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whiskis · 2 days ago
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A/N: Hi there! For those who don’t know, first part is here. (If that link doesn't work, try suscribing for free to Patreon and check this one) Enjoy!
Orc professor (part 2): late for class
Orc x chubby fem!reader || power dynamics, dom/sub undertones, exhibitionism (kinda), oral sex, size kink, age gap, degradation, praise kink
“If you want to show me your pussy, my cum better be leaking out of it. Do you understand?”
His words still echoed in your brain when you were getting dressed the next morning. You were already wet, and you fingered yourself to the memory of his dick in your pussy last evening. You were a bit sore, but the fact that you could still feel him made everything more intense, hotter… sexier. And it made everything so much better.
You decided to wear your pencil skirt this time, and blame it on your bad luck, but you spilled your coffee all over it. Cursing yourself, you changed as fast as possible, but not fast enough that you could get to class early as you knew you should.
By the time you arrived, he was writing something on the board. “Good morning, sir,” you enunciated very slowly, looking at him for directions as you saw the other few students entering behind you.
He turned around and stared at you with such intensity you felt your whole body react. You were almost panting, biting your lip not to groan out loud. “Good morning. You can sit down while I go to my office for a second.”
The other two students nodded and he passed you on his way to the door. He looked at you in such a way that you knew what you had to do without him having to say anything. You let your stuff on your usual seat and smiled at the girl who sat next to you, mumbling about going to get some coffee before class. She nodded with a smile and you had to stop yourself from running to his office.
You arrived just in time for him to pull you inside by the waist, pressing you against the door and kissing you senseless just like he did yesterday, his tusks feeling incredible against your jaw. His hands were traveling up and down your body, groping your ass and your thighs as he grunted against your lips.
“Fuck,” he whispered against your lips, pulling back and passing his hand through his hair in a frustrated gesture. “You were late. And I thought you regretted what happened yesterday. I was freaking out, little human. And then you walked out like nothing happened looking hot enough to eat and smelling like me… Good goddess. Do you know what you do to me?” He pressed his hips against your middle and you moaned at the feel of his huge hard on.
“I- I can feel it,” you stuttered, your voice quivering when his hands squeezed your ass, parting your cheeks and letting one of his fingers rub over your lace covered asshole.
“You have no idea. And now I can’t even fuck you properly. I can’t ruin you the way I want because you were late.” He punctuated each word with a squeeze and a roll of his hips. You panted, so horny you were about to burst and he didn’t even touch you. “Goddess, you smell so fucking good…” He whispered, burying his face on your neck and inhaling deeply.
“I’m sorry… I- I spilled coffee on my skirt and had to change and then I forgot a book and have to open the door again and…” Your rambling was interrupted by his lip covering yours again, swallowing your explanation as he grunted, his hands massaging your ass-cheeks once again.
“What do you have after my class?” He asked, his breathing labored, almost desperate.
“A couple more classes,” you told him, mentally checking if you could skip any of them. But you knew you couldn’t. You knew you shouldn’t. You were a damn good student… Even if you were fucking your way through one of your subjects.
“Shit.” He passed his hand through his hair again, messing it up and making you want to whimper. “Okay, okay. I have classes after lunch, but I’ll be here around four-ish. Does that work for you?” You nodded fervently. “Okay, I expect you to show me how sorry you really are for being late and depriving me from what I was promised.”
“I can… I can give you my panties now,” you offered, feeling the lace sticking to your pussy lips like a second skin because you were that wet.
“I don’t want them. I want you to be feeling how wet I made you all day. I want you to be uncomfortable and thinking about my cock deep inside your pussy until you are so horny you are desperate to come. Until you know how slutty you really are…” You moaned, his words igniting a fire inside of you that made your brain short-circuit. “Now, compose yourself, we have a very interesting class ahead. I’m sure you are dying to know about the survival strategies of cacti,” he said with a laugh, making you let out a choked giggle. You weren’t expecting him to joke. Shit, why did that make him hotter?
The class was boring, but you didn’t even care about it. You didn’t care about anything but the feel of your wet panties against your pussy and his words resonating inside your brain. He made a point of looking directly at you a couple times, going as far as to ask you something about what he was saying, just to huff in annoyance when you didn’t answer correctly. But he smirked in your direction and that was enough to send you spiraling into a thousand of new horny thoughts.
You left his class as fast as you could, trying very hard to look normal when you passed him, but his knowing smile only made your clit pulsate harder, your core clenching around nothing and making you want to beg him to take pity on you and fuck you right then and there. But you were stronger than that, so you left his class on your way to the next one.
You didn’t take a single note the rest of the day, your brain filled with possibilities and images of his hard dick. The feel of his lips against yours, and the ideas of how would feel against your lower lips… Your brain was running a mile per minute, and you couldn’t focus on anything that wasn’t the rub of the lace against your clit. It was exhilarating and maddening at the same time, and by the time four rolled around, you were on the edge and you had to run to his office in need of release.
You knocked rapidly, and when you opened and saw him there, shirt rolled over his big green forearms and glasses pushed down on his nose you almost came right there. Fuck, he was so fucking sexy it wasn’t fair at all.
“Come on in,” he said as soon as you closed the door behind yourself.
You tried to lock it, but he shook his head… Oh shit, that made you even wetter. The idea that you could get caught. That somebody could just walk in and know how much of a slut you were, that you were fucking your professor for a good grade…
You moaned and he chuckled. “Come here, little human, I almost hear your brain short-circuiting.” You walked to him, your steps measured so you wouldn’t fall. Your knees feel like jelly, and your pussy is so wet you are sure he can hear it from the desk. “So… Did you think about what you are going to do to redeem yourself from not meeting your end of our deal this morning?” You nod. “Go ahead, tell me.”
You’d been thinking about it all day. Your whole brain occupied by thoughts of his cock inside of you, against you, spilling in and over you… But there was one thought that surpassed all others. “I- I want to suck you off, sir.”
He smirked, his tusks framing his plush lips in a way that made your clit tingle. “Is that so? But you have such a tiny human mouth, I don’t know if you’d be able to fit me…” He teased, making you blush. You gave him your panties everyday, and that’s what got you to blush, him teasing you… Incredible.
“I will. It will. It will fit, sir,” you stuttered. This orc made your brain so fuzzy you could barely process words correctly anymore. You could barely talk when he was close, especially now that you were moments away from sucking his dick down your throat.
“Prove it then, little slut.”
You dropped to your knees so fast you moaned when you hit the floor, the spark of pain focusing your brain for a second. But the second you touched his big-as-tree-trunks thighs, your brain disconnected again. Only heat and lust left behind. You pulled down his fly in a slow movement, staring up at him as he looked back at you with an indescribable look.
You took his dick out and gasped again. You already saw it, you had it inside of you, but it was nothing compared with the realization that you were about to fit that inside your mouth. Maybe he was right, and it wouldn’t fit.
His eyes were tender when he looked down at you. “Relax, you don’t have to take all of it, just whatever you are comfortable with. I like you submitting to me, but I don’t want to hurt you in any way. Do you understand?” You nodded, relief running down your body and making you even hornier.
“Okay,” you whispered.
And then you launched.
You pulled out your tongue and started mapping the veins of his huge shaft one after the other. His hands were gripping the arms of the chair with such force you could hear the leather breaking. You smiled against his dick and he grunted, one of his hands fisting your hair and urging you where he wanted you more. You complied, you wanted nothing more but to be a good girl for him, a good slutty human for him.
You took his head into your mouth, your lips so stretched it was almost uncomfortable, but you liked it. You loved the feel of his cock inside your mouth, it was exhilarating in a way you weren’t expecting. You weren’t one to like giving head in general, you preferred to go down on girls than guys, but definitely wasn’t your go to activity, but right there… You fucking loved it.
You rolled your tongue around the tip, teasing the underside where you knew he was especially sensitive. He moaned over you, his fist pulling at your hair and making you moan around him, which made him almost whimper and let out a series of curses that would make a pirate blush.
You kept going at it, you couldn’t get past a few centimeters, he was too wide for you to get him to the back of your throat, but by the glassy look in his eyes you understood it was enough. You were messy, your saliva getting everywhere as you bobbed your head up and down.
He was looking down at you reverently, and you couldn’t hold back a few more moans, who made him thrust up accidentally. You pulled back coughing, eyes teary and a few tears rolling down. He groaned at the sigh, and you felt your clit pulsating with your heartbeat. You were so close to coming, you wanted nothing more but to touch yourself. You threw your body to him again, but he stopped you with the hand tangled in your curls.
“I want to fuck your pretty face, would you let me, little slut? Would you let me use you like my personal fuck toy?” You whimpered, nodding against his thigh as he pulled your head back by the hair. “Such a good girl for me, already so needy and desperate. Look at you… You look so dirty like that. Remind me to take a pic so I can enjoy you later,” his words made you emit a guttural moan.
The idea of him taking pics of you like that, make up running and lips swollen… it made you feel hot. It made you feel so horny you could feel your juices dripping down to the floor under you, your panties so wet they couldn’t hold your gushing pussy anymore.
“You like that? You like me having pictures of how pretty you look all fucked up? Why do I even ask, of course you do, you are such a little slut for me. Now open up.” You obeyed and he directed his dick back against your welcoming mouth. “Tap my leg three times if it’s too much, okay?” You nodded again. “Words. How many times?”
“Three. I tap three times if it’s too much,” you repeat, breathless already.
“Good girl.”
And then he started a brutal pace. He used his hold on your hair to direct your movements, moving your head forward until you couldn’t take it further and then retreating. Repeating that process until something inside of you gave out and you felt him slip inside your throat. It was almost too much, you couldn’t breathe, but your eyes rolled back into your head at the sight of him in pleasure.
He pulled back to let you breathe, looking down at you with reverence. “You look so fucked out I want to ruin you. Would you let me ruin you, little human?” You nodded, unable to form words. “Such a good girl for me.” He pulled your head forward and started to fuck your mouth in earnest.
Your brain was fuzzy, your pussy so wet you could feel it dripping down, and your clit asking for attention. The weight of his cock against your tongue, his hand on your hair and his curses over you were driving you insane.
“Touch yourself for me, little human. Come around your tiny fingers. Show me how much you like sucking my orc cock,” his permission was enough, your hand traveling down your body and rubbing frantically against your clit, over the lace.
His pace became erratic, and your fingers rubbed so hard you were almost afraid to set your clit on fire. But it was so good, the combination of sensations so intense you were about to come.
“I’m about to come. Do you want it? Do you want to swallow my come or do you want it in your face, little slut?” You sucked harder, pushing your head further down, swallowing around him to indicate you wanted it. You wanted to swallow him whole.
That was all it took. He growled over you and pushed his dick as far as he could before you felt the first shot of his come in the back of your throat. He pulled back a little to avoid chocking you, the final spurs of his release filling your mouth to the brim, some of it dripping down your chin.
The second he opened his eyes and looked down at you, his dick still in your mouth, you were done. You flicked your clit one last time before you melted, pulling back and spilling the rest of his come over your boobs as you cried out your own release.
Your vision whited out, your ears ringing as you felt your body moving as he pulled you up onto his lap, his hands caressing your back as he whispered sweet nothings that your brain couldn’t process.
He took some tissues from the box on his desk and carefully cleaned your messy face. “You didn’t take the pic,” you told him.
“We didn’t talk about it beforehand. I wouldn’t risk stepping over your possible boundaries like that.” Your heart skipped a beat. “But don’t worry, we’ll have more opportunities if that’s something you’d enjoy…”
“We will?” You asked, a bit confused but a spark of hope blooming inside your chest.
“I’m not letting go of your sweet, sweet slutty pussy anytime soon,” he told you, kissing your forehead as his hand traveled down until it met your dripping panties. “I would like this panties now, thank you,” he whispered against your ear, you could sense his smirk on his tone, making you laugh so hard you snorted.
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filthygalli · 1 day ago
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Fem!Reader x Priest!Hwang In-Ho (one shot)
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Warnings: 18+, Sexual Innuendo, Not for religious people tbh, mention of fingering, sex, bibles, beliefs, and many more that I forgot. Badly written and also not proofread.
Word Count: 1747
Author's Note: I wrote this while waiting for my friends outside the lobby of my school, it took me an hour to construct something like this but I feel like it's bad, please let me know what do you think! 🥺🖤
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You're not as faithful as your parents, they pray everyday and night, thanking god for everyday life that God made for them, going to church every Sunday, worshipping their god, offering help at the church when they can—while you their only daughter and child aren't that faithful, you respect it though, it's just you have more important things to do since you're in college and also working as a librarian at a local Library not too far from your house. You work there for months now and honestly, you enjoy it. You get to read your favorite books while helping the locals to find their own books, recommending them books, telling them where it is located, it's simple but you enjoy it.
One day, there's this Tall and handsome middle aged man went inside the library, he's alluding, his jaw is Sharp, his hair looks soft and fluffy—it almost cover his forehead, it's also a dark brown color, you looked at him from up to down, he wears a rimless glasses, pushing it up on his nose with his index fingers, he wears a black pants, a leather boots that heels clicked everytime he walks—he looks hot and sexy, yet innocent. Too innocent looking for an old man like him, you also noticed his clothing, similar from what the priest wears, black button up sleeve that hugged every muscle on his figure, the way his biceps tightened around the sleeve of his shirt, veins popping out as he adjusts the sleeve from his elbows, then he walked towards you—Wait Towards you?!—His gaze on you is soft and quiet, he slowly walks towards you, the heels of his leather booths echoed through the thick air of silence, You gulped as he smiled at you before speaking, “Hi, Good morning.” He said leaning down a little at your table, Your breath hitched as his dark brown eyes turned up to look at you, ‘God…’ you thought, a silver cross necklace hangs on his neck as he leaned down, “Hi, Goodmorning Sir..” you mumbled as you tried to pretend that your busy, “I'm sorry to bother but I need some help to find a specific book..” he said as he deeply chuckled, ‘Fuck, he looks and sounds so hot’ you thought as you gave him a shy smile, “Ah..What kind of book is it?” You said slightly fixing your skirt as you stood up, He paused for a moment, “Well…I-” he hesitated before chuckling again, “It's a book about.. Erotic fiction,” he said scratching the back of his neck, avoiding your look, ‘Oh…not so innocent at all’ you thought as you gave him a smile, “Well, we have a lot,” you said chuckling at him, “yeah..” he muttered as he smiled back, he smiled brightly, “Follow me, Mr..?” You said walking towards the book section as you turned back to him, “In-Ho, Hwang In-Ho.” he looked down on your figure as he towered you, “Mr. Hwang…please, Follow me.” You said as he nodded, following you after.
“Here we are,” you said as you pointed at the bookshelves full of erotic fictions that Mr. Hwang asked you, “That's a lot…” he said as his eyes wandered through numerous books. In Front of him, his eyes twinkled at the different colorful and dark book covers, “What do you recommend? Ms..?” he said eyeing you, “Y/n L/n” you mumbled as he nodded, “Y/n..” he tested your name on his lips, he liked the sound of it, it's unique and beautiful—perfect for such a beautiful woman like you, “Well, Nice to meet you, Ms. Y/n.” He said extending his hand for you to shake, you looked at his hand, Fuck his hand look so big compared to yours, it's veiny and it looks soft—You extended your hand as you felt his soft touch against your skin, you shook it as Mr.Hwang didn't break eye contact with you, “Nice to meet you too, Mr. Hwang.” You muttered, “In-Ho, Call me In-Ho, Sweetheart.” You blushed at the name he called you, Sweetheart? You repeated the name inside your head, you smiled slightly to yourself, Mr. Hwang noticed it, he smirked as he pulls his hand away from your grasp, “So,” you breathe out, “It's quite odd for someone like you to find such books like these–” you said motioning the books around the two of you, he chuckled deeply, “I like reading, it's just,” he stopped for a moment, unsure of what's he going to say, “I wanted to try the uhm, this kind of genre.” He said as he slowly looked away from you, embarrassed. “I see, well, there's a lot of books that are great under the genre that you're curious about,” you said as you slowly wander your eyes around the bookshelves, finding a specific book that might interest Mr. Hwang—He glance at you; admiring your innocent features, the way you would look at him…it's pure innocence, your soft and pinkish lips, he also noticed your hands earlier , the way his own hands gripped yours, your delicate touch made him shiver a little, The way your skirt hugged your curves—it fits perfectly on you, the only thing he can think about is bending you over on your table as he raise your skirt, spanking your ass hard that'll leave marks on your skin for days, or maybe bending you over as he slid his fingers inside you, pumping in and out of your pussy teasingly as you beg him to go faster as you chase your high, he felt his pants get tight as he thinks about his unholy thoughts about you, for god sake—he’s a damn priest, why would he think such things like this? He'll burn in hell because of you, but his soul is worth burning if he sinned because of you.
He'll make you quiver, shake, and whisper his name like a fervent prayer.
His eyes grew darker, as you explained every detail of the book that you recommended to him. At this point he doesn't need that book, he needs you, he yearns for you.
“Mr. Hwang?” You called his name, “Hmm?” He muttered, snapping himself out of his thoughts, “I said, Would you enjoy these?” You said bringing the two books from your hand to his face, he looked at the dark cover of the book, it had skulls and roses on it, ‘Haunting Adeline’ he read the book title in his mind, “Oh..what is it about?” He asked tilting his head a little, “Well…it's a cat and mouse trope, he stalks this girl and do stuffs to her..” you said almost a whisper, he noticed that you were shy, he finds it adorable, “Ah, I see…that'll do, I'll let you know if I liked it or not,” he chuckled which made you chuckle too, “Alright, just bring it to my desk so I can log the book under your name,” you said as you gave him a knowing look, he nodded and followed you behind.
You logged the book under his name and asked for his details, “Sorry but…what's your name again?” You asked slightly embarrassed. That's a big lie, Of course you know his name. He chuckled, “Next time…I'll make sure you'll remember my name.” He teased as he deeply chuckled, the sound of his chuckle sent shivers down your spine, “It's Hwang In-Ho, Sweetheart.” There is it again, that little nickname. “Right, I'll make sure to remember it this time.” You gave him a smile as you gave the book to him, “Here you go, Mr. Hwang.” he grabbed the book on the table, still looking at you, “I told you to call me In-Ho, sweetheart.” he said as he grinned, “In-Ho…Alright.” You say as you nodded, he left after that.
In-Ho went out of the Library, his mind is full of your image all he could think about is Y/n. Y/n. Y/n. Y/n. He can't stop himself from thinking such things about you, he feels disgusting, pathetic—he’s a fucking priest! First, he borrowed a book that it's clearly not appropriate for him to read, second, the way he imagined how he will bend you over and fuck you all over the bookshelves in that library makes his pants tight, he groans to himself as he reach his house, throwing the book on the coffee table, he sat down on the sofa as he questions himself about what he just did a couple of minutes ago.
Reading is one of In-Ho’s hobbies. He likes to read any kind of genre of books, he owns tons of erotic fiction in his home, it sounds odd that a priest who's supposed to be reading bibles and pray every day and night likes to read unholy fiction novels. But, earlier at the library it's his first encounter with a woman like you, you're beautiful unlike other women that he had one night stand with, Christ—he’s a priest and he does one night stand?!—He likes how calm you are, how cute you are when you get shy or stutter a little when he looks at you, he yearns for you, he wants you badly, and he'll make you his no matter what.
You sat on your chair doing paperwork as the priest from earlier came across your mind, you thought of how handsome he is for a priest, how veiny his hands are, how fit he is—is he really a priest?—how he looks at you with those eyes, it's not just a normal look, it's the hungry gaze, how his pupils dilate when he looks at you, it's weird because priests should be reading bibles instead of erotic fictions, right? Also…a dark romance book too? You wonder if he likes to read books like that, you wonder what book is his favorite, or where and what church is he a priest on because you want to see him on that altar speaking words of god as you hear it as words of lust, how you want him to moan your name like a prayer, spread your folds like a page from a Bible, or bend your back on the table like how he bends the spine of the book where words of god is written, you feel a pool of wetness on your thighs as you squeeze them together, it feels so illegal, thinking this way, it's filthy and disgusting, Yet you love it.
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covenofagatha · 3 days ago
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just realised that on Saturday supposedly the FFF (finger free february) started so now I'll make it my own personal goal to not touch myself for the whole month (ignoring the fact that I already lost the challenge lmao) and its gonna be so hard because you'll be writing and posting so many delicious filth and its gonna ruin me
ALSO, would you THINK reader would make it until the end of the month with g!p Agatha teasing them and making them squirm... 'innocently' brushing he cock against reader's ass, pressing gently against her and making her hiss almost in pain
Or also just being horny and dirty talking all day, for example during breakfast as they both take their coffee and maybe Agatha says "do you like how I made your coffee dear" and reader's like "of course, did you add cream today? It tastes a little.bit different?" And Agatha is smirking and shes smug and her eyes scream i need to bend you over the kitchen island while she says "yeah added MY cream" and you see her palming her cock though her pants and you just gulp and whine as you rub your legs together to get some friction but Agatha puts her hands firmly on your thighs and tuts "oh no darling, you're not supposed to touch yourself, in any way. First of all, it's because we both know that is only mommy's place to touch; second, it's February and it was you who told me you wanted to do this challenge"
She says all that as she gets up from her seat and nears you and whisper in the ear "You told me, no begged me to let you go through this, but never said anything about me teasing you to make you break. And I will break you. Like I always do, cause your role is just to be a whiny little puppy for mommy to use, isnt it?"
And then she just kind of lean and sucks a mark on your neck
btw this is not a request ask, I'd love to know if you had any headcanons about how this ^^^^ could work, because I personally think it would be so hot and frustrating and would be a clear example of how edging worksss and why it is so used
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I didn't know FFF was a thing (have we all failed?) but I absolutely love this idea and I would be MORE than happy to add some thoughts
It's January 31st, and you're scrolling on your phone in bed after Agatha just thoroughly fucked you, and you see a post about Finger Free February. Before you can think about it, you show Agatha and ask, "Think I could do it?" Agatha smirks and says there is no way you could last an entire month without her touch, so of course you have to commit
However, just the next day you come to regret it when you wake up and find Agatha jerking off next to you, staring at you. You can't resist trying to slide a hand into your pants to relieve some of the heat because watching her touch herself is just too hot, when she tuts and reminds you of the challenge. It's fucking torture when she has you take your shirt off and cums all over your tits and licks herself off while you're squirming underneath her and wondering if it counts if you cum without being touched
It seems like Agatha is just being mean on purpose now, grinding her cock into your ass each time she steps behind you (even when there is MORE than enough space where she doesn't have to touch you at all), pinching your nipples, sucking on your neck and whispering how much mommy misses your cunt in your ear
It's about eight days in when you start purposefully moving away from her whenever she comes near you because you physically can't take it anymore, and of course Agatha is by no means okay with this, so she bends you over her knee and spanks you until you're a sobbing, wet mess and apologizing profusely
"That's my good girl. I'm sorry that mommy is trying to get you to break - I just need you too bad. Come on, honey, let mommy touch you," she purrs and you almost give in right there, but you're ultimately too proud and too stubborn to give in
Not having your cunt available whenever she wants it is making Agatha really struggle too, so she ramps up her efforts to get you to break because at this point, she is also too horny that she can't think straight
She begs you while stroking her cock in front of you, telling you "Look how hard mommy is for you, mommy's cock needs you so bad, baby, please" and fuck, you've never been more wet and needy in your life but you're determined because it's been over half a month and you can't give in now
So you suck her off and she cums down your throat with a loud grunt and you should just throw out your pair of underwear because there's no coming back from how badly you just ruined them
The closest you come to breaking is when you're in the shower with three days to go (even just the thought of Agatha now has you soaked and aching to be filled) and she gets in too. You gasp, already dizzy with need at the proximity of her naked body and hard cock, and she pins you against the wall and kisses down your body and slides her cock in between your pussy lips to just grind her length against you and you think you might just be able to cum from how it feels to have her sliding against your clit and opening
Just before you give in and let your orgasm wash over you, she pulls back and you actually cry out. "You're so close to the end, honey. You can't quit now," Agatha says with a wink and frustrated tears sting your eyes.
On the 28th (thank god it's not a leap year), you start a countdown with a minute until midnight and the moment the clock strikes 12 on March 1st, you practically pounce on Agatha, who has also been eagerly waiting. She shoves two fingers inside you and strokes your clit and you instantly cum, having been on edge for an entire month
She makes you cum until you have to beg her to stop, and then just one more time for good measure because it's been too long and she wants to make sure that you're completely satiated
"Think you'll do it again next year?" she asks teasingly and you shake your head immediately because you know there's no way you could survive that long without her touching you again
But you absolutely cannot wait for No Nut November to turn the tables on her
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rafesweetie · 1 day ago
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track iv. THE MAN! (feat. ceo!rafe cameron and indepedent!reader)
“i’m so sick of them coming at me again, ‘cause if i was a man, then i’d be the man”
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your boss was simply insufferable. rude, strict, slimy, arrogant, and worst of all? handsome. and you had absolutely no issue telling him that — the bad things, anyway. every time he’d offer help for such a simple task, you’d push him away with a glare or a ‘get out of here, mr. cameron!’ thinking he was simply being condescending. but my god, he thought your attitude was hot.
the day he asked you if you needed help cleaning your coffee mug was when you snapped. you’d already had an awful day, and you couldn’t take him and his demeaning behaviour anymore.
“mr. cameron, it’s a fucking mug! do you think i’m that stupid just because i’m a woman? is that it? i wear skirts to work so i can’t wash my own mug!? you’re a condesending asshole!”
he takes a breath as to not yell back. “woah, hey, hey. uh, i’m gonna need to see you in my office. ten minutes, give you time to fuckin’ chill out. is it that time of the month?”
you go to lose it at him and he cuts you off. “don’t say any more shit unless you wanna lose everything, hm?”
ten minutes later, you hesitantly enter his office, admittedly a bit nervous. “mr. cameron, i just wanna say—“
“no, no. too late now for an apology.”
“but i’m really sorry—“
“show me that.”
you furrow your eyebrows. “what do you mean? how?”
he stands up and grabs your shoulders gently, then his hands slide down your arms and to your wrists. you blink, confused and having your boundaries violated.
“uh— so you don’t get me fuckin fired, let me ask you something, a little formality,” he starts. “do you consent?”
“to what?”
“not an answer. do you consent?”
having a strange burst of butterflies in your stomach, you know what’s coming. “mhm,”
“yeah, that’s what i thought,” a ghost of a smirk as he smiles and guides you by your wrists to the wall. with no hesitation, his hand is going under your skirt. “mhm. fuckin’ soaked, makes sense,”
“you’re so arrogant, it’s insufferable.”
“i’m just stating a fact baby,”
“don’t call me that, m’not your ‘baby’,”
he breaths out a laugh. “yeah, whatever you say. starting to think you’re more arrogant than me,”
“not arrogant, just don’t like you,”
“tell that to this pussy,” he cups it and you squeak, suddenly feeling extremely powerless against your man child of a boss.
“don’t wanna do this like this,” you say fastly, stopping it. “lemme— lemme do it,” he stops, hands in the air in mock surrender, taking a step back.
he certainly isn’t expecting you to drop to your knees in front of him. in his mind, a blowjob is a surrender, letting him take control. you fiddle with his fly. he goes to help and you paw him off. “don’t need help for something so fucking simple, get your slimy hands away,”
you undo it and waste no time taking his dick out of his pants. you hate the way your mouth waters. “oh.” you try to keep your composure. “thought it would be small. you give that energy,”
“gee, thanks,” he huffs. “c’mon, get going.”
“ask nicer,”
“jesus,” he sighs. “i’ll pay you extra to get going, huh? that nice enough?”
“you’re gross. talking about a ‘please.’”
he scoffs. “no fuckin’ way, you kidding me? not begging to get off, i’m not a woma—“ he cuts himself off.
all you do is harshly pinch his tip with your long acrylics, making him gasp in pain, before standing up, scoffing. “good one, really funny. sure your friends will get a kick out of it,” you dust yourself off. “you’re disgusting,”
as you walk away, you can hear him silently begging for you to come back and suck him off.
for once, you feel like the man.
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Hey, thanks so much for your newest article about vanilla sex being coercive etc. It made me feel less like there's something wrong with me and my sexuality for having very clear needs and wants and feeling like it's hard to find a dynamic that would fit me. I could not put my finger on why exactly the whole topic of sex is so hard for me.
Like yeah I'm asexual but also, I find it really repulsive when people assume my wants and needs based on my body type, my genitalia, my gender, my face, my personality, well, anything; and I don't know why I assumed there's something wrong with ME for being uncomfortable with that? It's just deeply uncomfortable. And the societal expectation of having to enjoy or want to do this set of vanilla sex activities is what makes it precisely hard to navigate; and the way people can make you feel like shit for not wanting it, like you're a bad partner, bad person etc. And with the layer of my transness it also gets idk so complicated.
I cope by liking masks, armours, full body suits and fantasizing about being able to fuck monsters because it feels like it would be free of gender stereotypes and expectations and any coercive behaviours, like I would be free to do anything and not be then labelled because of it and suddenly perceived differently and forced to uncomfortable shit. I'm idk very fluid, very switchy and hate being restricted with all this shit. But gods forbid you express once more interest in being more dom or sub or top/bottom and suddenly people's ability to see fluidity disappears and you're flattened into something you're not
So I would rather jack off than try to have sex with someone lol, it's all too much. But now at least I don't feel so much like there's something deeply wrong with me. And I won't settle for anything uncomfortable and restricting. Thank you
(sorry if I mixed any terms, english is not my first language and sometimes I get stuff mixed when speaking two languages on a daily basis)
Omg Anon I'm so happy <3. Thank you for your message. It's true, people project so many of their own desires and basic stereotypes about embodiment and identity onto our sexualities and it can be downright traumatic really. At best it's a complete wash of nonsense, a data dump of completely irrelevant fantasies and path dependence that makes it impossible to actually find a real human person through the din. I'm glad my work made you feel less like you are the problem. And being a knight or a creature sounds fucking cool and hot.
Here's the article for anyone who didn't see it btw
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futurecorpse92 · 2 days ago
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Heatwave (Sylus affinity 125)
Sylus X Reader
I did change some parts to help the flow of the story, so I'm sorry if it's not similar.
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I hurriedly made my way through the dark corridors, my footsteps echoing softly as I reached the door of a particular room. I entered without a sound, but it was no use—Sylus was a light sleeper. "Who is it?" His voice was rough, strained from sleep.
"Oh, it’s you," he muttered, glancing up at me from the bed. His eyes narrowed, irritation crossing his face. "I told them that no one was allowed in."
I hesitated for a moment but stepped closer, still cautious. "Some people are about to lose their jobs," he said, addressing the twins who were eavesdropping from the doorway.
I sighed, shaking my head. "Come on, Sylus. Don't be rude. They only let me in because I asked them to."
He grumbled, crossing his arms. "I don’t like how you’re covering for them," he mumbled, though the usual bite in his tone was absent.
He then motioned for me to sit beside him on the bed. "Clingy today, aren’t you, Mr. Sylus?" I teased, settling down next to him.
Without warning, Sylus shifted slightly, his gaze meeting mine with a flicker of something unspoken. "I want to use your lap as a pillow."
My brows furrowed in surprise. "Sylus, are you okay?" I asked, my voice laced with concern as he sat up, placing his head in my lap.
He ignored my question, instead settling comfortably against me. His body felt unusually warm, and I quickly ran my fingers through his damp hair, the familiar sensation of his sweat immediately alerting me.
"Sylus, are you sick?" I asked softly, worry creeping into my voice. He huffed in response, his lips curling into a faint smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
"Am I sick?" he scoffed, his voice raspy. "I’m gravely ill, as one might say." He gestured weakly to his forehead, a faint chuckle escaping him.
I hesitated for a moment, then placed my hand against his forehead, startled by how hot he was. "Sylus, you’re burning up!" I exclaimed, my voice rising in alarm.
He chuckled again, but it was weak, and the sound was hollow. "It’s not that bad," he murmured, though the flush of his skin and the shallow breath he took told a different story.
"How long have you been sick? Why didn’t you tell me?" I asked, my voice sharp with concern.
Sylus shrugged, his expression unreadable. "Well, let’s just say it won’t be going away anytime soon," he replied vaguely, not offering much more than that.
He shifted slightly in my lap, his gaze softening as he observed me. "You look like you’re in deep thought, sweetie. Please, indulge me," he said with a teasing tone.
I hesitated, feeling the weight of his words, before stammering, "I-I thought you couldn’t get sick…"
The corners of his lips twitched into a wry smile, and he let out a rough chuckle.
I opened my mouth, ready to scold him, but I stopped when he raised his hand, silencing me. "Be quiet for a bit," he said, his voice a little softer now.
A comfortable silence stretched between us, and for a moment, I just focused on the steady rhythm of his breathing.
"Sylus, let's lie down properly," I suggested, my voice quiet but persistent. He nodded and slowly sat up, giving me the space to stand. I moved to the corner to remove my shoes, my movements careful not to disturb the calm.
Once I was done, I made my way back to the bed, and without thinking, I plopped down onto Sylus's body, my usual careless habit taking over.
He let out a low chuckle, his voice laced with playful sarcasm. "Why did you plop down on me like that? I could’ve died."
I rolled over onto the mattress, chuckling to myself, and settled more comfortably beside him. Sylus immediately turned toward me, pulling me into his arms with surprising ease. His face came dangerously close to my neck, and I felt his warm breath tickle my skin, sending a wave of heat rushing to my cheeks.
In the quiet, I absentmindedly ran my fingers through his hair,
The atmosphere was quiet and peaceful, until Sylus broke the silence by lightly grazing his teeth against the side of my neck. The sensation caught me off guard, and I instinctively pulled at his hair, my breath catching.
"Ow, be gentle," he teased, his voice playful, but it only made me huff in response.
I quickly reached up to touch his forehead, pushing back his bangs. The heat radiating from him hadn’t gone down at all. Concern tightened in my chest as I pulled away, instinctively distancing myself.
Sylus blinked, opening his eyes. He looked confused for a moment, and before I could fully react, I felt a magnetic pull dragging me back into his arms.
"I didn’t ask you to move your hands," he murmured, his tone more serious now, though there was still a hint of amusement.
I sighed, my worry deepening. "Sylus, you’re burning up. We need to take some medicine."
He scoffed, his defiance clear in his voice. "What are you talking about? I’m not taking that."
"What? Why not?" I asked, baffled, sitting up and turning the bedside lamp on to get a better look at him.
"It’s bitter," Sylus mumbled, looking away as though it were the most valid excuse in the world.
"But how will you get better if you don’t?" I insisted, reaching for the medicine on the bedside table.
"I don’t need to," he muttered, then added with a frown, "The lamp is too bright. Turn it off. You can see without it."
Listening to him, I reluctantly turned off the lamp. Sylus hummed in agreement, his arms pulling me back against him with a surprising amount of force.
"If you want me to get better, cool me down yourself," he murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion. "Be my ice pack," he requested, snuggling closer, his body pressing into mine as he let out a soft, contented noise.
His warmth was overwhelming, and the way he buried himself into me made my heart flutter. Despite his teasing tone, I could tell how much he was relying on me in that moment, his usual strength seeming to slip away in his feverish state.
I was jolted awake by the soft sensation of a kiss against my neck, and I immediately felt my cheeks heat up. "Your neck’s warmer now that I kissed you," Sylus murmured, his voice low and teasing.
I could practically feel his smirk against my skin. "Your body’s getting hotter, are you also getting sick?" he said, the amusement clear in his tone.
"N-no, it’s because of you," I stammered, flustered, not wanting to admit the real effect his words and proximity were having on me.
Sylus chuckled, the sound rich with mischief. "Don’t blame me—I’m the sick one here," he teased, and I huffed, lightly hitting his chest in mock frustration.
He let out a dramatic groan, one that was clearly fake. "Is this how you treat sick people?" he asked, though there was an edge of playfulness in his voice.
I rolled my eyes. "Hey! I was dragged into this, okay?" I snapped back, not willing to admit how worried I really was for him.
His lips brushed against my neck again, soft and warm, as he murmured, "You already said you’d take care of me, so my requests are reasonable enough."
I huffed, feeling a bit flustered and caught off guard. I didn't have a clever comeback to that. "Didn't you say you wanted to sleep, Sylus?" I asked, my voice teasing as I gave him a pointed look.
Sylus chuckled and nodded, his smile softening. "Yeah, you’re right. Let’s get some rest."
We fell into another comfortable silence, the quiet feeling peaceful, but of course, Sylus couldn't let it last.
"You’re not a very good ice pack," he said suddenly, breaking the stillness.
"What?" I replied, my voice tinged with surprise and clear offense. "Excuse me?"
"You didn’t cool me down—you only made things hotter," he replies, his tone dead serious.
"Excuse me, I’m not Elsa, and you’re going about this all wrong. You need to sweat it out," I snap back with a quick retort.
"Oh, really? Then why didn’t you tell me sooner?" he challenges.
"Hey, it's free cuddles—who’s gonna turn that down?" I reply with a grin.
He chuckles, clearly amused.
"Well, if I’m the one who needs to sweat it out, you’re the perfect person for the job—since you’re so hot," he says with a teasing grin.
I blink, caught off guard by his words.
"Are you talking about me?" I ask, trying to make sense of it.
"Of course I am, sweetie," he replies with a playful smirk. "You’re already sweating and all... wet."
I gulp, unsure if I heard that right. "Are we still talking about me?"
"Yeah, I’m talking about you, who else would I be talking about, sweetie?" he says with a mischievous look.
"B-but I’m not wet," I stammer, my voice betraying me like a question.
"Really? You think I’m lying?" He raises an eyebrow. "I can prove it to you right here, right now."
My face turns crimson. "Uh, n-no need, Sylus. It’s, uh, fine," I stutter, trying to regain some composure.
"Give me your hand, don’t be shy," he says, his voice low as filthy thoughts begin to invade my mind.
"When ice melts, it’s only natural to get wet," he adds with a teasing smirk.
"But sadly, my temperature still hasn’t gone down, even with all your moving around."
"I guess you're not as good at cooling me off as you thought."
"Sylus—" I start, but his breath brushes against my ear, cutting me off.
"Do you know the old saying?" he asks in that rough, alluring voice. "When an opportunity presents itself, you make the most of it."
He pauses for a moment, his tone dark and teasing. "So, until you've completely melted, I won’t stop."
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blue-jisungs · 12 hours ago
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HELLOOOOOOOOOO CONGRATULATIONS TO MY ONE AND ONLY ON 8K FOLLOWERS LETSGOOOOOO
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sooooo 👉👈 I was wondering if you could do jaemin + pearls b u t specifically with one of those pearl back necklaces 👀 whatever the context but it could be him getting jealous or looking respectfully
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[ extras ] a small fight between them, reader drinks alcohol, reader wears a backless dress high key inspired by the one linked and the one in the pic ! also can u guess which idol i wanted to write w this idea in the first place based on the linked song~~~
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“you’re joking”
your intense stare drilled jaemin’s soul inside and out. he frowned, shaking his head.
“angel, don’t get mad. you know how hell of a schedule mark and haechan have, we have to cherish it” jaemin pouted, grabbing his phone. “it’s just dinner”
“it’s my company’s banquet!” you whined, tossing your calendar on the table. jaemin chewed at his bottom lip, flipping the pages to see the date. he remembered when you put that in three months ago.
“i know, i’m so sorry. but you know that next week jeno has–“ jaemin started. the dinner with his friends was unexpectedly moved - and even though he protested, it was the only available date. “you said you didn’t even want to go”
“but i have to” you grunted, pinching the bridge of your nose. you wouldn’t admit that you already bragged about bringing your boyfriend with you.
you huffed, glancing at the clock. you had four hours to get ready.
“whatever. i’ll order an uber” you hissed, leaving the living room.
jaemin figured he won’t bother you longer. he felt bad, he really wanted to go with you. but…
but you’re here alone now, sipping on a vodka sour.
the room was huge and finely decorated. your company truly went all in, renting such a luxurious place. the food was delicious too, servers in tuxedos not missing a chance to offer small appetizers.
the gold ornaments and huge chandelier made you feel like in an old romantic movie, marble vases with fresh flowers acting like a set. you wished jaemin was here, he’d appreciate the beauty of it as well.
even the music! a jazz band was rented out and jealousy gnawed at your heart upon seeing couples dancing to the slow rhythm on the dance floor. ridiculously in love, enjoying the moment.
you sighed and swirled the glass, ice clanking. your phone kept occasionally buzzing from the inside of your clutch bag laying on the bar counter. you didn’t bother to check it. if it was jaemin, he should know better. you were sour that he didn’t come along (perhaps even more sour than the name of your drink would suggest).
“oh, girl…” you heard a sigh.
you looked through your arm and smiled softly upon seeing your bestie.
ningning tsked and shook her head, approaching you. her gaze stuck on your exposed back and she gently touched the pearl lining running along your spine.
“holy shit, you look amazing?” she gasped and you just grinned. ningning made her way next to you, mouth agape “like, you’re kidding. the back? girl… the pearls?”
“i bought this dress a while ago, didn’t have a chance to wear it” you admitted and scanned her “you look hot as hell too, miss girl”
she just giggled and ordered herself a drink too.
“can’t believe this asshole of yours…” she started but just saw how your jaw tensed.
“don’t even mention it” you mumbled, drowning any more words with your alcoholic beverage.
“are you having fun though?” she asked and the bartender handed her order.
“do i look like i am?” you snickered and looked up, only to meet a pair of familiar eyes looking at you through ningning’s shoulder.
you’ve been at the banquet for three hours now, bored to death. and, maybe, a couple of drinks too much. so you weren’t even sure if it’s not your imagination pulling pranks on you.
ningning turned around and scoffed.
“well… have fun. if you want to sleep over at mine, just find me” she sing-sang and walked away mischievously, drink in her hand.
you turned your gaze the other way, leaning your face on your hand. the bartender suddenly seemed like the most interesting person in the whole room, the way he poured the liquors and mixed them.
you felt someone approach you and you just tapped frustrated at the counter.
“angel…” you huffed, trying to turn your head even more.
you heard a soft sigh of resignation.
“if that makes you feel better, i couldn’t stop staring at you ever since i arrived”
you slowly turned your gaze, meeting jaemin’s ebony irises. his features were soft yet… there was a certain look on his face. some kind of regret, some kind of… possessiveness.
maintaining eye contact, you took another sip of your drink.
“that dress… holy shit. the pearls…” he hummed, shamelessly checking you out. well, that was your plan in the first place. he couldn't look away, a small chuckle leaving his lips “i kinda regret i arrived just now. everyone else got to see you like this before me”
he was trying to get you to talk - and you were trying to give him the silent treatment. but he could see your facade was slowly breaking, the need to reply with a snarky comment growing stronger.
jaemin turned his gaze to your face and smiled gently at the sight of your pearl earrings to match. earrings, which he gave you for your first anniversary.
“i’m sorry. i should’ve made it clear for the boys that i already made plans with you. we ate dinner and i left. i just had to” he apologized, honesty in his voice. “it won’t happen again”
“obviously. since it’s one time of a thing” you mumbled and ignored the proud smirk growing on his face.
you tried to ignore him, in general. he had no right looking this handsome in an elegant suit with his hair slicked back. when did he even find the time to change? and why does such outfit fit him so well?
he cleared his throat, eyes wandering at your exposed back again. now it was your turn to swallow a cocky smile behind your drink. the dress worked like a wonder.
“i know i’m fine” you hummed and put away the empty glass.
jaemin looked you in the eye and you both knew you’re good now. you knew he was waiting to make it up to you; it was just who jaemin was. he has a soft heart and hates making you upset.
“i know you wish you could” you teased, finally stepping closer to him.
“oh, that is correct” he played along, a proud smile growing on his features. “can i…?”
you stared at his outstretched hand, dramatically humming in deep thought.
you just grabbed your bag and took his hand, leading him to the dance floor.
the jazz band was still playing a slow, romantic rhythm.
“jaemin” you hummed, wrapping your hands behind his neck. your boyfriend gently held your hips, swaying you to the rhythm. “you know, i appreciate it. that you came, in the end”
“of course. sorry you had to deal with my foolishness first, though” he smiled and leaned closer, his lips brushing yours “also, this dress is really, really gorgeous. not sure if i mentioned.”
you just giggled, pulling him closer to seal his lips in a passionate kiss.
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italiangirlcoresblog · 8 hours ago
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main masterlist \\ carlos masterlist
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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 (𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭) 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝
✩ : an unplanned skiing accident got you a twisted ankle and a date with a certain handsome driver...
𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭. : carlos sainz
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : humor, fluff
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1,2k
✍︎ : this is vaguely inspired by @harrysfolklore's "little bitch" blurb, though i'm starting to think i imagined it because i can't find it anywhere now 🥲
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You really needed a holiday.
What you didn’t need was getting quite literally run over by some idiot who had cut your way on the slopes, sending you both tumbling in the snow.
You tripped over your own skis and landed not so gracefully on your face, your wrists and elbows hurting from trying to cushion the fall. For a moment, you just lay there, too shaken from the crash to get up despite the cold starting to bite into your skin.
That’s when you heard it, a pained groan coming from beside you.
“Mierda.”
Slowly turning your head, you were met with a sight that immediately made you jump up in your place: a man sprawled on his back, his hair tousled from the helmet that was now discarded a few feet away from him, blood trickling down his cheek from an injury right under his left eye.
And, to top it off, that man was none other than Carlos Sainz Jr.
Great.
“Shit. Are you alright?” You crawled towards him, probably looking ridiculous, but that wasn’t exactly your main concern at the moment. Also, you weren’t so sure you’d be able to stand up even if you tried.
“I think you stabbed me.” He didn’t sound… angry. He didn’t sound happy either, but hey, at least he was smiling.
Then his words settled in.
“What!?” You shrieked, looking down at the ski pole you were still holding on to and finding it — much to your horror — dripping with blood as well.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” You dropped the “weapon” to the ground like it had burned your hand, then rushed to Carlos’ side and started wiping his face with your glove. “I didn’t mean to–”
“Hey,” he stopped you, his grip on your arm gentle yet firm. “I’m fine, it’s just a scratch.” His eyes drifted down to where your leg was splayed, your ankle twisted at a clearly unnatural angle, before adding: “Are you okay?”
“I– yeah? Listen, we need to call someone. And you need a bandage. Or stitches. Maybe both.”
“Oi, calm down,” he interrupted you once again, sitting up to take a closer look at your ankle. He took it in his hand, giving it a careful squeeze that made you wince in pain as a burning sensation spread from there through your whole leg.
“Sorry. I think you broke it,” he flashed you an apologetic smile, a trace of guilt lacing his voice.
“I’ll live,” you shrugged it off, sounding a lot more nonchalant than how you actually felt. “But you–”
“Can you stop worrying about me? It’s not that bad.”
“Not that bad? I almost blinded a Formula 1 driver!”
Carlos blinked a few times, taken aback by your sudden outburst, then an amused smirk lit up his wounded face.
“What’s so funny?” you asked, now starting to getting a little annoyed by the whole situation — and by how ridiculously hot he looked with messy hair and blood smeared all over his cheek.
No, stop it, you sick woman.
“Is that the problem? That I’m an F1 driver?”
“Yes! No– I don’t know! I mean, am I going to jail for this?” You didn’t like the way he was just staring at you like you were the funniest thing he’d ever seen, almost as if he was trying his best not to burst out laughing in your face.
“You could get a fine, actually…”
The handful of snow you’d taken hit him right on the nose, drawing a surprised and almost betrayed curse from him.
“Ay! You said you were sorry!”
“I am sorry. That was an early medication — ice heals everything, you know.”
“Right.” Carlos glanced at you with a half-smile before shaking his head like a wet dog to dust off all the snowflakes trapped in his brown locks, then jumped to his feet and leaned down towards you once more.
“What are you–” You didn’t get to finish as he scooped you up in his arms without hesitation, one hand hooked under your thighs while he sneaked the other one around your waist. You instinctively secured yours on the back of his neck for support, but mostly to have something to ground you to reality.
You couldn’t believe this was actually happening — Carlos Sainz, the Formula 1 driver, was carrying you bridal style down a ski slope.
“Wouldn’t it be easier to just ask for help instead of… doing whatever this is?”
Not that you minded, of course. You could basically feel his muscles tensing with every step he took, his breath fanning over your face, tingling against your freezing skin as he panted softly from the effort.
“I prefer to do things fast,” he huffed, and you rolled your eyes at his attempted joke.
The walk to the ski patrol station felt almost surreal, your laughs echoing through the clear air together with the crisp crunch of the snow Carlos walked on.
It was like you’d known each other forever, and when you rested your head on his shoulder, snuggling closer into his chest — “It’s cold,” you’d muttered, more to yourself than to him — you realized just how right it felt.
Lying in his arms like this, holding on to his broad shoulders, the warmth of his body seeping through the layers between you despite the bitter cold. Now that his face was so close to yours, you let your gaze wander over his features: sharp jaw and strong nose, both a striking contrast to his sweet doe eyes. And those full lips– Okay, stop. No thirsting over your accidental victim.
Unfortunately, it was all over too soon. Once you reached the first-aid area, a bunch of rescuers immediately surrounded you and took care of your swollen — but luckily not broken — ankle, while others patched up Carlos’ wound with a few stitches.
You felt a pang of guilt every time he flinched because of the needle, but the way he looked at you whenever he noticed you staring, with a mix of reassurance and concern for your own condition, was enough to make you forget about everything else.
When they finally left you alone, the Spaniard slipped into the seat beside you, a conspiring grin plastered on his face.
“I was thinking…”
“I’m scared,” you chuckled, trying your best to ignore his hand brushing lightly against yours.
God, get a grip.
“I’m really sorry, and I want to make it up to you.”
Neither of you said anything as your gaze got lost in chocolate one, mesmerized by his — unfairly — long lashes and the golden flecks scattered around his pupils.
Before your eyes could fall to his lips, because you knew they were about to, you cleared your throat and pulled slightly back to prevent from giving in to any sort of temptation.
“And?”
“Maybe I can buy you dinner tonight. Sounds good, no?”
You opened and closed your mouth a few times, not a single sound coming out as you processed his words.
Then, flashing him an amused smirk in a poor attempt to mask the blush that quickly painted your cheeks, you teased him.
“Are you asking me out?”
“I’m apologizing,” he insisted, leaning in closer with an intensity that made your head spin and your heart flutter. “So, what do you say?”
You jolted as his hand grazed yours again, definitely not by accident this time. You glanced down at where your fingers lay intertwined, then back up at his questioning eyes, your face probably redder than his old Ferrari as you smiled shyly.
“Smooth.”
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fairytsuk1 · 12 hours ago
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I love your works! Just imagine, giving Quackity a blowjob while he streams! Have a good day! ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧ (Sorry if there are any errors, I'm using Google translate :c)
giving alex a blowjob during stream<3
alex always looked so, so hot when he was getting ready to stream. you'd been watching eagerly from the couch, alex grabbing his props and accessories as you sat behind the scenes. he always looked so focused, so sexy with his bulging biceps and muscled back on full display in his black cotton shirt.
you watch carefully with your knees tucked up to your chest. alex covers his messy dark locks with his signature grey and black beanie, and he´s ready to go. he catches you staring and openly winks at you, coming to stand before your seated form.
"what's up? you're looking at me all, intensely. something wrong?"
you're smiling and shaking your head. "there's nothing wrong."
and there really had been nothing wrong. in fact, things had gone so right, you were now pleasantly seated on your knees with his cock in your mouth. "hey guys!! hi, hi, h-hi!"
you try to keep yourself quiet as you laved your tongue from the base to the tip, heavy balls full as you licked all over his dick. alex's leg twitches and his hand reaches farther under the desk to hold onto yours for support.
"'why do you look like that,' why do i look like what, huh?! you guys are bullies, you're bullying me and—ngh!"
he freezes, and this was such a bad idea based on how your soft, plush lips drag themselves up his length to suck on the lip and lick the slit. you're drooling, getting messy with it, and alex is sorely under prepared as you suck him within an inch of his life.
he claims it was a stubbed toe to the chat, but you know better as you trace the vein that leads up to his leaking, flushed head. he’s throbbing in your wet and warm mouth, hips popping up and driving his dick into the column of your throat. a soft gag escapes you, and his hand squeezes yours in a wordless apology.
“i-i’m having issues with my display, i’m gonna turn my camera off for a bit!”
he’s nearly there, balls churning and breath growing increasingly more ragged. alex slams his fingers down on the mute button, a loud groan escaping him as he grips onto the arms of the chair. you bob your head, nose brushing against the dark curls around his base. he´s so close that you can feel his dick twitch between your hot lips.
you sink down eagerly and alex lets out a pathetic cry. his hands fly to your hair and you can feel the underlying strength in his arms as he pushes you just the slightest—a gag escaping you as he flooded your throat with his cum.
it makes your heart pound in satisfaction as alex uses your mouth, he comes down from his high with shuddering breaths and hands that smooth your hair away from your face. "fuck, i-i'm still live and can barely move..."
you grin and lick your lips. "you should probably get back to them."
you're about to stand and move away, but alex is quick to whine and grab onto your wrist. "stay under the desk, i like having you so close to me."
so you sat prettily between your boyfriend's legs, satisfied and knowing he was going to absolutely ravish you on his desk post-stream. you lean your head on his knee and sigh quietly. what a life.
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sugarbombs-n-stuff · 3 days ago
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Companions as Parents because of a Science Experiment
Sorry ive been gone for so long, life’s a bitch but may I offer this up? No ada or strong, I’m sorry! Also synth shaun is mentioned at a few points. ENJOY!
Cait: She was confused at first, of course she was! It was supposed to be a routine check up and sole being a lovely partner, joined. She didn’t expect for the doctor to comeback with a baby made from Sole and her’s DNA, LIKE WHAT THE FUCK DUDE. After double and triple checking the infant was in fact, both hers and sole’s, panic and paranoia seeped into her bones like old friends. She was terrified that she would turn out like her parents that she asked sole if they could put the baby up for adoption, surely anyone would do better than her? Sole had said to feel it out for a couple of weeks so she did, she kind of felt bad seeing as the baby girl didn’t even have a name. One night when Cait had sat in the living room feeding the wee bastard, the baby looked up to her with the same green eyes Cait had herself and it was like something clicked in her head. She put the bottle down and brought her closer to her face and she gave her a small kiss. When Sole came out of their shared room an hour or so later, they saw Cait with their baby girl in one arm and a book in another. Cait looked up at her and asked “Which do you like better, Helena or Aoife?”
•They chose Helena
•If they had,had a boy it would have been Tadhg
•She’s cautious and a bit mean at times but she does her best to explain to Helena as she’s growing up
•When her and Sole talked after agreeing to keep her they also made some joint rules for how they would want to raise her
•She’ll point out cute fabrics to make clothes with or cute toys
•Piggy backing on my own headcanon, Cait made her crib and toys through woodworking
•As Helena grew up, she had a biting problem whenever she got angry and while Cait found it a bit funny, after Sole would tell her to stop encouraging her she would do her best to correct Helena’s behavior
Codsworth: Codsworth was overjoyed! He’d always wanted a little boy of his own and sole had made him one! A mini Mr. Handy, a custom made model. Part of him always felt like he failed Sole with Shaun, like he had lost a boy too. He was comforted by the fact Sole would do this for him and he couldn’t wait to show his son the wonders of the commonwealth.
•He named his son Adam, seeing as Sole made him he thought it fitting
•He’d fuss over Adam always, freaking out if even a chip of his paint had come off
•He would start considering transferring himself into a synth body after awhile, same with Adam but for right now he was content
•Adam had a nasty habit of leaking oil and heating up his metal so hot that no one could touch him, poor baby couldn’t control it but Codsworth would give him some coolant and have him sit outside for a little. However if there was nothing he could do and it happened to be winter, he’d walk with his boy around which ever settlement they were at and offer heat
Curie: She did the experiment on herself. She wanted to see what it was like and she could only interview so many pregnant people that she did it herself with the help of Sole. She sliced up the DNA herself and injected herself with it. Sole had made sure that she was alright and had regular brought up that she couldn’t get rid of the baby once it was born and she was fine with that. She knew what childbirth had entailed and she was alright with it, she loved kids after all. She finally gave birth to a baby girl during the summer time, they chose the name Dominique.
•Dominique was born prematurely by a month
•Curie worked with Sole and Sturges to help her as well as regular check ups by her self or Doc Carrington from the railroad
•Dominique ended up being allergic to a dew commonwealth things like hubflower and tarberry but besides that she was a perfectly normal, healthy baby.
•Curie liked to dress her daughter in the cutest outfits. Sole has many pictures of their baby girl in a cute outfit that they had made with a matching hat and fashion glasses when curie was doing field research
•Curie monitors how she moves and what food she does and doesn’t like, if she obtains anymore allergies, what toys she likes playing with etc
•Curie is overjoyed when Dominique starts getting into science toys
•Loves being a mom but also makes sure to remember that she’s not just a mom
Danse: Listen, it’s not that Danse didn’t want a kid, it’s just what would he do with it?! He left the brotherhood and is a minuteman now but what if that puts their child in more danger?! His worries clear up when Sole and the doctor come back with their baby, a little boy who looks like the perfect mix of Danse and Sole. Sole hands him the baby and while the fear is still there, it’s overcome by joy. This is their little boy, and he’ll do anything to protect him.
•They name him James but they call him Jamie
•If they had a girl, her name would have been May
•Danse is overprotective, full on helicopter parent but Sole helps calm him down
•The first time Jamie got sick he started hyperventilating cause he was so nervous but eventually calmed down when he was informed that it was a cold and he’ll be okay.
•Was happy to teach Jamie how to hunt when he expressed that he wanted to learn
•Does classic dad stuff, like stereotypical
•Starts drinking concerning amounts of coffee after Jamie is born to the point that sole had to put a limit on him
Deacon:He didn’t deserve this. Babies were too pure and he felt like he was going to taint this kid. But eventually he thought about it and he had always wanted kids, he was good with them he’d say. He was still a little hesitant but then fully leaned into being a dad and was happy to do it with Sole. Especially when he saw their little science baby. And she was beautiful, she had his red hair but her eyes were like Sole’s except for the fact that they were far apart and he had only seen that distance and face shape on one person. He guessed maybe Barbara made her own claim on the baby in some way.
•They named their daughter Lily, he had wanted to name her Mazikeen after a book character but Sole swiftly vetoed that
•Like he is as a person, as a dad he puts on a care free attitude but is truthfully very paranoid
•He cuts her nails often so she doesn’t scratch herself because when she was starting to grow them , she scratched at her face so badly she bled
•He will take goofy pictures with her like her chewing on his glasses or her covered in food and her with the worse case of bed head
•With friends, he is absolutely the type of dad to show off these pictures to them
• “You can’t say you don’t like it if you haven’t tried it”
•When Lily was a baby, in winter he would put her bassinet outside after it snowed to take a nap in so it could build her immune system
•100% has eaten baby food and will again “It’s not that bad, wanderer , you’re just pre-war and picky”
•HATES the smell of the baby formula so they either feed her brahmin milk or donated breast milk from one of the minuteman charities
•Will often take her to Carrington for checkups
Hancock: Listen, Hancock got around. He’s surprised that he doesn’t have more ��ooopsie babies” besides Fahrenheit. What he wasn’t expecting was to settle down and have a freaking magic baby!? Ok maybe not magic but with how near-dead his swimmers are, may as well be. But now he was sitting with his partner holding their blonde-headed baby boy.
•They named him Felix
•If they had a girl, her name would have been Lola
•Hancock was anxious that the baby would come out weird looking but the only ghoul trait Felix has is that he’s immune to radiation which is a pretty damn good trait
•He kind of fucked up with Fahrenheit so after Felix was born he wanted to make amends for the sake of both of his kids.
•He is genuinely care free but protective of Felix
•He tries his best to clean up Goodneighbor some, both literally and physically
• “Dad, there’s like whore’s here and stuff.” “How many times have i told you to not say ‘and stuff’, just say ‘Dad, there are whore’s here’”
•Felix is sarcastic to the max and Sole and Hancock find it so entertaining
•Gets antsy when Sole takes Felix to Diamond City for a number of reasons
•Felix is terrified of Mirelurks so they rarely take him near the beach, mostly Salem and Quincy
•Cleans up his act for the most part too, doesn’t want his son to turn out like him and get into drugs
MacCready: Oh boy, another one. He was excited the moment Sole brought it up and they were happy to tell Duncan. Like with deacon, the baby had Lucy’s eyes and their shape. Both Sole and Mac thought their baby girl was just darling.
•They named her Annette
•Like Mac and Duncan, she was allergic to dust
•MacCready and Sole take the kids on walks just to make sure they both get enough sunshine
•He panics bad when Annette gets sick. He reminds himself that what happened to Duncan won’t happen to Annette. Though it takes awhile for him to believe it
•Annette ends up being the polar opposite of Duncan, she likes reading and coloring and she likes to be on the swings but she doesn’t want to be out there two long
•The swear jar continues, he got swindled out of 10 caps once cause he went on a tirade in front of Duncan and Annette. Duncan stopped showing Annette his comic books and leveled Mac with a stare that he swear bore into his soul. His loving spouse Sole, couldn’t stop laughing for a hot minute afterwards.
Nick: When sole had brought it up he was hesitant. Making a synth like shaun, who could grow has they aged? Eventually he got around to the idea and thats how he ended up with their son Carlo.
•Loves singing to him
•Invites Ellie over to meet him “Nick, OMG HES ADORABLE”
•Wouldn’t really know what to do about changing them but would learn quickly, he’s not just dumping that on sole
•As Carlo grows up he does his best to instill a good moral code in him.
•He isn’t quick to anger but he’s not going to coddle him either
•He’ll make sure Carlo knows that he’s loved more than anything though
Piper: Hell yeah she wants a baby! She liked raising nat so she thinks she’ll like raising this baby girl.
•She names her Mina, she didn’t let Sole pick the name
•Sole made her attend parenting classes with them because they didn’t like how she left nat alone
•She slows down on journaling, doesn’t stop but she wants to spend more time with her family
•Mina needed glasses from a very early age which caused Piper to star calling her Bug cause her glasses made her eyes huge
•Mina runs into everything, just like Piper, both very accident prone
Preston: Since his mental health had gotten better he loved the idea of having kids and loved shaun more than anything else. Naturally when Sole brought up having one through science, he was cautious but excited. Somehow he ended up with twins, a little boy and girl and he loved them more than anything.
•His kids names are Loucilla and Ben
•He was surprised that there were two but they immediately became his pride and joy
•Yall know jack from This is Us, that’s Preston as a dad.
•Loucilla got the nick name “Silly-Lou” early on because she would try to chew on ben’s hands, Preston’s nose ,Sole’s hair, and Shaun’s Ear. The first time she did it she immediately rolled forward
•Ben’s nick name is Bean/Beanie cause thats what Shaun had thought you said at first
•Shaun was the one to give both babies their nicknames
•Preston always tells people that he has three kids “That one doesn’t look much like you” “Huh, Weird, you must be seeing things”
•Like many fathers before him, he had kids and immediately became the master of the grill
X6-88: It took awhile and a lot of therapy but X6 is a person and he can admit that now. As a person he really wants a kid, he brings it up to Sole first. Sole agrees and nine months later he’s having skin to skin with his daughter.
•They named her Corrine
•X6 acted quite mechanically towards her at first, even sing to her in a monotone voice
•Corrine was a coneheaded baby and it freaked X6 out though Sole did their best to convince him that she was alright and not an alien
•Sole commonly finds X6 standing in the door of her nursery just staring at her
•He’ll change her diapers and sole deals with the spit up
•Will NOT let anyone but him and sole kiss her, if his baby girl gets sick, all of Sanctuary will have hell to pay
•Definitely taught Corrine how to swim by chucking her in the lake behind Sanctuary, she didn’t talk to him for the rest of the week
Gage: Settled down for some fucken ankle biter? What the hell,sure.
•Surprisingly really good with kids, or his and sole’s son, Monty
•He sews Monty 1, count it 1, stuffed animal. Its a baby deathclaw
•Refuses to change a diaper, you can not force him to do it
•Despite looking like he hasn’t bathed in 10 years, he makes sure Monty gets his bath every other day.
•Would rather gut himself than show Monty to the gangs
•He won’t sing to him however humming isn’t singing
•He’s rough with teaching Monty as he gets older. Strike first and strike hard
•Sole calls him cruel at times and he just stares at them like “yeah, no fucking shit”
•Cares about his kid but there may be a few years where they only talk to each other once a day in passing
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banghwa-moved · 5 months ago
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TBH i for the longest time didnt understand car ppl and how ppl found certain cars or driving cars sexy. n then, predictably, batman 2022 happened to me.
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beeduoo · 17 days ago
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i really like that one tiktok
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h7jfangirl · 6 months ago
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TGS UPTADE
Okay so... Hyde in this panel.
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I had read the comic for 5 years by now, and I dare to say that this specific panel its one of the most hardcore panel in all the comic, but even THE most hardcore
And its Hyde, accepting in his own twisted way that Frankestein words are true only to piss off Rachel, so he can feel the ilusion of having control in this situation
In Rachel´s perspective, Hyde just lied to her when he said sorry in a strangerly sweet way and now he is just using the situation to admit that HE DID LIE TO HER, KNOWING HOW MUCH SHE CARES ABOUT HIM
Henry´s lie only made it worse, because he gave her expectations that Hyde was, at least, greatful for what she has done for him
Now she knows he dosent, at all.
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originalcontent · 1 year ago
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I can't find art of my ship anywhere so I GUESS that means I have to make it myself, here are some doodles.
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pcktknife · 3 months ago
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it might b getting to the point if I stay up past 11 I start getting a teeny tiny itty bitty passively suicidal. nothing crazy but it is like mildly annoying
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blushedfemmes · 3 months ago
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smells are hot since you can condition subs into going from 0 to ferally horny by making them smell your pits or pussy or etc over and over until they cant get even a whiff without getting fully hard/wet
inchresting….. 👀
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