than before, and you swear his brightness puts the sun to shame. He continues to tell you more about plants and you continue to listen faithfully, adding in a few questions and thoughts of your own along the way. Neville’s jubilance doesn’t fade one bit for the rest of the day, and you could swear he must’ve worn his smile to sleep because he was still grinning a bit when you saw him the next morning.

[iravaid]

A gift for @wombywoo featuring the only british people on the planet. love wins. love loses. i can't say much else lest Quinn hear me

[angronsjewelbeetle]

Part ii finally jfc let'S GOOO

EDIT: pt I here

First kisses with the Primarchs ~♡ Pt. 2

Includes: Angron, Corvus, Ferrus, Sanguinius

Sanguinius: Misty rain patters softly against his wings as he shelters you, a sudden sunshower having started as you were out on the balcony together. His hair is getting damp, you notice, eyes absently following a raindrop’s path down his temple. You run your eyes over his face and startle when you lock eyes with him, he chuckles, a crooning little sound. The wing he’s holding over you moves, drawing back towards his body and bringing you with it as Sanguinius sinks down to meet you in the feathery cocoon. Briefly you think this might look a bit silly from an outside perspective, but then he’s pulling you in with a gentle, clawed hand and pressing his lips to yours; they’re as soft as they look and warm and the tip of his nose is cold as it prods your cheek and makes you laugh as you pull away. 

Ferrus: Ferrus, it seems, is in a mood today. You’re not quite sure what caused it but you won’t complain - he’s got you settled in his lap, one of your arms held against his mouth where he peppers kisses to your fingertips, your knuckles, your wrist, and then all the way up to your shoulder, stopping there to bump his forehead against yours like a cat. You chuckle and he smiles a little awkwardly, unused to it, you kiss him, feeling his cheek tense as his smile grows unwittingly, and oh, you pull away, eyes twinkling, “you have dimples?” you ask, his brow furrows and he reaches his hand up briefly, but he lowers it again and instead wraps it around your waist, “I suppose I do,” he hums, leaning back in his seat and closing his eyes, still smiling. You sit up a bit and lean in, pressing a tentative kiss to his lips. He tenses, but then he’s curling around you, smelling like dried vanilla and comfort.

Angron: His chest is hard but comfortable behind you, and you can occasionally feel his muscles twinge. The skies are dark above you and you shiver a bit, it’s cool, but not freezing, and your body is warm where it’s pressed against Angron, he’s not holding you - still doesn't trust himself to, but…you’ve made enough progress to be this close, so you’re getting somewhere at least. You tilt your head back a bit, head bumping against his pec, tracing a scar on his chin where it trails up his cheek with your eyes. You’d like to feel it against your fingertips, but he flinches whenever you touch his face or neck. He looks down, meeting your gaze as the sky begins to darken above you, the first colours of the sunset just starting to streak across it. He lets out a deep sigh and you can feel him relax, just a little, his warm breath brushing across your cheeks. You lean up a bit and kiss the scar, featherlight. His eyes slip shut one at a time like he’s reluctant to close them and his face drops even closer to yours, his neck flinching. He’s waiting for something, you realise as his lips purse a little, you lean in, pressing a reverent kiss to his scarred lips and holding it there until he pulls away and turns his head back to the sky, which is now alight with oranges and pinks and purples. 

Corvus: You grumble as your eyes crack open and slowly adjust to the dark. You’re cold, you realise, the blankets you’d gone to sleep with are nowhere to be found - turfed off during the night by Corvus, who is now looking at you, having woken up when you did. He asks if you’re okay, voice rough with sleep, you glare at him and mumble about the blankets. He chuckles and sits up, dislodging you from your comfortable spot against his side, and reaches over to drag the covers back up, tucking them up under your chin. He leans down and kisses your lips, soft and chaste before settling back down against his pillow and closing his eyes. You stare at him for a moment before watching his eyes snap open in realisation. He opens and closes his mouth a couple times like a fish, then clears his throat, alabaster cheeks flushing vibrantly in the moonlight. You laugh a little disbelievingly and lean in, kissing him. He sighs against your lips and raises a hand to cup your side, soft and tasting like nothing you’ve ever kissed before.

[geosaurus]

...creature...

[loversmore]

2minwonhan + flowers

for @seoksgyu 🤍

[wormthing]

Tron (and others) sketching ::-]

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Do-Over-December 31st. New Year's Sex. "Sugar To Ring In The New Year." Stu Macher X AFAB! Reader.

Here we are! The end of Kinky December's do over! I am very proud of myself for committing and sticking to this! I hope everyone enjoyed it! This is reminding me of that follow-up piece I have in the works for this, and here is hoping it pushes me to actually finish it! I hope you all have a great December a happy holiday season and of course, a lovely new year. Now let's all sink back into this older/Sugar Daddy Stu Macher AU.

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 4.2K Warnings. Established Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby Relationship. Age Gap. Public Sex. Dirty Talk. Sex Toys. General Daddy Kink. Remote Control Vibrator. Pet Names. Praise. Dirty Talk. Mild Temperature Play. Mentions Of Kidnapping, Knife play, Bloodplay, Ropeplay and Poly!Ghostface. We Respect Sex Workers Of All Kinds In This House. If You Don’t? Get Out.

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You had spent such a long time getting ready for tonight.

But it was so very worth it. Rather, he was so very worth it. 

You looked yourself over in the full length mirror. You looked fucking incredible. Turning slowly, admiring yourself, he had picked your outfit for tonight, paid for it himself and whatever else you needed. He told you money was no object, and it certainly never seemed to be with him. 

See, it was New Year's Eve and you had a party to attend. A very nice party, probably nicer than any you had ever been to. 

A ding from your phone, you picked it up off the nearby table. He was here. You shrugged on your coat and gave yourself one last look before grabbing your bag and heading out the door. Door locked and now in the elevator, pressing the button for the ground floor with a manicured finger. Humming lightly to yourself, looking your nails over as you descended. 

To say you were excited was an understatement. You loved getting to see him and the holidays were crazy with his line of work, you didn’t see him nearly as much as you’d have liked this past month. Soon the elevator doors slid open and out you stepped, heels clacking over the polished tiles of the lobby of the apartment building you lived in. 

You stepped out into the cold evening air of downtown, smile crossing your painted lips to see him waiting for you, leaning against the town car hands in his coat pockets, grin widening when he saw you. 

“Hey.” You called to him with a coy smile, he held a hand up signalling you to stop, you did, a few feet in front of him. 

Next he signalled you to turn to show him the whole look, and you of course obliged. Hands in your jacket pockets, holding your coat open as you did so, letting him drink in the sight of you, a low whistle as he did so. When you were sure he was satisfied you closed the space between the two of you, hands out of your pockets now, reaching out and taking hold of the scarf he had on, hanging loosely over his jacket. 

“I reiterate. Hey.” He held up one finger signalling, further still, you to wait as he said- “Hang on just a second-”

One of his hands coming up and finding the back of your neck, and he pulled you closer to him, his mouth capturing yours in a kiss. You gripped his scarf and tugged him closer, a soft hum from you. He broke the kiss and, still so close to you, he said softly, “Hey.”

That drew a small laugh from both of you, and then you let go of him, taking a step back, and he opened the door for you as you teased him, “Was that really necessary?”

Stu told you in a very serious tone of voice, hands gripping the top of the car door, “Yes. It was important.”

When you laughed, it made a grin spread over his face. Adorable.

You leaned over the door separating the two of you and pressed another kiss to his mouth before getting into the car. Soon he was beside you and you were off. Your hand in his and talking casually, catching up, it had been too long. 

You were recounting something funny that happened the other day at a gift exchange with friends when you caught him staring at you, and you stopped, asking in that usual playful tone when you were with him,“What? Something off with my make-up?”

“No, no, far from it. You look amazing tonight.” Well, that was nice to hear, you certainly hoped so. He picked it all out after all. You thanked him, of course. The drive passed by quickly. Soon you were being ushered inside, coats checked, and walking into the main room with him, his hand on your lower back as he led you to your table. 

“Oh, we get a table?” You joked, and he pulled your chair out with a scoff, “Of course we do, baby. Look at who you’re with.“ The overexaggerated gesture to himself when he said that made you snicker. 

Of course, how foolish, naturally you get to have an actual table. He took his place next to you and had ordered you drinks in the next minute. You really enjoyed these dates out to events like this pertaining to his work, he was so in his element, different from how he was when he was totally alone with you. Conversation always flowed so easily with him, and you enjoyed yourself immensely.

Drinks were brought, and he held his glass up to you, that same smile you loved so much, you held up yours as well as you asked, “And what are we toasting to?”

“Hmm, how about to me having the absolute finest date here?” How could you say no to that? You smirked as you offered up,“So it’s to both of us, really.”

“Exactly! Always so smart, baby. To us.” Glasses clinked, and you were still mid-sip when he asked it,“So are you wearing it?”

You glanced at him, he was looking at you, pose relaxed, one elbow on the table, glass held loosely in his hand, fuck, he looked good. 

We should talk about the nature of your relationship with Stu Macher. It might be obvious to someone else looking at you two. He was significantly older than you, professional, established, very well-to-do. You were the pretty young thing, always dressed to impress and on his arm for all the events you were allowed to attend. 

The nature of your relationship was very clear, it started off a bit more business like, but it quickly evolved into more than just that. 

“Why Mr.Macher! I have no idea to what you are referring.” You couldn’t hold back your smile, leaning forward on your elbows, fingers laced together and tucked under your chin, a faux innocent batting of your eyelashes, and he gave you a look. 

“Baby.” That delicious tone. More serious. You gave in with a wider smile and said, “Yes, I am.”

“Good. If you didn’t admit it, I was going to have to test it already.” Your thighs pressed together under the table, you knew he was going to use it at some point, there would be no reason for you to wear it if he had no intention of using it. 

Some coworker of his came over and took some of his and took his attention, you sat next to him, patiently waiting, you were very used to this. It was more appropriate to say colleague you supposed, but ultimately it didn’t matter. Fingers on the rim of your glass as you look around the well decorated room and the well-dressed people. You contemplated getting some food in a minute, surprisingly hungry, but your thoughts were interrupted, a hitch in your breath as you felt it.

Your eyes flicking to Stu, you saw it, he had his phone pulled out, semi-hidden under the table, next to his thigh, you were sure he knew you could see it. He was still looking up to his co-worker, engaged in their conversation, but you saw the open app on his phone and there was no mistaking it.

In case it wasn’t obvious enough by this point. Stu Macher was your sugar Daddy. And he had some particular tastes. Taste and appetites that you helped him satisfy. That is how your arrangement initially began, but it had grown into more, you were much closer, however he still insisted on spoiling you, buying you things, paying for your rent and giving you an allowance. He seemingly got off on providing for you, and who doesn’t love to be spoiled by someone so attentive? You weren’t going to say no. It would be cruel to deny him that, frankly. 

To be perfectly fair, if you had met him in some other circumstances, you were certain you would have pursued him. He was nice and sweet, so fucking handsome, funny, there was so much more to him than what he could provide financially. 

Things were good.

So what about tonight? And what was going on right now? Stu loved getting up to all kinds of filthy things with you. One of his favourites was doing things in public spaces with the risk of getting caught. He had sent the bags over earlier with your outfit for tonight. Along with the dress and make-up and accessories and shoes, he provided the lingerie for you to wear under your dress, and the panties were very important. You recalled that text he sent you that afternoon and the instructions. You followed them to the letter. The panties had this perfect little pocket in them to slip in a remote control vibe. The one he was controlling on the app on his phone right now. While you were less than two feet from his coworker. 

You swallowed hard and gripped your glass, attempting to breathe evenly, managing to quell the moan attempting to break free. He didn’t make it easy. Your eyes peeked at his phone and watched as he manipulated the controls with one hand, increasing and decreasing the vibration. You were thankful for the loud overall party atmosphere covering up the sound of it. 

A bite of your bottom lip, eyes breaking away, focusing on the table in front of you, trying to take deep breaths and mercifully it stopped. You let out a sigh and looked over to Stu who was looking at you with a grin, his coworker gone His hand fell to your knee, and he squeezed as he praised, “Good job. You didn’t give yourself away at all.”

“Thank you.” You took a sip and felt a bit of pride, until he said, “Guess I’ll just have to try harder.”

Fuck.

You sighed again and took a healthy swallow from your glass.

Really, by now you should be used to this. You had prepared yourself for the fact he’d want to use it in public because I mean of course he would, however you should have also been ready for the fact that he would make it as difficult as possible on you. 

That reminded you to ask. “So where’s Billy tonight?”

He squeezed your knee again before letting go and picking up his glass again as he responded, “A different party. Shame he couldn’t come, but he had his own thing and I could only bring one guest with me.”

Makes sense. They were in different lines of work, after all. It had been a while since you last got to see him. That was another interesting angle to this arrangement. So you had met Stu with the understanding of your arrangement, the initial process went great, you seemed compatible. Multiple dates, he paid for all and spoiled you, and of fucking course the sex was incredible. A little ways into it, you remembered him sitting you down and bringing forth the idea of it, that he had a friend, his best friend, they were very close, he loved to share and wanted to share you with him. 

You were open to it and met him, and we're so thankful that you did. He was equally attractive, a good job, not exactly as high profile as Stu’s, but he seemed more than comfortable. One of the things you liked best was how Stu acted around him, more relaxed, you found out they went way, way back and seeing the other side of Stu? Amazing. Made you like him a lot more, might have made you fall for him a little sooner. 

Turns out sex with Billy was pretty fucking great too. You remember the first full weekend away with them to really test the dynamic, and it was unreasonably fun. Hot, boundary pushing. They had to be sure about you before trying out what they really wanted. A rented house and a complex role play. It was all discussed beforehand, limits, safe words, signals, the whole nine. You pretend to stay there alone. A phone call, they ‘break in’, there were costumes and ropes and knives and fucking Christ why did you like it so much? 

The memories of that weekend were some of your favourites.

It couldn’t have gone better and yep they wanted to ‘keep you’ and you wanted that too more than anything. Basically, the whole time you saw Stu, you only saw him. Not like you needed to see anyone else, he more than took care of your monetary needs, emotional and sexual needs being satisfied by him were a give in. Now add Billy as a regular guest in your life and you were fucking set. 

You smiled as you teased him, keeping it light as ever, you were sure with whatever he had in mind the mood wouldn’t stay that way forever, “And you decided to bring me? I’m so flattered.”

He scoffed with a smile, obviously he was going to bring you, he felt no need to say it though, so instead he said, “Finish your drink.”

“That an order, Stu?” You asked as you picked up your glass and as you started to drink, eyes falling closed as you did and what happened next almost made you choke, while you were distracted for that moment he turned the vibe back on. 

His phone was out on the table, and he had flicked it back on easily. You managed to swallow your mouthful and threw a look at him, he had finished his own drink now, staring you down. You wanted to ask ‘what the fuck?’ but he spoke first, “Why are you calling me that?”

You watched as his fingers lingered on his phone screen, turning it up slowly, and you swallowed your moan, one of your hands was gripping the cloth napkin in front of your place setting. Forcing yourself to respond, “Because we are in public. At a work event. It’s yo-o-our rule.”

You almost broke but managed to hold strong even as he nudged it higher still, you almost wanted to shake, pleasure simmering low inside of you. 

“Hmm, it’s a special occasion. Indulge me.” He was leaning much closer to you, face inches from yours, you wanted to kiss him, a bite of your bottom lip, and you whispered it, low enough just for him to hear, indulging him just as he wanted, “Of course, Daddy.”

You actually pulsed when you said it. Not just because of him still having the toy turned up, but from breaking this previous hard and fast rule of his, saying this in public at a work event. That smile alone made it worth it. The kiss he gave you afterwards, forget about it. 

The rest of the night was too fun. More drinks, amazing food, and he kept teasing you on and off. The range on that thing was unreal. 

At one point you were coming back from the bathroom, and once you were in his line of sight, he turned it on and watched you almost stumble on your way back to the table. He was still laughing a little when you hit him playfully on the shoulder and mouthed ‘stop!’ he, of course, did not. 

Picking the worst times, when you were in the middle of eating or drinking, at one point when you were dancing. You thanked God he was right there, it went from fully off to full tilt, and you would have dropped were it not for him holding you up. 

Eventually you ran into a friend you knew from sugaring. Both you and her standing near the table, casual conversation, it was nice, you hadn’t seen her in a while, “So you here with-?”

Unlike you having just Stu she had a few regulars in rotation, you offered it up, question open-ended, and she rolled her eyes as she started,“Dickhead. I mean-”

Covering her mouth with her hand with a laugh that you joined in on before both saying, “Dickinson.”

She had told you about him. While he paid great money, he kinda sucked. 

“Why’d you agree? I know you have other options, why spend New Years with that-”

You were caught off guard. Not expecting it at all, you nearly dropped your drink and couldn’t stifle the moan this time, you managed to quiet it but not completely. You took a deep breath and looked around, trying to find where he was, nowhere in sight, your friend reached out, hand on your shoulder, “Jesus, you good? What’s wrong?”

You swallowed hard and looked over at her, trying to keep your breathing steady, “Fuck it. So-”

And you filled her in, telling her all about what was going on and the naughty secret you had currently concealed in your panties and the game he was playing with you. 

“Ugh, see, you are so lucky! He’s so good to you, so playful, he always has fun shit for you two to do together.”

It was fun. Even as you were struggling standing here, he never settled on one pattern or strength for long, constantly mixing it up, not letting you adjust at any point. You understood her jealousy, I mean if you didn’t have him and had to watch someone else parade around with him, you were certain that you could feel similar. 

Finally, the pleasure ceased as the toy turned off, you were so wet by this point you could feel it on your thighs, thank God for the length of the dress he chose. 

You looked at your friend who seemed to be looking behind you, big smile, you felt him before seeing him, his hand on your lower back, he knew your friend obviously and greeted her, “Hello. Keeping her company for me?”

“Of course Mr.Macher. Great suit tonight, by the way.”

You didn’t mind if your friend flirted with him and you kind of like when he would flirt back, he didn’t do it super overtly, but he did compliment her in kind, she looked great herself, before he asked, “Thank you so much, do mind if I steal her?”

“By all means. See you later.” Then he was leading you away from the party and down one of the hallways lined with office doors, not fully lit up since no one was working. Hand in hand as he asked, “I’ve never actually showed you my office, have I?”

Surprisingly, he had not. You shook your head, and he stopped in front of one of the doors before pushing it open, “A damn shame, truly. C’mon.”

You jumped at the chance. You knew how to behave at one of these events, but you were desperate by this point. Aching with need. You wanted him intensely, he was too good at arousing you. The light touches and teasing, the things he whispered to you tonight when no one was in earshot, and of course using that damn vibe on you. 

You would have been more impressed with his office if you weren’t so preoccupied. You walked around slowly, you had your mind on one thing, that big beautiful desk. Certain, you were going to get bent over the side of it and thrown down on top of it. You turned to see where he was, and he was on you, hands on your waist, and you were backed up into that desk, sat on top of it. Far enough away from the party, you allowed yourself to let go, moaning against his mouth. “You did so good in there, baby.”

“Mmf thank you.” Your hands gripping the lapels of his suit jacket, pulling him closer, his hands on either side of you on the top of his desk, you couldn’t help yourself now that you had him alone, kissing him so passionately. 

He pulled away too soon and took a step back, discarding his jacket, throwing it over the desk, rolling his sleeves up as he said, “Pull that dress up. Let me see.”

You obliged all too quickly. Jesus, he looked so good. Hands scrambling to pull your dress up, hands in the folds of the fabric, hiking it up your legs, eventually hands on the hem you held it up, legs spread.  One of his hands on your inner thighs as he looked, “Fuck, baby. You’re soaked.”

A nod, hips pushing out a little further, wanting his hand higher, wishing he would touch you. His fingers brushed over you and your head fell back with a moan, “Need it badly, hmm?”

You responded quickly, breathy, “Ye-yes Daddy Please?”

Then both of his hands were on you, hauling you up onto your heels. “Keep holding your dress for me, baby.”

You could only nod, and you expected to be forced over the desk, but no, that’d be too easy, instead you were pulled over to the window. He was right behind you, he took your hands and pressed them flat to the glass and whispered in your ear, “Nice view, isn’t it?”

You looked out the window and it certainly was. Downtown, late at night, high up, what floor was this? You wondered what he was getting up to, hands on the straps of your dress, sliding them down off your shoulders, what he wanted was made clear, and your breath hitched as he said it, “Think anyone could see us up here?”

He noticed how it affected your breathing, his mouth ghosted over the side of your throat, and he chuckled before saying, “Oh, I think you like that idea.”

Hands trailed down your arms and sides and then his fingers found your panties and slid them down, you let them pool at your feet, and he encouraged you to step out of them, he kicked them aside. One hand sliding down your stomach, your hands twisting in the fabric of your skirt and soon his hand was between your thighs, strong fingers dragging through your folds and you moaned. 

“Do you want something to see you like this?”

His fingers circled your clit and his opposite hand tugged down your dress further, bunched around your waist, straps still on, holding your arms to your sides, hands still on the glass. You were sure you were fogging up the glass, but who fucking cares when he makes you feel like this.

“Well, since you indulged me earlier, then allow me to do the same.” Then he pressed you forward, you almost yelped, it was winter, the glass was freezing, he let out a small laugh from your reaction, “Cold?”

“Very! Fuck-” You pushed and tried to back up, but he kept you pressed there, he tsk’d before saying, “Now, now baby. If you want it-”

He rubbed your clit harder, and you squirmed against him,“-and I think you do. Then you are going to stay right here. Understood?”

You relented, he eased off, only to dispose of his pants, you listened to the jingle of his belt, and soon he was back on you. One hand on your shoulder and one hand under your thigh, adjusting your leg just so, and soon you were blessed with the feeling of him splitting you open. The stretch was wonderful, you moaned long and low, forehead pressed to the glass. He only held in you for a moment before he began moving, and it practically already had you panting. 

“Filthy. This how you like to celebrate? Getting fucked out in the open? Praying someone sees you?”

All you could do was moan out yes, over and over, in time with how he fucked you. The thought, how he spoke to you and of course again, how fucking wonderful it felt. 

“I loved watching you struggle. Trying to act normal and proper, you did so fucking good for me, baby. So proud of you.”

This is the best. Treating you like this, taking you like this, so open and rough and possessive while still lavishing praise over you. Pushing back onto him, completely lost in it, hardly registering what he was saying, but you caught bits and pieces, like this next part-“I’ll try not to mess you up too bad. No promises though. Still have to go back out there-”

That is what did you in. The thought of having to go back out there. Acting normal, like you didn’t just get fucked against his office window like a whore, trying to look and act every part of the prim little arm candy his office had gotten to know while his cum leaked down your thighs under your dress. That is the thought that finally made you cum, thankful he had you pinned to the window, or you would be on the floor. Breathing so hard on your come down, he paused, buried all the way inside, a harsh grind as he whispered in your ear, “Happy New Years, baby.”

You couldn’t hold back your laugh as you replied, still breathless, “Happy New Years, Daddy.”

What a way to ring in the New Year.

[spearxwind]

Here's another concept for Broken Horizon - a dragon pilot saddle! Ft. Alex as the model (and Riptide as the pilot, even if you can't see his face)

Modern saddles were jointly developed by dragons and humans post-war to make dragon riding safer and flying more precise, as regular reins and voice commands quickly became obsolete.

In these saddles the control sticks on the pilot's seat transmit inputs to the steering modules, which are then interpreted into nerve impulses for the dragon to follow. However they are not hard commands, and the dragon can still choose to ignore the impulses for any reason. This means that the dragon and the pilot must have an incredibly strong trust bond for the best performance.