#i just love her so much and it was so fun to see things through her eyes for a while

[madamechrissy]

Teacher's Pet

Pairings- Boyfriend Takuma Ino x F! reader x Professor Nanami

Warnings absolutely MDNI - oral (f receiving from Ino and Nanami) fingering, messy kissing, Nanami is 35, reader and Ino are like 21, so age gap. Threesome aspects and general freakiness, light choking, dom daddy type Nanami, masturbation (Nanami) and panty stealing

A/N- had a request for college AU Ino/reader/Nanami where Nanami is your 'professor' and teaches you some ahem... things? I haven't written Ino before so I hope I don't fuck him up here - it's PWP lol

Takuma Ino had never thought he would get this, get to feel your slick heat against his fingers, your sweet little cries in his ears as you arch your hips against his hand, trembling as it touches you over your panties. It had been just a harmless kiss, really, after class - only for you both to fall into each other, mouths hungrier and hungrier, even as they're clumsy.

Ino was still a virgin senior year of college, but he swears it's because he was waiting for you, he can't even see anyone but you, long before you decided to date him. Now his cock is throbbing, he's willing it to go down as he tries to find what you like. What is it, here, where he presses and your hips jerk? Or here, slipping under the elastic of your panties now, and finding you soaked.

"Oh, baby you're so wet, d-do you like this?" He asks softly, chocolate brown eyes almost black as he studies your face in earnest, you nod shakily, eyes fluttering shut as he watches you.

"I love it, f-feels so good," you want to guide him a bit, but he's having so much fun exploring you, devoted as he presses kisses across your cheeks, hands fumbling until one dips into your soppy interest. "Ah!"

"There, that's good?" He pulls back again, asking softly, you nod in response and he sinks it just a little deeper, exhaling as he pulls his finger out then.

"Back in, back in!" You're whining out, you're spread wide on Professor Nanami's desk, the thrill rushing through you, making you drip along his polished cherry wood in the empty class.

"Wanna taste it, though," you're a flustered mess when Ino sucks you right off his finger, moaning, cheeks hollowing as if you're the sweetest thing. "Oh my god, you're so yummy..."

"I am?" He kneels now, and you're panicking just a bit, tugging at his sleek brown strands.

"Wanna kiss you here, is it okay?"

"Y-yes if you- oh!" He's flicking his tongue up your slit, pushing your plump lips apart to eye you, breath hitting as you hold up your pleated skirt for him. "Ino!"

"It's so pretty," he doesn't know where to lick or what to do, pressing a kiss against your hood and stealing more of that flavor on his lips, feeling you tugging at his hair and exhaling, hands pressing firmly into your thighs, when the lock clicks, but he doesn't hear it over your soft whines, and neither do you.

Which leads Professor Nanami, exhausted and ready to take a nap in his damn office, to see his prettiest straight A student spread wide on his desk, and his other straight A student kissing her between her thighs. Nanami shuts the door quickly, locking it and striding up, when your fucked out eyes widen and see him, and you panic, shoving off the desk and gesturing wildly.

Ino, who worships the ground Nanami walks on, is clearly pussy drunk - and Nanami can understand, he got a glimpse of it, and just that has his cock throbbing.

He's jerked off to you more times than he'd ever admit, he shouldn't, you're his student and his law student at that, he can't think that way about you, especially being one of his brightest, and with a good kid like Ino. But fuck if he hasn't pictured being between your thighs instead, teaching you what it's like to really get fucked, now he wasn't too much older at thirty five, but he still felt shitty thinking it all.

"Professor Nanami, I'm so sorry! Oh my god, please, I..." You're panicked while Ino is furiously red, covering his face while Nanami crosses his broad arms.

"It's my fault, Mr. Nanami, not her, don't get her in trouble, I couldn't stop myself," he rubs the back of his neck and Nanami eyes his now discheveled desk, sighing and rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Looked like you weren't doing it correctly," he says, making the both of you pause now, and you're blushing furiously as Nanami eyes you, hazel gaze drifting down your body like a caress. Every girl fawned over his handsome features, you weren't immune to them, but to have him look at you like that, made your situation worse.

"I have no clue what I'm doing, no." You look at Ino with wide eyes. "Can you... show me?"

"Show you!? Ino have you lost it!?" You're tugging at his black sweater, and he brushes a thumb across your cheek.

"I wanna know how to please you, baby." You melt at how sweet he is, fully expecting Professor Nanami to deny the request, but his huge, veiny hand loosens his silky tie as he comes closer now, leaning over you, the scent of his cologne filling your senses.

"Up on the desk then, love," his soft command is met with him lifting you like you're nothing, sitting your right on the desk now, his desk, tilting your chin up to look at him. "So tell me, when you play with your pretty pussy, do you stick your little fingers in, or rub your clit?"

Your mouth goes dry at the statement, Ino is looking at you with those pretty eyes, ever curious, your cheeks heat up, decorating your skin with color. "My clit, Professor."

"So we'll focus there first." Nanami methodically slips your panties down your thighs, biting back a moan when your scent hits him, panties that may or may not have ended up in his pocket. Nanami may or may not need these later. "Come on then," he gestures and Ino eagerly gets on his knees - your boyfriend and your stupidly hot professor, this was not how you thought your first time getting eaten out would be. "Look here."

"Pretty, so pretty," Ino's words make Nanami chuckle, spreading you wide so he can show Ino where your clit is, lifting your hood, and that's when Nanami and Ino see your twitchy little clit, you whine out, biting your lip.

"She is pretty." You can't even look at them then, covering your face. "You'd focus there since that's how she plays with herself." He looks up then, fingers pressing against your calf to get your attention. "Should I demonstrate?"

"Yes, please." Your whisper ends his resolve, shoving him off the deep end, flicking the tip of his tongue on your little clit now, you gasp as it hits, and he moans as your sweetness pours against his slender lips, coating them in your gloss. "Oh!"

"You can finger her too, but she's tiny," he slips a digit in, feeling you grip him tightly, groaning as he thinks how good it'd be to slip inside your hot, slick little cunt. "So be gentle."

"I wouldn't hurt her," you're torn between embarrassment and utter lust, when Nanami curls his thick finger up, pressing on your spot while his tongue works in methodical little flicks, and your hands yank his perfect hair before you can stop yourself. "Oh, look, she loves it,"

"Mnh!" You're gushing down your law professor's face now, he has to palm the bulge over his slacks with his free hand, looking up at your pretty face, all contorted in pleasure.

"Are you close, baby?" Ino leans up now, caressing your face sweetly, you nod, gripping his sweater with your free hand while Nanami drags your cunt against his face. "Then cum, let me see you, then I'll make you cum again."

"Y-you sure?" You ask, he just nods, gripping your breasts, while Nanami's finger curls just so in your gummy walls, and you shatter, screaming out into Ino's lips while Nanami slurps you up, positively filthy - you have never cum like that, even with toys. He's lapping at you, eliciting more and more drooling arousal as you struggle to blink anything into vision. "Oh my god... mnh... Professor Nanami..."

He presses a kiss on your cunt now, and Ino eagerly sinks to his knees, kissing an overstimulated clit when Nanami is just an inch from your face, you flush as you see you've made a mess of him too, thumb brushing his slick on his chin, he grips your wrist then, while Ino slips his tongue up to your clit, and you bite back a moan.

"She likes it, good job," Nanami murmurs, Ino buries his face then, sucking your clit into his mouth without thinking, your thighs are trembling, cunt throbbing while Nanami places a hand under your chin, wrapping your throat. "A little light choking can make it even better, but you have to be careful. Want me to show you?"

You nod weakly, and Nanami squeezes your throat now, giving into the temptation and kissing you, letting you taste yourself on his lips and squeezing your delicate neck, delighting in your whines and cries, muffled as he squeezes. He almost cums just kissing you, seeing your innocent face lost in the pleasure, hearing your squelching wet cunt in his classroom. He's grabbing you, tongue sliding into your sweet mouth, while your cunt spasms around Ino's long, slender finger, delicately curling up.

"You're doing so well, darling," he whispers to you, encouraging you while you cling to his silky cheetah tie, oxygen fading while he squeezes, thumb pressing against your racing pulse while your eyes roll back in your skull, Ino is whining out desperately, his cock already leaking precum as he feels your aftershocks grip his finger, your arousal coating his face.

"Mnh!" You almost faint, ears ringing now, floating damn near blinded when Nanami releases his hand, and gently kisses against it, all while you're gripping his broad shoulders, almost falling the fuck over.

"Oh fuck..." Ino murmurs, leaning up and looking at you, you kiss him eagerly, hips twitching when Nanami runs his fingers over you, already so sensitive you almost cum from the contact, before giving you a firm smack, making you gasp out.

"That's for being bad." He says with a little smirk, you exhale, cunt stinging, before he glares at the two of you, fixing his collar and tie that you've led askew, crossing his arms again. "I better not find the two of you doing this again... without my permission."

"No, we won't, we are sorry Professor." Nanami just hums a bit, sitting with his legs spread wide in his seat, while Ino helps you down, fixing your skirt and eyeing you. "Are you okay? Was it good?"

"Good isn't even the word..." You bury your face a bit, embarassed as he pulls you against him, feeling Nanami's hungry eyes on you.

"I wanna do that all the time now." Ino murmurs, you giggle, taking his hands, before looking at the man who licks your cunt off his lips, raising a thin brow.

Never in a million years did you think Professor Nanami would have devoured you like that, the feeling makes your tummy tense, as you snuggle your boyfriend, who you feel his arousal, making you ever so curious, you touch it just a bit, watching his reaction.

"Baby you don't have to do anything." He's so sweet, you sigh, looking over at Nanami again.

"Maybe you can show me a lesson next?" You say softly, and his cock twitches in response, picturing giving you lessons on your knees, as you look up with those eyes that are fucking Nanami up currently.

"Yes, well, I'll see if I fit it in my schedule," he sets his glasses firmly on the bridge of his nose. "Out you two, now."

"Thank you, Professor." You two run off, and Nanami catches your gaze on him before you two shut the door, when he breaks down, thick cock slapping his dress shirt and drooling pre out of his reddened tip. He hisses as he touches it, panties slipped out of his pocket and right on his face.

"Ino that was insane!?" You're whispering, breathless, he smiles just a bit then, pressing you against the wall, where on the other side your professor is cumming to your taste he's lapping off your missing panties.

"You loved it though. But... I wanna do it alone," his whisper rushes across your skin as he whispers in your ear. "What do you think?"

"Yes," the two of you rush off to your dorm, leaving Nanami to contemplate just what lesson he has for you next while he's busting hot ropes into his hand of his classroom, cursing the clock when he realizes he's not getting a nap and it's your fault... surely a punishment is in order.

LMAO this was so dumb and smutty

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[moon-my-beloved]

office hours 💼 (poly!141 x fem!reader)

Working at a corporate job wasn’t as bad people deemed it to be. The pay was good enough to keep all your bills up to date and you really couldn’t complain other than how boring it was to sit down for eight hours checking over millions of emails everyday. Your tedious cycle is soon interrupted when your general manager urges you that you’re needed at the boss’s office, immediately.

You never liked Monday’s .

Not only were they a struggle to wake up to, but they were a constant reminder that a long week was ahead of you.

It was a bit weird to think about it now. To see yourself working in the business industry, let alone in a setting where you’ve heard and seen people overwork themselves to death. Perhaps it was the bad representation corporate jobs had but you like to think that you were one of the few lucky ones to land in a good working environment thanks to your good friend, Stella.

She was a good friend from the inside and out, and although you are very grateful for her practically saving you from getting evicted from your apartment a year ago, you valued your sleep. Wanting nothing to do but sink into the comfort of your freshly washed sheets.

However, your short-lived bliss was soon interrupted by your second alarm. A loud groan slipping past your lips as you slam your hand against the screen of your phone in hopes of it shutting off. It was 7 AM, meaning that you had about an hour and a half to get ready.

“Fuck me.” You groggily say, rubbing the sleep off your eyes as you hastily pull the blankets off of you, dragging yourself to the bathroom.

Brushing your teeth and washing your face took longer than you expected with the speed you were going at. Your outfit was next which didn’t take much time to pick with the few simple (boring) choices you had in your closet. You looked down at your watch only to curse at yourself at the time.

Hurriedly, you make your hair look presentable, sliding your feet into your heels as you grab your necessities on your way downstairs. Laptop, charger, headphones along with some important paperwork all getting stuffed into your bag with little care.

With your keys in hand, you were ready to start another week typing away.

You typically expect a folder already in your desk every time you walk through the doors of the 1-4-1 Corporation building. A bunch of paperwork needed to be checked over and reported for any mistakes along with looking over data was typically your day-to-day tasks. However, what you did not expect is to see a small paper bag filled not only filled with your favorite pastry, but also a steaming cup of hot chocolate next to it.

A smile stretches over your lips as you catch a glimpse of Stella’s own sly grin across from the panel separating you two. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?” You tease, earning an eye roll from her as she shakes her head. “All the time.”

“Seriously, how are you not married yet? Anyone would be lucky to have a gem like you.” Mumbling the last bit to yourself as you get settled in, not wasting any time to take a bite of the sweet strawberry cruffin in front of you.

Stella just brushes her blonde hair to the side, going back to typing with a smirk. “Precious jewels like me need to be wary of the hungry hands of people.”

“A thank you would have sufficed, woman.” Immediately taking back your compliment back with a groan at her words in which Stella responds by simply throwing her head back in laughter at your embarrassed state.

“You’re no fun in the mornings, babes. So grumpy.” Your friend simply says, swiping some whip cream off your tasty muffin and bringing it up to her lips as you send a glare her way before taking a sip of your hot chocolate.

You get into the flow of things after finishing your breakfast. Going through last week’s reports and checking off papers so they can be sent off as well as checking off dates for any pending events or projects that need to be done before the end of the month. You send a couple emails to the other employees, reminding them of an upcoming meeting with your GM, David.

Speak of the devil, you see him approaching your desk. A rush in his step that has alarms bells raising in your head as his eyes scan the room before they’re landing on you. Uh oh. That can’t be good.

“Hey, can you come with me for a second?” He says rather swiftly, a stiff smile forming on his lips as he taps his finger against your desk.

“Uh.. yeah! Sure.” You respond back, flattening your hands across your skirt as you stand up. You send a quick anxious glance at your friend in which Stella replicates with a worried look of her own as she shrugs her shoulders, a direct way to show her own perplexity to the situation.

Following behind the steps of David, you take the opportunity to go over the things you could have possibly done wrong. Had you missed a report? Done a mistake on the data? Misspelled something? Or miss a date? No. That can’t be. Even with all the things racing through your mind— you can’t figure out why your general manager would want to meet you privately.

You don’t even notice when you two are in the elevator, going up the levels of the building until a small ‘bing’ and the click of the doors sliding open break you out of your frantic haze. Gulping down your nerves, you follow David out of the elevator, heels clicking against polished concrete floors as the man in fronts of you guides you through a hallway you don’t recognize.

Breaking the silence, you stop. David turning back to face you with an illegible expression as he stops in front of a door. “What’s going on? Am I getting fired?” You say, trying your best to hide the shaking in your voice as you stare at him.

“What-? No, no!” David shakes his head, letting out a sigh of his own as he tries to find the words to explain the oddity of him suddenly pulling you out of your seat. “I got a call from Laswell that you were needed at the boss’s office immediately. She didn’t give me an explanation.”

Laswell. Chief operating officer of the company which you only got to see her once when you barely started working for this company. That definitely did not put your nerves to ease, shifting your gaze to door in front of you as your eyes catch a nameplate. Johnathan Price, Chief executive officer.

What the hell.

“Look kid, I’m sure it’s nothing bad.” David says, grabbing your shoulders in an attempt to ground you despite his tone revealing his own doubt. You can only nod as you shift your eyes back to him, offering him a tight smile.

He doesn’t linger for long, telling you something along the lines to not say anything he wouldn’t say as if that helps the bile building in your throat with how nervous you are. You’re left alone after that, eyes boring into into the door before you’re taking a deep breath in, lifting your hand up to knock.

“Come in.” A gruff voice says from the other side of the door.

Lifting a shaky hand, you grip the handle and twist it open as you step into his office. Making sure to gently close the door behind you as you stand a few feet away from the man who can possibly ruin your life by firing you.

Your breath gets caught in your throat as you meet his gaze. Cold and steady eyes meet yours, your back straightening without thinking.

His presence screams authority. Perfect ironed suit complementing his domineering look as he leans against his chair. His gaze never wavers, not even when he tilts head to point at the chair in front of him, silently telling you to sit down without uttering a word.

Your brain short circuits for a split second before your feet are swiftly making their way towards the chair. Hands pressed against the material of your skirt as you rest them in front of you, crossing your legs in hopes of coming off as calm and collected despite the sweat building up between your shoulder blades.

He’s analyzing you. Like a predator watching its prey with a sharp gaze, ready to pounce at any moment. You can’t help but squirm. He finally breaks the silence by letting out a soft sigh of his own, arms stretching to rest on top of his desk.

“I can tell you’re nervous and that’s partially my fault for bringing you here in such short notice.” He explains, offering you a sympathetic smile that has you instantly deflating and letting out a small chuckle of your own as you shake your head.

“It’s really no problem, sir,” you say, intertwining your fingers together to keep them from shaking as you offer a small smile, “just caught me off guard that’s all.”

He hums, eyes flickering down to your hands before they’re finding yours again. “Just John, sweetheart. You’ll be working with us soon enough so there’s no need for formalities.” He simply states, grabbing a folder from underneath his desk as he slides it towards you.

Us? What was that supposed to mean?

You break eye contact to look at the manilla folder in front of you. Mouth opening and closing like a fish with how hard it is to form words as you try to process his. “I-I’m sorry, sir— I mean John,” you stutter out, grabbing the folder in your hands and opening it to flick through the pages. “I don’t think I quite understand what you mean..” you drag the last part, your eyes catching onto something that has you stopping mid sentence.

“Request to transfer for the following recipient.”

It takes you a moment to read through all the pages, John’s own watchful gaze still on you as he lets you take in the details of his unexpected proposition. Taking a deep breath, you close the folder and set it back down once you’re finished. The man in front of you seems to be unaffected by the situation, a neutral expression on his face as he stares at you.

“We’ve went through all your records and heard all great things about you.” He assures you, your ears warming up at his praise while mumbling a small thank you. “It was really a last minute decision and I apologize for that. Our previous assistant has recently moved to another department and we took it as an opportunity to find a new set of extra hands.”

You nod to show your understanding, your eyes finding it hard to stay put on his face as he talks with that voice of his. Eyes lingering down to his beard, tie, the expand of his chest and the cuff of his sleeves. You flinch once he taps his finger against the hard table, eyes flicking back to him.

“Sorry.!” You squeak out, an amused eyebrow raised on his face as he stares at you. “Thought I lost you there for a moment. I know it must be a lot to take in right now but please, think about it.”

Everything after that is a blur, John leads you out of his office with his palm hovering over the span of your back as he wishes to hear back from you soon, leaving you with a sticky note between your fingers with his contact information in it, holding it tightly even when you get back to your station.

“What happened? Are you in trouble? Oh, please don’t tell me you got laid of—” Stella rushes, a worried look on her face once you return, her hands squeezing at your shoulders as you stop her rambling.

“Stella— no, I didn’t get laid off,” you say as relief washes over your friend, “I um, got a promotion?”

Stella’s eyes widen at that, a big smile stretching over her lips as she brings you into a tight hug. A small oof passing through your lips at the tight embrace, Stella congratulating you before she’s pulling away from you with furrowed eyebrows. “Don’t tell me you didn’t accept it.”

A pin could drop and you would hear it with how quiet it goes between the two of you as you stare at her with a guilty look. “Did you fall on your way here or something? What the hell, babes!” Your friend declares with bewilderment, flicking your forehead in which you respond with a small yelp as you rub the tender skin.

“Hey! He told me to think about it,” you defend yourself, letting out a soft sigh of your own as you sit back on your chair, the palm of your hand resting against your cheek, “I think he could tell I was close to disintegrating with how nervous I looked.”

Stella lets out a small snort at that, her own arms crossing against her chest as she stares at you, a look in her eyes that just screams spill. “He offered me to be his secretary,” you explain, avoiding eye contact as you start to type the last of your email you were working on before you were unexpectedly interrupted, “said that his recent one left to another department, permanently from the looks of it.”

Stella lets out a hum of her own, her chair squeaking as she moves closer to your desk. “So, what now? Going to leave little old me to fend for myself while you have all the fun?” She says, wiggling her eyebrows at you that might as well imply that you’re about to slide into your superiors pants.

You scoff at that, giving her a deadpan look of your own as you knock your heel against her leg, a small giggle of hers hitting your ears as she returns to her space. “Fine, fine! I’ll stop, but you should give him an answer before it’s too late.” She suggests, standing up as she mentions something about needing more copies before she’s running off.

The day painfully passes at a slow pace, eyes becoming dry and stinging from exhaustion the more you stare at the monitor in front of you. Stella had left long before you and her being so considerate, wanted to wait for you. You rushed her out before she could protest, telling her to get rest and that you needed to finish off some last reports.

Which was a lie, you had finished all your tasks long before your shift was over. There were a few people still lingering around but for the most part, it was practically empty which gave you the time to ponder and fiddle with the sticky note in your hand.

You don’t know why it’s taking you so long to give John a proper response. Nerves heightening every time you think of the man and the way he looked at you. It’s almost embarrassing to think about your superior in such ways, shaking your head to clear any bad thoughts once Stella words repeat themselves in your ear. It was a great offer, beyond great in fact which is why there’s an annoying itch in your brain that finds the whole situation strange.

You sit around for another good minute, checking the clock only to see that you’re thirty minutes past your official departure time.

Taking a deep breath, you scoot your chair, typing out the information from the small piece of paper into your computer as you click on a small icon.

You really hope you won’t regret this decision later on.

a/n: hi guys!! this is a bit rough around the edges since I have no idea how corporate jobs work but please lmk if I need to fix anything! I hope ya’ll enjoy it !

[heartyluv]

Hiiii I have a little request/inspo for you if you would like it 😚🤲🏽 As I was reading your camboy fics (I am obsessed btw), I couldn't stop thinking about reader being the one who maybe has an onlyfans or sells things like her panties for money 👀 And perhaps caleb is her #1 fan because we all know he loves panty sniffing. Then maybe a dash of his usual yandere/stalker tendencies ensue because he believes he's the only one of your fans who truly appreciates you. Idk, maybe there's nothing more to explore here, but I needed to share with you bc I know you will pick up what I'm putting down

- @asiatic-apple

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Note: Thank you for the lovely idea. I hope this meets your expectations!

Creds to @/omi-resources & @/anitalenia for the dividers!

Rating: Explicit - !!Minors DO NOT Interact!!

Warning: Smut, Caleb basically pays to sleep with you, He’s a little bit of a creep LOLL, Panty fucking, He’s been in your apartment without your knowledge, Sex on camera.

Word Count: 2,708

Summary: Caleb is obsessed with his precious camgirl.

Stalker!Caleb/Camgirl!Reader

Finding you fundamentally changed Caleb’s life. He never thought he’d be the type of man to pay for the things he’s paid you for, but here he was, almost ten grand deep, paying you to see the most beautiful things he’s ever had the luxury to lay his eyes on.

When he found you, he thought you were a simple content creator, just a pretty girl who likes to do live streams for fun. When someone initially starts looking through your page, they find you reacting to movies and tv shows, playing popular video games, and even showing tips and tricks on how you take care of your hair.

He thought you were cool, but you didn’t do things he thought he’d be interested in watching. Until he found the tab that said 18+ Only - Must Pay To Enter. That was what hooked him like a hungry fish. And you weren’t cheap, he liked that. Just to enter was $100. He wasn’t ashamed when he put his card information in without hesitation, because he was gifted with the glorious sight that was you.

Videos of you playing with your pretty pussy, using toys and your fingers to please yourself, and images of you bent over, spread open, was what captivated him. He’ll never forget the first time he joined your explicit live for the first time. People were gifting you so much cash—hundreds.

Your highest payment was almost two grand, and he understood why anyone was putting money in your pocket just to see you come. He’s never come so hard in his life when he watched your slender fingers slip in and out of your wet hole. The way you bit your lip, the way your eyes rolled back, the way you creamed so beautifully… he needed more.

He didn’t give a damn how much anyone was paying you. They would never, ever, appreciate you the way he does. They would never value such beauty and art like he did with you. And because of that, he has to keep you.

So he took it upon himself to find where you lived. Being a colonel offered him access to technology to be able to easily do things like this. And when he found that you lived only forty five minutes away, he knew the universe was hitting him in the face with destiny.

The first time he came to your home was when you posted an announcement, saying you’d be gone for the next two weeks for a quick family emergency. It was absolutely perfect, and he spent time in your apartment like it was his own. Getting inside was incredibly simple, too. With a simple summon of his gravity evol, he was turning your lock and stepping inside.

He only went during the night time after he got off work and drove nearly an hour every time to be able to figure out who you were. He found all the information he needed; pictures, birth certificate, important documents, journals. He knew you. All he needed was for you to see him so that the relationship he craved could come into fruition.

During his visits, he found your stash of toys that he frequently watches you come on. He even saw the light pink pillow he paid you to hump for $800 while you moaned his name, something he paid you an extra $50 to do. He ended up humping that same pillow himself in your bed his first night, smelling your essence and becoming terribly aroused at the fact that he was in the same place that you fill that hot cunt with everything but him.

After he found your empty laundry hamper, he frowned to see that you took it upon yourself to wash your clothes before you left. But then when he discovered your pantry drawer, all bets were off. He took two pairs for himself, rummaging through the rest to see the red lace pair that you wore before you peeled them down your soft legs to rub your needy clit against the material of the pillow.

He jerked off with that same pair for three days before they became an unusable mess. The way the lace material glided against his cock, the image of them squeezing against your fat pussy and sinking into your pillowy lips was all he needed to come hard and fast every single time.

Caleb was addicted in a way that motivated him. He ended up paying you for so many private videos that he became your top contributor. You knew him by name, but you didn’t know him. And he wanted to change that.

So when you returned from your trip, he proposed an idea to you that he was taking a risk on, but he figured it was the only way to put himself in your life without you suspecting anything.

Sending you a message, he said: Hello, beautiful. It’s Caleb. I want to ask you for something that I know will make you hesitate, but for you, I can be a patient man. I want you so much. It’s in a way that even I can’t understand. So, I’m offering you $5,000 to let me fuck you. I will make sure you have all my information, as well as recently completed tests. Your safety and peace of mind means that much to me. I’m waiting. I always will.

When you read it, you were absolutely thrown off. But you were intrigued, most of all. You’d never been paid by a fan with so much money all at once, nor has any of them had audacity to ask you for such a thing. You should be disturbed, unnerved. But your pussy was throbbing in your pants at the thought, at his…confidence.

So, you sent him a reply and you said yes. He sent you the money immediately with interest. And like he said, all his information was sent to you, down to his address and test results to confirm that he was clean. You did the same out of courtesy, but you had to admit. This was a lot. But it was a lot in the sense that you couldn’t help but find out what would happen.

You let him come to your apartment and sent him directions. It was silly to Caleb, in fact it made him smile. He knew how to get to you three different ways without navigation. He would always know how to get to his pretty girl.

And when he saw you face to face for the first time, he didn’t know what kept him upright, but he thanked it because his knees almost buckled at your gorgeous face. His breath grew ragged as he stared you down. From the tight t-shirt and shorts to the way your doe eyes looked up at him, he knew that you would always belong to him. And you didn’t even know it yet.

“It’s so nice to see you,” he said softly.

“Likewise,” you smiled. Caleb had sent you a picture of him before you agreed, but it didn’t do him any justice. This man was ethereal. “Please, come in.”

Was it crazy to let a stranger in your house to fuck you? Absolutely. You knew that. But Caleb wasn’t a stranger. You’d find that out soon enough.

“I’m sorry,” you huff out a laugh once he’s inside and you shut the door. “I don’t mean to be nervous. I just don’t exactly know how to go about... starting? I’ve never done anything like this.”

He looks around the familiar space, loving how you don’t know a fucking thing. He wonders if you’ve smelled him in your sheets or noticed your missing panties yet.

“It’s okay,” he assures. What he really wanted to say was that he knows. He’s read your journals and learned that you’re more shy than you are extroverted.

“Would you like me to help? I’m more than happy to make your pussy wet,” he says lustfully with hooded eyes.

Your eyes widen, thrown off by the filthy words from a man who looks and seems like a sweet puppy. You clear your throat, not trusting your voice to speak for you and just nod.

He walks up to you, his muscles rippling beneath his white shirt. You look up at him as his hands start to feel on your plush body. If only you could read his mind, you’d understand how fucking ecstatic he was right now.

Feeling you for the first time was like winning the lottery. He couldn’t stop the soft groan that came out of him when he felt how your plump ass filled his strong hands, how you gasped when he pulled you close to inhale your scent that he already knows so well.

Vanilla and a mix of lavender. He ended up buying the same bottle of perfume you love and kept it at his house for when he missed you.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks sweetly.

“I’d like that…”

He kisses your jaw first, using your ass to push you into him as if you couldn’t be any closer. You feel his cock, but only a little through his jeans. And he’s hung—thick.

“Thank you for letting me be here,” he bites your ear. “You don’t know how special you are to me.”

You don’t say anything, whimpering at the soft smooches he trails down the side of your neck. You honestly just think it’s sweet talk and lust, but for him? This is love.

When he finally sticks his tongue in your mouth, all the gentleness he intended to use is gone. He’s ravishing you, making you lose your breath as he sucks on your lips like a sweet treat. He bites them, licks them to soothe the pain, before doing it all over again as you cry into his mouth.

“Where’s your phone?” he mumbles against your lips.

“What?” you ask frazzled.

“Your phone. So we can stream this for your page.”

“Caleb…” you take a moment. “I don’t know if that’s—”

“Let me fuck you on camera, baby. Please.. I’ll make you feel so good. I want everyone to see it.”

“This isn’t a game. For your safety—”

“I don’t give a fuck about me. Just tell me yes..” he cuts you off, and pleads as he plays with the hem of your shirt.

You find yourself succumbing to him often, more than you’d like to admit because you bring your phone to him and he props it up on your kitchen counter that has a view of your couch.

You’re so wet that you can feel it with every step you take. You start the live for him and he’s so happy to see the hundreds of people flood in, enjoying their curiosity.

iluv2cum: Who is that?? 👀

ForDaFanss: Is this a surprise collab?

here4fun: Omg, is this your boyfriend?

Go0nCr3w: SURPRISE LIVE!?!!?

With you two in frame, he doesn’t waste anymore time. He’s about to show everyone who you belong to and his cock is more than ready.

You whimper as he flips you, bending you over the back of your couch. Your hips sway side to side, whining when the cool air wisps against your wet pussy when he tugs your shorts and panties off. He makes you come out of them completely, taking the panties and bringing them to his nose. Your pussy clenches when you look behind you him to see him deeply inhale the baby blue lace like your scent gives him life. This is what he was looking for.

He puts them in his back pocket, undoing his belt buckle and zipper to get his cock out. He’s never been so hard.

He slaps your ass with his length, the echo and sting of colliding flesh making you leak. You feel him bring himself between your lips, moving back and forth in between them without slipping inside.

You gasp. “Holy fuck…You’re big...”

He smiles, letting the tip touch your clit to make your back arch. “Push back for me, baby. Let me in.”

You toot your ass up and push back like he wants. And as your hole is being stretched by his fat cock, when you hear how soaked he’s really made you, you cry out so loud that you’re sure you’ll get a noise complaint.

Pushing into you for the first time is what he can only equate to heaven. This is going to be his for life.

He’s not gentle, he can’t bring himself to be. He grips your hips hard as he watches his cock get covered in your juices, watches how he effortlessly slides in and out of you.

He looks at the phone to see the mass influx of likes and fluttering hearts across the screen. Knowing that they’ll never get what he’s keeping makes him fuck you even harder.

“You suck me in so fucking good,” he coos. “I knew you would. I knew you were made for me.”

“Yes…” you whimper as you grip onto the couch. “Fuck, right there, Caleb…”

“You feel me in your stomach, don’t you? That’s where I’m meant to be. Deep inside you,” he rolls his hips so you really feel every inch. “We compete each other. It’s about time you found that out.”

Your tits press against the couch, the rough thrusts making your hard nipples grind against it beneath your shirt. He’s captivated at the way your ass bounces against him, showing how good you take him like you’re supposed to be.

“Arch it more for me, pretty,” he guides you, pressing his palm to your back. “Take your cum, let me put it where it’s supposed to be.”

His commands make tears form in your eyes as you get ready to take his load. You’ve never felt a cock like this, never felt such power like him. “Caleb…I’m gonna come…”

“I know,” he says breathlessly, stopping for a moment and spitting where you’re connected, watching how his saliva mingles with all the fluid. Then he’s moving again as you clench over and over to suck him back in. “Let me take you there. I’ll be the only one doing it from now on.”

The way he talks like he owns you should scare the shit out of you. Instead, it makes you match his thrusts as he pulses deep inside of you. His fat tip kisses your cervix over and over and over, and when he presses his hand on the back of your neck to keep you down as you take him, you finally come.

“That’s it,” he grunts. “Let them see who makes you cream.”

The way he takes you is being captured for so many to see, and that’s exactly what he wants. No more will you be alone—because he’s here.

You scream his name, grabbing the couch like it feels impossible to ground yourself. When his thick cum spills into you shortly after, you feel how it leaks down your inner thigh as you shake from the intense pleasure.

He gently rocks his hips to push his cum deeper and all that’s heard once he stills is both of you breathing heavily. He pulls out slowly, making you hiss and miss the way he filled you. He then goes to grab your phone to see that the views went from hundreds to thousands, more than he’s ever seen when he watched you. He flips the camera so they get a good shot of your leaking hole.

“This is mine,” he whispers, running his thumb down your lips and smearing his spend. He grasps his cock that’s still half hard, using the tip to rub it all around like he’s staking his claim.

“Fuckk..” he says deeply as some of it leaks to the floor. “If she didn’t know it before, she knows now. And so do all of you.”

He abruptly ends the stream, leaving everyone wet, hard, aching, and confused.

“I meant what I said.” You jolt and cry at the overstimulation when he puts his cock right back inside of your raw and sensitive pussy.

“You and I own each other. Thank you letting me in. Because now,” he leans down and kisses your shoulder.

“You’re never getting rid of me.”

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

"oh wow, you're even pudgier than i thought !"

shouto looks up from the photo album to look up at you, his expression barely betrays how confused he is. he raises a brow.

"...is that a good thing ?"

"mhm." that's all you say. shouto decides not to ask for more. you flip another page, squealing in surprise when you see another baby picture of your boyfriend.

"holy shit, just look at those cheeks--"

"it's not that bad." he grumbles slightly, feeling a bit insulted (and secretly a little embarrassed.)

"your head is massive !" you laugh, your boyfriend pouts slightly at you sitting next to him on the floor of his living room. usually, he's not out here much but he likes being here with you.

today though, not as much. he curses touya for ever telling you the location of this cursed item. then again, he should've known.

"if you're gonna keep making fun of me i'd rather we put this away."

"no, no !" you yelp, squeezing the book close to your chest when he reaches for it "i'm not making fun of you, honest ! you're just so cute it makes me wanna squeeze you silly." you squish his cheeks and he visibly relaxes, like a cat.

"you already do that, angel." shouto sighs.

"baby you, i mean. i wish i could've met you when we were younger, we would've been the best of friends."

shouto's eyes soften then, leaning into your touch "i'm sure we would've been, love. but i'm glad i'm not just friends with you now, at least."

"always so smooth.." you pick the album back up, shuffling through some more pages and laying down on your back with a groan. shouto lays down on his back next you, always wanting to be closer now that you'd let go of his face. there's some pictures of him and his siblings as babies that make you laugh, like the one of his oldest brother sitting on top of him while he's red faced and in tears, touya holding a casual peace sign at the camera. (shouto scoffs under his breath when he sees it, like he remembers some kind of incident)

you land on a picture that makes you pause. it's a picture of him on his mom's lap, he's showing her a toy car and looks like he's describing it in great detail. his mom looks down at him so softly, with a sweet smile on her face while she listens to what you imagine is a very riveting monologue.

it makes you pause, and it makes your heart squeeze. shouto is quiet next to you.

"hey, it's your mom."

your boyfriend hums in response "she's been asking after you."

you smile, "tell her i miss her next time you visit, okay ?" and he hums again. you're really inspecting the picture and you realise--

"y'know, you like a lot like your mom."

shouto's breath gets caught in his throat. he's silent and he wants to speak but his throat feels clogged, he forces his voice to come out anyway, it comes out quiet, surprised, and almost..meek.

"...really ?"

you don't notice his change of tone, happily continuing "yeah, yeah! especially..." you trail off, flipping back a few pictures to another one with both his parents and him tucked behind his mother's leg as he takes his first day of grade school picture in his cute little uniform.

"yeah, here! especially in this one !" you point. shouto leans in some more, and he searches around for any resemblance because frankly, he doesn't think he sees it much. other than the color of his eye and strands of his hair he can't seem to find anything.

being your own person is nice, but you'll always have something that likens you to the people that brought you in the world. and shouto had been told so often by people who didnt know any better (or maybe some did) that he resembled his dad; his quirk, his face, his gaze; it always went back to him. him, him, always him. at some point in his life it made him genuinely sick, but he's learned to live with it now.

but you, you see his mom. in his cheekbones, in the shape of his eyes and in the way that he smiles "pretty like his mommy", apparently. even tracing his features and nodding, so sure of yourself, calling him a total "mama's boy".

and shouto can't help but be honest, "i don't really see it..." he trails of shyly. his heart burns.

but you're going through hell and high water to convince him otherwise. like he's crazy for not seeing it even though all he's been seeing was the aftermath of the man who had ruined his family. you point out how rei's little dimple matches his and how his voice is soft and airy like hers. they both have the same preferences and specific mannerism that he himself hadn't even noticed. and he can't help but smile.

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[heavensgaze]

fanart for some clangen // warrior cat comics i've been very into lately !! all of the blogs will be linked below the cut.

PLEASE go check all of them out if you haven't.

Lilac is from @mammoth-clangen - your comic has been on my reading list for ages now and when someone suggested Lilac for this it gave me the perfect opportunity to sit and read. i love the choice to write in first person from the perspectives of the characters. it creates a really intense emotional weight in the story. your art is also just SO stunning. your environment and background work is to die for. Lilac is such a good character. he has this quiet dignity around him that i really love in a character.

Coalfrost is from @rainy-wc - rain has heard me gush about shoreclan and The Watchful Eyes of the Sea so so much already but that's not going to stop me from doing it here too. the atmosphere of the comic is so mysterious and bleak in the best way. the way you write the dialogue really feeds into the culty energy, with everything seeming so innocent on paper but also so incredibly guarded that something must be going on. i love the jagged shapes and the use of color so much too. you know i love coalfrost... i can't wait for people to see more of her.

Flowerdaisy and Rapidpaw are both from @sunclan-rising - i fell in love with your art the moment i saw it. i love the vibrant colors and sharp lines, and how varied each character's shapes are. it gives them so much personality. seeing what happened to little rapidpaw broke me, and then i remembered that flowerdaisy is practically a kit herself at 18 moons??? i can't imagine how this is weighing on her, and can't wait to see where it goes from here. (also sorry for flopping and calling them peakpaw... a classic jj L, i fear TT_TT)

Greenberry is from @fallenclan - i've probably read through fallenclan in its entirety four or five times at this point. i ADORE the way you draw cats, and the longevity of the comic is such an inspiration to me. i think one of the coolest things about fallenclan is how everyone seems to have their favorite little background character, regardless of their relevance. you're so good at making every single character have so much personality, even if they only show up once or twice. greenberry is my personal fav!! people who know me will know that a character having "green" in their design (or name, in this case) is a surefire way to my heart. she's MY clairvoyant little sweetie...and i was so excited to see her get her new accessory.

Leapmist is from @ask-littleclan - first off... it was SO hard deciding which littleclan cat to draw. your character designs are so next level and inspiring to me!! and the comic is BEAUTIFUL??? the colors are so tasty and the way you use all of the space on each page is insane. like i can only aspire to have that level of visual interest. i chose leapmist because i LOVE how pointy they are, and i figured they deserve it considering their new promotion. i'm so very excited to see where the story goes, and i hope you're able to get lots of rest and that the new term goes super smoothly for you!

Yewstar is from @righteous-pines - if it's not very obvious from the content of gardenclan, i LOVE a story about religion. i'm very excited to see where your comic goes, especially since it starts with this guy losing a life? his design is SO fun. i love a grumpy old man, and his spiky fur and beard are such good details. i am such a big fan of how you draw cats, especially the really round ones. it's SO fun. and the detail and backstories you've given everyone are crazy intriguing.

Doll is from @ask-graveclan - i was torn between drawing doll and whispstar (I LOVE GREEN CATS!) but doll's design is kind of everything to me. every single cat in this clan is breathtaking. seriously. i could look at your art all day? graveclan is so full of mystery and intrigue... i need to know who killed this absolute SWEETIE. i hope her and sunpaw stay safe as they investigate... i'm also so invested in their little ghost romance too...

Siltsplash is from @loudclan-clangen - i've actually made fanart for loudclan before. it feels like ages ago now, but i don't think i would have gone down the clangen comic rabbithole at all if i hadn't found loudclan. it's SO special to me. Siltsplash and Wildfirecry are my faves, but since i've drawn the latter before, Silt was the obvious choice :3 i LOVE them so much and they've suffered more than christ on the cross... i love their relationship with their adopted sons, and their relationship with owlstar, even if i think they should be allowed to throw rocks at him forever. your art is so charming. i love the way you draw cats and i love how expressive everything is. your ability to convey emotion not just through their faces but through colors and framing is SO impressive to me. and the worldbuilding you've done is also so good. it's such a fresh take on the warrior cats formula. you are one of my biggest inspos for Our Garden Under Heaven. i'm SO excited to see where this story goes... and scared. but mostly excited!!

i'm so sorry that i'm incapable of being brief, but i hope you all know how much i love and appreciate your art!! thank you for doing what you do!

[miajooz]

here me OUT

ellie teases the reader and edges her too much so she gets up and locks herself in the bathroom to finish the job herself. ellie begs at the door for her to forgive her and let her do it. the rest is up to youuuu

Give it to me, Baby ⋆˙⟡

warnings ⋆˙⟡ Smut (obviously) multiple orgasms, masturbation (both), fingering (r!receiving), strap use (r!receiving), thigh riding (e!giving), edging, worshiping, praise, swearing. SUBTOP!ELLIE

wc ⋆˙⟡ 7.2k

Ellie was never really one to deprive you of pleasure—no, that wasn’t her style at all. In fact, seeing you shaking and writhing in pleasure was her favorite sight. Maybe because she loved the way your jaw went slack, or maybe because she loved the fact she made you react that way. Regardless, she was dumbed down to a complete fool who loved watching you crumble when she made you feel like you were on another planet.

Though, it wasn’t in a freak-dominant way you may think—it was different. Ellie enjoyed the fact that she could make her girlfriend feel so good, that came with the visual aspect of seeing you orgasm. It proved that not only could she love you, but she could please you as well

Ellie was a slut for hearing you egg her on. She loved when you made requests, told her what made you feel best—anything of that nature. Hearing you tell her how good she made you feel could make her finish from the littlest amount of friction—differing from your situation, where you were stuffed with her fingers or strap.

She thought about edging before, but felt as if it would be too cruel. Of course it sounded hot in retrospect—but it still wasn’t her style.

Yet when she heard you ask her to do it, she couldn’t resist you. Sure, it sounded a bit strange—but trying and wanting new things was only natural! Especially in sex where it’s more fun that way. So, she agreed.

How Ellie got carried away with this new idea was completely beyond her. She did it once, hot enough! You were ready to finish now, in fact, you were losing your mind from the first time she ripped your orgasm away.

Second time? Thats fine..maybe she felt as though she should build your pleasure up as much as she could. Torturous but fair.

Third time? Okay, now you really needed to cum. This was getting to be far too much. The first two times were already to much—yet she kept it pushing. She kept depriving you of that release you craved with every fiber of your being.

Fourth time—you were in shambles. By this point you were crying from how badly you wanted to finish. Your wetness was all over your thighs, your ass, the bed, and even Ellie. She seemed to feel bad for edging you four fucking times, her hand had reached down to cup your cheek tenderly. But you were not having it, the need to feel that tension in your lower abdomen snap was much stronger than any other feeling. There was stronger feeling in your hold, all the blood rushed down and made it all the more torturous.

That’s how you found yourself locked in the bathroom, sitting on the floor by the tub with your fingers between your thighs. You were circling your clit with a little too much desperation, all you could think about was how amazing you’d feel when you came.

But it wasn’t peaceful—Ellie was outside the bathroom door. She was knocking on it desperately, her voice sounded needy and guilty. You could practically see the remorse on her face, even though she was behind a closed door. You just knew what her expression looked like, it was all panicked—her eyes filled with a deep kind of yearning.

And you were right.

You tried to tune it out, but even when you shoved two fingers inside yourself and the sound of squelching echoed through the room—her voice was louder.

“Baby, please. I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll let you cum. Please just come out here.” she pleaded, knocking softly on the door. She felt absolutely terrible for getting ahead of herself, but she just couldn’t help it.

The way you would desperately rut your hips against her finger after every time she ripped an orgasm away from you was absolutely intoxicating. It was unfair and dangerous how much that turned her on.

So, yeah—she got carried away. But she was ready to make up for it, she wanted to make you cum as many times as she didn’t let you. Four times was a bit greedy and ridiculous. But she had a strap, a tongue, and a desperate, psychological need to please. A need she couldn’t just shove down, she was in shambles too.

How could she cope with the loss of not seeing you cum? No, that was too much. The thought alone made her voice even more distressed and her knocks a bit louder.

“I’m sorry, I swear I’ll make you feel so good. I’ll give you the best orgasm of your life—the best four orgasms of your life!” she pleaded, trying her absolute hardest to coax you off the bathroom floor and into her arms. “I’ll never put you through that again, I’ll fuck you until you’re limp. Just how you like.”

Her words had almost the opposite effect, the way she was begging to fuck you and make up for her actions—or lack there of—made your fingers move faster and your breathing become more labored. Ellie could hear it, she could hear the way you were getting yourself off. Maybe if you came once, you’d give her more at her own hands.

So, she kept talking.

“Please, I need you so bad. You wanna feel good, yeah? I can give it to you, baby.” she begged, only lightly knocking on the door now so you could hear every single word. Or maybe so she could hear your choked out gasps and the way your chest heaved.

You let out a pathetic moan, the type of moan that crawled its way out of your throat when you thought you could keep it in. But it wasn’t a secret what you were doing.

Not when the humiliating, wet, sloshing sounds coming from your pussy were bouncing and echoing off the walls. The sound was all around you, but you tried to imagine it was Ellie doing this to you. You tried to pretend she was finally satisfying you, and the voice in the background was her talking you through it.

So yeah, it wasn’t secretive.

Not when the sound of your sweet moans made Ellie reach down her own pants and work at her own clit.

Not when the sounds coming from that bathroom were downright dangerous, downright torturous to your pathetic girlfriend outside.

Not when she was touching herself to the fact you were touching yourself. It’s crazy how things like this come to be when two people are horny enough. Or maybe it’s because you were both deprived in a way—a differing way, sure, but you were both struggling with a desire to have each other.

“Please, please. I need to see you cum, I jus’ wanna see it.” she pleaded, her voice sounded all breathy and nearly whiney. “Fuck, please. I’ll do anything you want me to. Anything.”

You let out a particularly loud moan, getting off on her words so much to the point of insanity. Who knew such deprived horniness and breathy dirty talk could have such a big effect. Maybe it didn’t, but after being refused an orgasm four times—it didn’t take much to affect you.

Ellie cursed under her breath, two fingers working at her own dripping pussy, maybe that’s the thing you didn’t differ in. She was pumping her fingers in and out of her sopping hole, other hand on the door for support. She was a mess, sweat dripping down her forehead, both her fluid and the leftover coating of yours mixing inside her cunt, her jaw slack—it was a sight, but not one you could see behind a closed door.

But surely you could imagine, right? Surely that got you off—a lot.

“I can fuck you with my fingers first, I’ll make you cum so hard and stretch you out so good. You’ll be seeing stars, I promise.” she tried to assure you, both your fingers working desperately in your own pussies, buried knuckle deep. “And I’ll do it right. Since—since you’ll cum, You know?”

What a dork. God, you were in love. You also knew she was stumbling over her words from fingering hers led so aggressively. You could hear the wet wounds through the door.

Then she continued, “You’ll be all stretched out, right? Then maybe I can fuck you with the strap—any position you want. I’ll give it to you, baby, I’ll give you anything.”

You were a hot mess by this point, such vulgar words pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel a tight coil in your stomach, your breathing becoming heavier as you only got closer.

But Ellie just kept talking, continuing her ramble in description about how good she’d make you feel if you came out of that bathroom. “Please let me fuck you properly. I’ll clean you up afterwards—then you’ll cum again!” she breathed out, her breathing just as labored as yours. she was close too, filtering her mind into an even filthier state than before. “I can make it up to you, i can stuff you so good and so full.”

“So full you will miss it when you’re empty, please, please, please.”

That was the last straw, all the remaining strings holding you together had snapped, had been overwrote by a shudder of bliss that overtook your entire body. With the perfect, most calculated, but also desperate pump and curl of your fingers, you reached said bliss.

“F-fuck, Els!” you cried out, as if she was the one with her fingers stuffed inside your cunt. You wished she was, you missed those veiny, long fingers that gave you a one way ticket to heaven when she used them.

Ellie wasn’t far behind, hearing the sound of you coming undone threw her over the edge. She desperately bucked her hips against her hand, her fingers hitting that rougher spot inside her, abusing it until the overwhelming feeling of her orgasm shot through her. She rode it out, moaning like a bitch in heat and letting her palm bump against her swollen clit perfectly.

The both of you remained in your places for a moment, chests heaving and minds clouded. It took a bit for you finally come to your senses, the aftershocks hitting you like a bodily reset, it felt like the cogs in your mind were all stuck in place as you sat on the back room floor—back arched and pussy stuffed with your own digits.

You managed to scoot forward a bit, reaching your hand up to the doorknob. With a small flick of the wrist, you unlocked the door.

That click was all Ellie needed, it snapped her out of her partial jelly-brained state. With a pathetic gasp, she opened the door, poking her head in to make sure she wouldn’t hit you with the hard wood.

The sight before her made her moan, her breath coming out in small pants and her face soft but utterly needy. “Oh, baby. You’re such a mess.” she coaxed standing over you but eventually crouching down to where you were.

You let out some sort of whimper—as if you were trying to speak but unable to because of the short circuiting of your brain cells. Ellie grabbed your wrist gently, slowly pulling it away from you. Your fingers followed, they were pulled out of your soaked pussy with a coating of fluid that said enough in itself.

When your hole was left empty, you were snapped out of your thoughts. Furthermore, when Ellie put one hand on your back, and her other arm under your thighs. She lifted you up with ease, looking down at your face. You looked so pretty, she wanted that perfect face to contort into bliss, she wanted to see it.

No, she needed to see it.

Ellie carried you out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, holding you tenderly and steadily against her. She then set you down on the bed with a small groan, almost immediately taking her rightful place on top of you.

Within seconds your lips were connected, the kiss was messy and passionate. Your lips crashed together repeatedly, one hand keeping her propped up and the other on the back of your neck. You wrapped your arms around her, short gasps leaving you every time your lips parted for air or to just deepen the kiss.

Her leg slipped between your thighs, pushing against your cunt softly. You proceeded to rut your hips against the surface of her thigh ever so slightly, she groaned and resisted the urge to straddle you and ride your thigh.

Ellie was kissing you with a need that couldn’t be described in words, only actions. Pornographic, pathetic moans left her as she worked her lips against yours in a way that left you craving more. A way that made you feel like the only thing keeping you in once piece was the death grip she had on you and the feeling of her tongue down your throat.

She pulled away for a brief moment, breaths shaky and cheeks flushed. Her eyes held something familiar in them, she was falling apart just by looking at your face. You had that expression on your face that made her mind fill with the most vile of thoughts. Thoughts she needed to act on.

“Oh, baby. I need you so bad. Can I please finger you again? I’ll be so fucking good to you—just tell me you want it.” she breathed out, her lips practically gravitated towards your neck.

Your fingers tangled in her hair, soft breathes of bliss leaving your throat as you felt her kiss and suck at your throat. “I want it, Els. I need it.”

Ellie’s hands traveled down your body, kneading your breast with her free hand tenderly. She pinched your nipple and bit down on your collarbone particularly hard, making you yelp in response.

She pulled away briefly, offering you a breathy, “sorry,” before continuing. Two fingers rubbed your nipples softly in apology, along with the soft peck of the lips you earned. Eventually she pulled away and paused her abuse on your neck, just to simply stare at you.

Ellie’s eyes were so full of love, so full of emotion, admiration. They were the eyes of somebody who was mesmerized, hypnotized, enamored, all simply from the sight of you. The sight of your flushed cheeks, the hair sticking to your forehead, your naked body, all of it.

She was reminded in moments like these how much she actually needed you. She couldn’t even fathom where she’d be without this. Without you.

“Ugh, I love you so fucking much. You’re so perfect, how did I get so lucky?” she said breathlessly, a moan leaving her as she saw the look on your face. She rolled your nipple between her fingers softly, unable to break eye contact with you.

“Ellie, cmon..” you urged, mainly because you remembered the promises she made to you earlier. You knew she’d be good to you, she always was.

When she didn’t get carried away in the act of edging you, that is.

Ellie said nothing, but her actions were enough. She let her hand slide down your body further, settling them in between your thighs. she caressed the skin of your inner thighs so tenderly you were almost tricked into thinking this would be a peaceful experience.

Until the tips of her middle and ring finger found your bud, you could see the self control and restraint leaving her irises. She let out a breathy sound as she started her circling motions on your clit—moaning as if she was the one receiving it.

All you could do was look at her as her green eyes pierced your own. Ellie couldn’t look away, not when you looked at her like that. Not when there was that softness to your features when she made you feel good, not when she could sit and watch your expressions with every small but purposeful movement.

Ellie was obsessed with that, she could get high off it. Forget weed!

Ellie stoped her fingers for a moment, taking in the whine of protest you let out when she did so. She quickly maneuvered your legs further apart, you could feel her mainly focusing on one for reasons you were oblivious too. She then straightened your leg so it was hanging off the edge of the bed.

“Just hold it there, please. Don’t move, okay?” you were confused when she requested that, until she was sliding her panties down her thighs. You watched in absolute awe.

She held them delicately in her hand, before tossing them aside. Her eyes were on you again, her eyes slightly wide and her lips parted.

“Baby, what are you—�� you tried to ask, but you were cut off when she placed her wet cunt on your thigh. You shivered at the feeling, instinctively bucking your hips a bit and lifting your thigh.

“Oh, fuck!” Ellie moaned breathlessly, she wasn’t expecting that kind of friction since she told you to stay still. She panted softly, her eyebrows knitted together in way that made your neglected hole pulse.

She let her hand find your cunt again, the tips of her fingers trailing up and down your soaked slit. The whole time you held eye contact, the tension was palpable. Even more so when she slowly pushed two fingers inside you, intently watching your face.

You let out a weak sigh, moving your thigh up again so that you were both moaning together. When she curled your fingers and hit that rougher, spongy part inside you, you tilted your head back. A broken moan left your throat, as if your larynx was worn out from how much you were moaning that night. The exhaustion of phantom, pulled away cries of protest when she refused you an orgasm over and over again were lodged in there.

Ellie saw you tilt your head back, to which she immediately grabbed your face with the hand that was holding her up before and forced you to look at her. “No, no, baby. Please let me watch, I need to watch.” she pleaded, starting to pump her fingers in and out of your squelching, embarrassedly, wet hole. “You have the most gorgeous face. Especially when you’re moaning.”

You gently rocked against her fingers, making her soaked cunt slide on your thigh. Ellie’s jaw clenched as the friction in her needy clit was satisfied, she ground her hips on your thigh in response. Broken, needy moans left her as she slid her pussy over her own slick, the feeling was intoxicating and so was the sight. She worked her fingers rougher, faster, everything she could possibly do to make you squirm.

“That’s it, baby. Take it like that, you’re so unbelievably beautiful” she moaned, her eyes trained on the way your jaw went slack. Those fingers of hers were a lethal weapon, a weapon in which could make you a melted mess in a matter of seconds.

Ellie couldn’t help but ramble at the sight of your blissed out face, “Look at you, prettiest face I’ve ever seen. You’re heaven itself, everything you do is so perfect.” she whimpered, roughly fingering you and grinding against your thigh like a creature in heat. “You’re so gorgeous, can you feel the way you’re sucking me in? It’s like you were made to take my fingers. They just fit so well, yeah?”

“I wanna keep them inside you forever. It’s so warm, I can’t get tired of those sounds.”

“Fuckk me..so good, baby. It’s all so good.”

The way Ellie was talking only made you get off even more. The way she was practically worshipping you for just sitting there and letting her finger you was almost too much. Her fingers hit the perfect spot with every thrust. All you could do was take it and listen to her endless ramble.

Your hands were shaking, but you managed to reach them out and place them softly on her ass. Your bodies were so tangled up now, you were in a knot you never wanted to be untied from. You slowly moved her against your thigh, watching the way her lips parted further and her eyes squeezed shut.

“Oh, god. Yeah, s’good, you’re so good to me.” she moaned, you could see the way her face crumbled as she fell apart. But it only made her want to put you in that same state, so she did.

Ellie’s fingers fucked you at a brutal pace. The wet sounds of squelching and your loud moans echoed off the walls. You gripped onto the flesh of her ass, moving her against your thigh and her own slick.

“Shit, Els!” you cried out, squeezing your eyes shut so you couldn’t see the way she intently watched you. You could feel the knot in your stomach forming, your whole abdomen felt tight and strained.

Ellie was in a similar state, she tilted her head back and desperately ground against your thigh. Needy moans crawled out of her throat, the sound of her wet cunt against your thigh and the sound of her working your hole only brought her closer.

Within seconds you were ruined. Your eyes rolled back, jaw slacked even further, pussy clamped so tightly on her fingers it was hard to move—all of it. A loud string of moans were pushed out of you as you came on her fingers, your back arched and your cunt overwhelmed.

Ellie helped you ride it out, but the way your body arched up against her pussy made her hips stutter. One last look at your fucked out face was all it took.

“I love you, you’re so perfect. Im gonna soak your fucking thigh.” she said breathlessly, the last part more high pitched as she threw her head back, her mouth stuck open as a string of curses and cries of your name were moaned like a demand, like a surrender in a way.

Your hands found their way to the arch of her back, fingers digging into the smooth flesh. But her fingers didn’t stop moving, she was too distracted by her own orgasm. You whined and clawed at her back, the overstimulation making your eyes become glossy.

“Ellie, please! Too much, f-fuck!” you cried, you were so overstimulated and sensitive it almost hurt.

When you spoke up, Ellie stopped thrusting her fingers in and out of your tired hole, looking down at you with a blissed out expression. “I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t realize.”

Didn’t realize? Didn’t realize she was still fingering you? That had to be some sort of earth shattering orgasm.

Ellie then pulled her fingers out of you, groaning at the wet sound it made and then the fluid layer covering her skin. She brought her fingers to her lips. sticking her tongue out and kitty licking your juices off her digits.

You watched in awe and utter bewilderment, your lips slightly parted in an attempt to say something—though you were ultimately silenced by the sight of her sliding them into her mouth. She sucked on them as if they were a candy, as if your arousal on them was some delicacy that couldn’t be wasted.

You tried to sit up to have some control in this situation, but she just pushed you back down by your chest.

“I’m not done, baby. Three more, yeah?”

Your eyes went visibly wider. Right, she already told you this. As much as you were flattered, it all sounded exhausting.

But who were you to say no to such a kind offer!

Except you were somebody to worry about it.

“Els, this is too much. We’re both going to get tired. We can pick this up tomorrow, if you’d like.” you offered, worried about her comfort more than the orgasms she owed you.

But she wasn’t even listening. She was off your thigh in seconds, leaning over to slide the drawer open and shuffle though it. You looked down at the slick layer left on your skin, groaning at the sight. It was so dangerous, it was something you adored so much it could be photographed.

Ellie grabbed an army green strap and held it softly in her hands, a stark contrast to what she planned to do to you with the damn thing. She looked at you with a soft smile, immediately shifting her focus towards the strap.

You assumed she was thinking about lube, and chimed in, “I don’t think it’ll need lube, baby. It’s—“

Before you could even fathom what she was thinking about, she put the silicone between her legs. She rubbed her wet cunt on it, getting it all soaked with her own arousal. She even shoved the tip inside herself softly, groaning as her squelching hole sucked it in greedily.

You watched in absolute amazement, your jaw slack in pure bewilderment. The sight made you let out a strained whimper, knowing that her juices would be mixed with yours when she fucked you.

When she pulled the tip of the silicone out of her pussy and examined it, there it was—lubed up with her own natural lubricant. Then, she finally moved to secure it around her waist as if it was routine, as if it didn’t make you start circling your clit as you watched.

You were speechless, how did she still have energy? You were pretty tired, but the sight of Ellie’s focused expression as she put that strap on made your head spin. Not to mention how she hurriedly forced her shirt off and threw it to the side.

You clicked your tongue, your legs still spread and your cunt still a mess, “Ellie, we can—“

“—Baby, I never said I was too tired. I promised I’d give it to you. Just let me make you feel good, yeah?” is all she said to you, her voice firm but reassuring.

Your lips parted in preparation to argue, but you didn’t. Your eyes just traveled down her body, eying the silicone that was harnessed around her hips.

“Unless you’re scared to take it, but that’s another problem we could talk about.” she said, knowing same well that wasn’t the case at all. She was only teasing, she laughed and smiled down at you. lovingly.

Ellie scooted over to you, her eyes trained on your face like usual. She hovered between your legs, shooing your fingers away from your bud and replacing them with her own.

“That’s it baby. Fuck, never seen a prettier pussy, s’perfect.” she coaxed, her voice was mainly a moan. “i’m so fucking obsessed with you.”

You simply let her circle your clit, your eyes locked on hers the entire time. You were too tired to actually start bucking your hips up, so you settled for being less desperate.

Ellie pulled her fingers away from your clit, moving them towards the silicone harnessed to her body. She maneuvered it towards your pussy, the tip parting your folds—like sticky bubblegum being pulled apart. That’s how it was visually, there was so much slick on your cunt that it made everything in that area wet and sticky.

She slowly pushed the tip in, attentively watching the way your facial expression contorted from the pleasure. She loved the way your jaw fell open, or the way you’d squeeze your thighs around her waist.

The way your eyes widened or rolled back as you tried to keep eye contact made her moan every time.

You could feel the stretch of the silicone as she slowly pushed it in, your walls fluttering around it and sucking it in visibly. Her eyes darted between yours and the way your pussy sucked it in so faultlessly. Your jaw went slack, the stretch making your thighs tremble a bit. You felt so full, straps stretched you in all angles, it’s a different kind of fullness.

“Fuck..Els..” you moaned, your voice was all breathy and airy. Airy in the same state that your brain was, all you could think about was her fucking you, her giving you all your orgasms back.

You could feel it, the mixture of her wetness and yours combined. The idea alone made you squirm and pant.

Ellie bottomed out, groaning at the sight of you below her. She bit the inside of her lip, bringing her hand up to gently cup your cheek. “Oh, baby. I stretched you out so good on my fingers, didn’t I? I know you can take this.”

You just stared at her and panted softly, clamping around the still object inside you. With a weak nod, she started actually fucking you.

Ellie started off slow, her thrusts were deep but careful—as if she was handling a delicate ceramic. A delicate work of art, something she needed to care for.

“That’s it, good girl. You’re taking me so well, baby.” she praised, she was being so gentle with you. It was typical, she never wanted to actually hurt you. Especially in such an intimate activity.

Unless you asked, that is.

“So perfect, fuckkk me..” she added, her thrusts starting to pick up in pace and intensity. Once she started she could never hold back. Ellie loved the sounds you made, the sounds your body made. She loved everything about you, in these moments just as much. Your reactions fueled her to do more, please you more, go faster, anything you wanted.

You’re hands scurried to the sheets below you, her thrusts making your lips parted—an exit for those sweet sounds to escape from. Every thrust pulled one out of you, as if she was digging for it purposely. It was like she was searching for those sounds specifically, angling her hips to wherever you moaned the loudest at.

And oh, did she find it.

You shuddered and choked out a needy moan, your eyes nearly rolling back as she hit something astonishing inside you.

“Right there, please!” you pleaded, feeling her set a perfect angle. She hit that spot over, and over, and over again. At first she was softer, trying to really activate the nerves—then she picked up the pace again.

“I hear you, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” Ellie started fucking you at a brutal pace, her thrusts were harsh, deep, fast—everything. You felt like you were going to tear apart, your whole body jolted from each thrust. Pornographic moans left you with every sharp movement, every calculated motion had you writhing and whining.

But her face.

Her face was so soft, her jaw was slack just from watching you take all of her like that. “Take it baby, I love seeing you spread open for me like that.” she panted, moaning at the sight. The strap was slightly rubbing against her clit, making her only thrust more frantically to chase that friction. “Please, please.”

“So perfect, you’re so unreal.” she praised, rambling like she always did when she fucked you. “I’d do anything to see that face of yours when I make you feel good. I’d do anything to make you feel good.”

Your eyes softened at her words, her pace was so brutal but her words were so loving. You were trying to speak or form a coherent sentence, but you were nothing but a moaning, panting, squirming mess.

“Els..” you managed, a breathy tone to your voice. Like the words were forced out of your lungs. One of your hands untangled from the sheets, reaching up to grab Ellie’s.

She immediately noticed and let out a soft, affectionate sigh. She grabbed your hand softly, intertwining your fingers and letting you squeeze her tightly. Her other hand traveled down to your clit, circling it to enhance your orgasm. “I know, baby. You close? Wanna cum for me?”

The way she was speaking to you and fucking you was making that familiar feeling in your stomach return. Her thrusts were powerful and meaningful, her clit getting that mind dizzying friction as well.

Not only was she giving you your orgasms back—she was sharing them with you.

You just whimpered, but Ellie seemed to understand, she didn’t change her pace at all, her hips still angling to hit your g-spot. She leaned down a bit and kissed your neck tenderly, trying to distract you from the humiliating moans leaving her. She gasped for air softly, moaning and huffing in your ear like a dog. “Fucking soak me, baby.”

As she leaned against your chest and pulled you against her, you could feel your nipples rubbing perfectly against hers. The feeling made you both gasp and shudder. This was all you needed. “Oh my god, Ellie!” you cried, the feeling was dizzying.

Ellie was just as loud as you were, her moans were relentless in your ear. She couldn’t even speak, all she could do was pathetically empty out her vocal cords’ only sounds into your eardrums.

“Ellie, Ellie! Fuck, I’m—!” a high pitched moan from your own throat silenced you, making your back arch off the bed and your head tilt back against the mattress. To your surprise—you squirted. The release soaked Ellie’s thighs. A string of curses and Ellie’s name echoed off your lips, trailing on as she helped you ride out your orgasm and helped herself approach her own.

Seeing you finish pushed her, she let out a breathy moan into your ear, squeezing your hand. She could feel it dripping down her thighs. She rubbed her nipples against yours once more and came. Her head was buried in your neck, her lungs pushing out some sort of pathetic noise. A noise she tried to suck in but failed miserably. “Shit, baby!..I love you, I love you..—so much!”

The both of you just stayed like that for a moment, panting and desperately trying to catch your breaths. Ellie hadn’t pulled out yet, she just sat there while your sensitive cunt squeezed the silicone tightly. Her head was buried in your neck, and yours was back against the mattress.

Ellie eventually raised her head, peeling herself away from your sweat covered body so your sensitive nipples could have a break. she looked down at you, cupping your cheek tenderly—even though you weren’t looking at her.

She slowly pulled out, groaning at the soft squelching sound that followed. This seemed to be a common theme. Her hands came down to steady your trembling thighs, one hand gripping the flesh and the other caressing the skin on your right thigh.

Your head was tilted back still in exhaustion, so you couldn’t exactly see what she was doing. She kneeled down over the edge of the bed, moaning at the sight of your soaked, fucked out cunt. “Stay still for me, baby.” she coaxed her breath hitting the wetness coating your poor hole.

You didn’t know what she meant, too dazed to even think. Not until she licked a long strip up your folds, lapping up all the wetness she could in one go. She ended up at your clit, swirling her tongue around the bud and sucking it softly.

You writhed.

A choked cry left your throat as she worked your overstimulated cunt. It was too much, you had just came and she was already trying to pull more out of you. You couldn’t take it, it was too much.

You tangled your fingers in her hair, weak sounds leaving you. With weak efforts, you tried to pull her head away. “Els, please! Give me a second, I can’t take it!”

As soon as Ellie heard that, she unlatched herself from your clit carefully, looking up at you to meet your weak, glossy eyes. She groaned at the sight, a crease between her eyebrows forming at her enamored expression.

“Sorry, baby. Just trying to clean you up.” she soothed, her hand gently caressing your inner thigh again. “Can I please clean you up when you’re ready? I can’t leave my girl all messy. Especially if it’s my fault.”

A weak noise crawled its way out of your throat at the tone she used with you. So soft but so undeniably sultry. All you could do was nod, the words lodged in your throat and filtered into sweet moans instead.

Ellie smiled. She smiled because she still got to eat you out after all of this. That was her favorite thing to do, even if it was more difficult to see your expression that way. The way you squeezed and fluttered around her tongue made it with it every time.

“Just tell me when.” she mumbled, kissing up your inner thigh softly. Her kisses were so soft—until she started biting and trying to leave hickeys and bite marks all over your flesh. Something about seeing those marks in somewhere so close to your pussy made her crazy. She could get herself off just on the memories of it.

She’d occasionally press her tongue against your clit, hearing the way your whines would slowly die down a bit as she waited. Eventually, you assumed you were ready.

“Ellie, I’m—“ she didn’t even let you finish your sentence. She just dived in, licking up your cunt like it was the most delicious ice cream she’d ever had. As if she was trying to devour you whole, make sure the only wetness left on your pussy was her saliva. The saliva that dripped off her tongue as she messily ate you out, as she cleaned you up and left a mess at the same time.

As if you were trading fluids. For your slick, she gave you that saliva.

The saliva you were familiar with. The saliva you could feel when your tongues would swirl around each other when you made out, the saliva she left on your neck, thighs, nipples, pussy—all of it.

Ellie licked up your cunt repeatedly, each swipe was slow but purposeful. Purposeful in the way that made sure her tongue was flat enough to please all the nerves in your clit. The nerves that would make you cum again and just allow her to clean you up again.

She pulled away for a moment, simply staring at your pussy and groaning. Her grip on your thighs adjusted, it was firmer and she even pried them open a bit wider. With ease she pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, giving you some slack so you could wrap your thighs around her head. She loved that warm feeling more than anything.

“Oh, look at that. You taste so good baby, I could stay between your thighs forever.” she said, kissing your clit softly and relishing the way your thighs would squeeze around her head desperately. “Heaven, absolute heaven.”

You still had your fingers tangled in her hair, weakly trying to push her head closer so she would start to please you again. She didn’t fight it, she licked your pussy once more and hummed against it. The vibrations made you weak.

“Fuck, Ellie. You’re so good, so good to me.” you breathed out, gasping at the feeling of her tongue splitting your labia apart, as if she was cracking open a sunflower seed and desperately trying to lap what was inside.

And oh, did she search inside.

Ellie’s tongue pressed at your opening, it was angled downwards as she teased those nerves with the tip of her tongue. Hearing the way you moaned made her continue, though. She pushed her tongue inside, the feeling was just as heavenly as always.

She started to thrust her tongue in and out of your cunt, occasionally pulling out just to suck on your clit. Even though her nose would bump against it, she just liked the way you squealed when she sucked it like a piece of candy.

You were on another fucking planet, after finishing so many times, it was like there were sparks in your body being set off with every flick of her tongue. You thought you couldn’t handle it, but it was too good to refuse. “J-just like that, please, please!”

Your moans egged her on like always, she thrusted and flicked her tongue faster, sloppily eating you out like she was starved. As if she was trying to soak up all the sweetness and juice from you that wouldn’t even satisfy her hunger.

But it satisfied a deeper kind of hunger, a hunger that only you could really satisfy. Maybe she could gaslight herself into thinking your wetness could quench her thirst!

But Ellie’s movements were still relentless, you always wondered how this girl did it. She ate pussy like nobody else could, it was the type of talent that was torture and a blessing for you all at once. You just tugged at her hair softly, thighs squeezing her head as you rocked gently against her face.

She pulled away and laughed for a moment, her chin and nose getting all soaked from your combined movements. “That’s it, sweetheart. Use my face, fucking drench it.” she coaxed, moaning and getting back to work. She found it so cute how you acted when she did this.

Ellie could feel the way your thighs trembled, the way your moans and ruts against your face just got more frantic. You were close, she knew that. She didn’t change her pace or rhythm at all, she didn’t want to ruin your orgasm or bring it on too quickly.

She had already ruined too many orgasms that night. She was almost done paying you back.

With one final thrust of her tongue, you were gone for. You desperately gripped onto her short, auburn hair—trying not to dig your nails into her scalp but failing. “Ellie, Ellie!” you chanted weakly, a sharp cry falling from your lips as you came again.

Your back arched off the bed and your head was glued to the mattress again. Your eyes rolled back dangerously far, your eyes mapping out something in the back of your head you didn’t know was there.

Ellie groaned against your cunt, helping you ride it out. She desperately lapped her tongue against your clenching hole, licking up everything she could. You were panting and twitching, squirming as she kept going. She was making sure she cleaned you up all nice and pleasantly.

You whined and squirmed further, but before you could plead she finally pulled away. She shifted, getting up so she could hover over you and look at your fucked out expression. You just stared at her, the both of you panting.

Ellie moved a strand of hair out of your face, and placed a kiss on your forehead—even though it was sweaty. “You’re so perfect, do you forgive me?” she asked, her juniper eyes falling on yours. “Do you want another one?”

You laughed softly, still trying to pull yourself together after all of that. “I forgave you after the first orgasm you gave me, Ellie. I guess I just have to adore you more.”

Ellie smiled at this like a dork, she loved sweet moments like that afterwards. As if she didn’t just make you scream her name and forget your own—it came off your tongue much softer now.

“How about we actually clean up. You know, in the shower.” she suggested, trying to find your hand so she could hold it.

“Did you not clean me up? Liar.”

Ellie laughed, “Of course I did, baby. But you’re sweaty. Plus I’m not sure you want to just leave my saliva there.”

“Says who?”

“Says me, I’ll help you up, sweetheart.”

tags!! <333 @valeisaslut @eriiwaiii2 @hyperbabes @usuck @haithone @yunaversalluv

A/N i feel as though this is too much LMAO. let me know! enjoy!

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Over My Head - Bob/Sentry

Pairing: Bob/Robert Reynolds/Sentry x Fem!Reader/Superhero

This could technically be a 2nd part to Hard to Measure, but can also be read by itself :)

No warnings xo

You guys have been loving all my Bob content, thank you so much for all the positive feedback!

Bob soared through the thin mountain air, cloak billowing behind him as the compound came into view below—a mess of concrete bunkers nestled between jagged peaks. The night was quiet, stars glittering overhead, but the tension humming through his body said otherwise.

According to intel, the group holed up here was trafficking magical artifacts and powered weapons. Not a great combo.

“Get in, neutralize, and try not to get hurt,” Bucky groaned in his ear.

Bob touched down near the bunker door, boots crunching on gravel. He paused, head tilting. Inside, chaos was already unfolding—yelling, crashes, and distant bursts of power.

“Uh, Buck?” he murmured. “There’s a lot of noise coming from inside there.”

There was a beat of silence.

“I see a heat signature,” Bucky said finally. “But it doesn’t exactly look…human?”

A second later, the bunker door exploded off its hinges.

Bob’s arm shot up on instinct, golden energy wrapping around the metal slab as he hurled it aside. He squinted through the haze—and his heart stuttered.

She was already here.

Y/N.

The same woman who’d knocked him flat on his ass a week ago when they’d first met. She hadn’t broken a sweat—had just winked and walked away, leaving him speechless and bruised. He hadn’t stopped thinking about her since.

Now, she was here—fire in her eyes, power humming around her like a live wire—and she was wrecking the place.

Bob dropped down behind her, just as she melted a soldier’s rifle into a puddle of goo with a lazy flick of her fingers.

“You always crash parties like this?” he called out, stepping over a groaning man.

She didn’t turn, but he noticed her heart rate spike. “Only when I don’t get an invite.”

He grinned. “You’re making quite the mess.”

She finally glanced over her shoulder, eyes catching his with a spark that made something inside him jolt. “I like things messy. More fun that way.”

“I bet you do.”

Her brows arched. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“The first time we met, you destroyed half a city block tossing me around.”

“I was proving a point.”

“Yeah,” he said, smirking. “That I had zero chance of winning.”

Before she could reply, a new group of mercenaries came charging into the room.

She didn’t miss a beat, hurling a wave of telekinetic force that knocked the front line flat. Bob launched forward beside her, slamming his fist into a soldier’s chest and sending him flying.

They moved like they’d trained together for years. Her powers twined with his, pulsing in sync, each movement fluid and sharp. She sent enemies hurtling into walls while he cleared the path with raw, burning force.

“You fight like a wrecking ball,” she called out, ducking under a punch. “No finesse. Just power and prayers.”

Bob laughed, spinning to knock a man out cold. “You fight like a pissed-off ballerina with anger issues.”

She threw him a look over her shoulder. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“It wasn’t one.”

She tossed a grenade back at the sender with a casual flick—boom—and gave him a sly smile. “Are you flirting with me or insulting me?”

“What do you think?”

She smirked. “I think you are, but you’re in way over your head, big guy.”

Before he could answer, something in his gut twisted. His powers sparked as he sensed the threat behind her.

“Y/N—.”

She turned too late.

Bob lunged, grabbing her waist and yanking her into him. Her back hit his chest just as a soldier lunged out of the shadows with a knife, blade flashing. The swing missed her throat by inches as Bob raised his other hand and unleashed a burst of golden light, blasting the attacker into the wall.

The air was thick with adrenaline.

Y/N spun around in his arms and blinked up at him, breath catching. Her body was pressed against his, her hand instinctively gripping the front of his suit. His hand still rested on her waist, fingers curling just a little tighter before he forced himself to let go.

“You okay?” he asked, voice low and rough.

“I had him,” she breathed, not moving away.

“Sure you did.” His grin softened, warm and teasing. “Just figured I’d save your life for balance. You know—after you humiliated me in front of my team.”

Her hand lingered on his chest for a second longer before pulling away. “I was told I had to knock the ‘new strongest Avenger’ down a notch.”

“Careful,” he murmured, stepping closer again, “flattery might get you dinner.”

She arched a brow, lips quirking. “Did you just ask me out?”

“I most definitely did.”

Another wave of mercs appeared, and she sighed, cracking her neck with exaggerated annoyance.

“We finish this first,” she said, power radiating off her. “Then maybe you can buy me that drink—if you don’t trip over another unconscious body.”

He gave a dramatic salute. “Tactical stumble. Very advanced technique.”

They surged forward together—her a blaze of focused chaos, him a golden storm of force. When the last merc fell and the smoke cleared, the compound was silent, not quite in pieces, but pretty damn close.

Y/N stood beside him, wind tugging strands of hair from her face, eyes still glowing faintly.

Bob glanced at her, heart hammering.

“So…” he started, brushing a cut on his cheek absentmindedly, “about that drink?”

She didn’t answer at first—just walked past him slowly, fingertips trailing over his arm in a featherlight touch that made him stiffen in surprise.

Then, over her shoulder, she said with a soft, dangerous smile:

“Why don’t you just take me home, and we see what happens?”

He stared after her, completely gone.

“…I am so in over my head,” he muttered—and followed her without hesitation.

There was a sharp crackle in his earpiece, then Bucky’s voice came through, deadpan and disgusted: “I just heard every word of that, and I want to throw up.”

Bob froze mid-step. Y/N turned around with a curious smirk. “Everything okay?”

Without a word, Bob pulled the earpiece out and dropped it on the ground, then stomped on it with a satisfying crunch.

He looked up at her, grin lazy and sure. “Everything’s perfect.”

[witchslove]

Watch Me

Pairing: Camgirl!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: When Wanda gets an interesting request from one of her viewers, she asks you to help her out.

Warnings: 18+ nsfw content; bottom!wanda, top!reader, piss kink, mentions of smut

A/N: Just a fun little blurb in the camgirl Wanda universe. This fic contains piss kink, you have been warned.

Blurb from “The Camgirl Next Door” | Series Masterlist

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Ever since you and Wanda had made your relationship official, you’d been helping her out with a lot of her streams.

It was new and exciting and it turned both of you on immensely.

Sometimes you’d star in her shows, fucking her on camera for her viewers to see. You never showed your face, however, and Wanda was okay with your decision to remain anonymous.

She also had you help her film content pretty often, finding it even more arousing to have you watching her from behind the camera while she touched herself.

The paid requests were usually pretty tame - viewers wanted to see Wanda edge herself, overstimulate herself, or make herself cum with different toys - and you were glad to help, always enjoying the view that came with it.

One particular request had Wanda feeling nervous to ask for your help.

Someone had asked her to piss on camera. She’d never filmed anything like that before, but she wasn’t opposed to it.

She just didn’t know how to ask you to film it. She didn’t know how you would react either, or how awkward it might be to pee in front of you. You’d made her squirt before, many times at that, but this was different.

There were so many variables that made her nervous, but what really caught her off guard was that the thought of you watching her do it actually turned her on.

She never considered that she might be into such a thing. The thought had never crossed her mind, let alone accompanied by so much arousal. She came to the conclusion that it wasn’t so much the act that turned her on - it was you specifically. The thought of you watching her while she was so vulnerable made her core throb.

Days went by before she finally mustered up the courage to bring it up to you, unsure of why she was so nervous when you were always nothing but understanding.

The two of you were making out on the couch, her in your lap, the movie you’d put on long forgotten, when she decided to take the leap. “Oh, I wanted to talk to you about something,” she started, breaking the kiss. “I got a new request and I need your help with it.”

Your interest piqued at her words. “Go on,” you encouraged, your hands resting on her waist as she spoke.

“It’s kind of a weird request but I think I want to do it, I just can’t really get the camera angle right on my own and you’re always so good at it,” she rambled before stopping to take a breath.

“Someone paid me to pee on camera,” she blurted out, biting her lip immediately after the words left her mouth.

You took a moment to process what she said and Wanda held her breath.

“I- wow, that’s… something,” you managed to get out, unsure of how you felt about it, but unable to deny the heat that spread through your body at the idea. “Of course I’ll help you, my love. You know I’ll never turn down an opportunity to see you naked,” you joked, alleviating some of the tension.

Wanda chuckled, relieved that you weren’t judgmental, not that she thought you would be in the first place.

“Okay,” she said, smiling down at you. “Thank you.” She leaned in to kiss you softly. “Could we do it later today? I got the request a few days ago and I’ve kept them waiting a while.”

“Of course baby,” you responded, not pressing her on why she didn’t bring it up sooner. You figured she probably hadn’t decided if it was something she was comfortable with until now.

“Guess I should start drinking water,” she jested, giving you one last kiss before getting up to go to the kitchen.

A few hours later, she was ready. She pulled you aside and led you to the bathroom, where she’d already set things up for you. You grabbed her camera and microphone from the countertop while she undressed before waiting for further instruction.

She positioned herself in the bathtub so that she was half sitting on one of the edges, her legs spread and pussy exposed.

You practically drooled at the sight. No matter how many times you’d seen your girlfriend on display for you, it still had the same effect every time.

“You ready?” She asked, wincing slightly at the fullness of her bladder.

“Yes ma’am,” you replied, pressing record.

Wanda looked at you for reassurance and found only desire in your gaze. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip before she relaxed and let go.

What started out as a trickle turned into a steady stream of piss, splattering slightly as it came in contact with the tub. Wanda let out a breath of relief and closed her eyes at the feeling of releasing after holding it in for so long.

When she opened her eyes, a pang of arousal shot through her at what she saw.

You were entranced. Your gaze was fixated on her pussy and the clear liquid streaming out of her, your mouth open the slightest bit, pupils dilated.

She hadn’t expected you to be so turned on from watching her pee, but it was exhilarating. The way you were looking at her was making her feel hot all over.

You didn’t know what to expect going into this, but you certainly weren’t expecting your view to be this hot. You couldn’t help but stare, your arousal growing with every second that passed.

Wanda was pissing in front of you and it was one of the hottest things you’d ever seen.

Part of you wanted to toss the camera to the side and kneel in front of her as she let go, but you had one job and you were going to do it right.

When you looked up at Wanda’s face, she was staring at you intently with a smirk adorning her perfect features. You knew at that moment that you’d been caught, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

Rarely did you ever rewatch the videos you made together, since you always had the real thing right in front of you, but you had a feeling you’d be coming back to this one.

Your eyes fell back down, watching as piss continued to flow from her pussy, almost letting out a whimper at the sight.

As her stream died down, you noticed you were practically panting and tried to control your breathing. Luckily, the mic was above her and not you.

You stopped recording and looked away, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Wanda spoke first, teasing you.

You couldn’t lie to her. “Yeah,” you managed, still avoiding eye contact. “That was…”

“Hot,” she finished, causing you to look up at her.

“Yeah,” you breathed out in agreement, not sure what else to say.

“Come here,” she said softly, leaning forward, and you met her halfway.

She kissed you, letting her tongue slip into your mouth for a moment before pulling away. “We can talk about it later,” she mumbled against your lips. “Right now, I need you to fuck me.”

You grunted at her words, nodding eagerly and kissing her again with more fervor. You picked her up, setting her against the wall, and did exactly as she asked.

She came three times before you stripped down as well and joined her for a shower, kissing languidly as you washed each other.

The two of you eventually discussed what had transpired, acknowledging that you both enjoyed it and deciding to do it again in the future.

The next morning, Wanda left the door open when she went to the bathroom just to tease you, letting you hear her stream and giving you a partial view of her legs spread on the toilet. This woman was going to be the death of you.

Two weeks later, she peed on you in the shower and you touched yourself under her stream, coming undone before she was even finished.

Wanda was no longer nervous to ask you for help with her more unique requests, nor was she nervous to explore new kinks with you, which you were also grateful for.

What started out as a weird request from one of Wanda’s viewers turned out to be an undiscovered kink brought to light in your relationship, and the two of you had never felt closer to each other.

[fandomtherapy44]

Leading moments Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader PT2

Summary: Y/n and Spencer have been dating for a while now. And everything is amazing, just one thing. The subject of fun times in bed is hanging in the air. So Y/n finally decides to cut through the air.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! reader

WC: 2,220

Warnings: SMUT 18+, language, a Little bit of dom Spenc, talk about bullying and name-calling

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Here is Pt 1 if you're interested

Reid and I have been dating for three months now, and they have been amazing. I have never felt more love in my entire life. There is just one thing: we haven't had a fun time in bed, not to be crass. And there is nothing wrong with that, it’s just the longer that we avoid this part of our relationship, the more I fear that he’s not attracted to me like that. And I have been throwing every hint in the book at him. Like the other day, after a tough case, I suggested that maybe we should give each other a massage, and then he proceeded to tell me the benefits of massages. I love that man, but sometimes I want to throw him out the window.

“So, how has dating Mr. Genius been going?” Gracia asked me as we sat down for our daily get-together coffee before our very busy day.

“It’s been amazing, Spencer is so romantic. The other day, he surprised me with two tickets to the museum of art and language!” 

“Who knew Wonder Boy had game. And how’s the sex been?” Gracia just openly asks at a normal level, making me spit out my coffee and cough.

“Gracia! You can’t just ask that!” I wipe the now-spilled coffee off my shirt.

“Okay fine… how’s the fun time in bed going?” She raises her eyebrows up and down.

“Actually, it’s not going and I’m getting worried. That he doesn’t like me in that way.” 

“Oh, sweetie, I promise you it’s not that. Reid is head over heels in love with you, and he checks you out every time you leave the room. He tries to hide, but he doesn't have much practice, I guess.”

“Really? Then what’s the problem? Because I've practically been screaming that I want him with all my lace PJs and touches to his inner thighs.” I cross my arms in frustration.

“With Reid, he is a pure fact man, so unless you spell it out, I don’t think he’s going to get it, and trust me with the way he looks at you, he wants it.” 

Okay, this is the night! We've had a whole day just to ourselves, no psycho killers stopping us, thankfully. I'm just going to say it to him point blank, period, hopefully I don’t chicken out. We're in the middle of a movie and we’re holding hands, okay, here I go.

“Hey, Reid.” He turns his head to me.

“Mhh?” 

“I don’t think I got enough kisses today.”

He chuckles and leans down to me. “I think I can fix that.” He leans in and gives me a sweet, short kiss before I can really pull him in, damnit!

“Maybe one more?” I look up at him with bedroom eyes, but he still doesn't seem to see it.

“Of course, anything for you.” This time, I put my hands around his neck to pull him into my body. I kiss his upper lip like it’s soft-served vanilla ice cream. He seems to like it. Time for the kill. I gently push my tongue forward. He takes the bait. Our tongues gently come together in a beautiful dance. We let go, breathing heavily. 

“I want you,” I whisper. At that, he backs away. “Reid, are you okay? I’m sorry if I pushed you too much. If it’s that-”

“No, no, it’s not. I'm most comfortable with you.” 

“Okay… Are you a… virgin? Cause if you are, that’s totally fi-”

“I'm not a virgin.”

“Then I don’t understand what the problem is?” He sighs.

“In college, I was freshly nineteen and even at one of the most sought-after Ivy League schools, I was still a nerd. So no girl would even look at me, and then one day a girl named Bella Carn asked me on a date, and one thing led to another, we had sex. I thought it was great, but apparently, I was just a joke and bet to her. She posted on the school board about how I was and laughed to her friends that I was small and horrible. Everyone knew I couldn't go anywhere without being called pencil.” He finishes looking down.

“Wow what a fucking bitch, Spenc I understand if you don’t want to but I want you, all of you I promise you I won’t laugh, I won’t gossip, I will make you feel everything you make me feel.” I grab his hand and rub small circles.

“Really?”

“Spencer Reid, you are the most attractive man I have ever met, with how smart and kind you are, not to mention your whole appearance. When I was drunk that one time, my sober thoughts came out and I meant every word.” His cheeks burned, remembering what I had said.

“I have the same thoughts about you.” He says to me, and it makes my heart beat fast, It makes me happy about what I was thinking earlier.

“Then how about we go slow, and if you want to stop, we will.” I give him a sweet kiss. That he deepens. I slowly lower myself onto the couch with him on top of me. Our tongues meet again. This time in a fiery passion. I circle his mouth, memorizing it like a map. We dislocate a string of saliva between our lips. 

“Can I… go on your neck?” Spenc asks hesitantly.

“You can do whatever you want, Doc.” He starts to kitten lick my neck. And stops at a specific spot. And sucks down, I grab his shirt. He bites down hard.

“Shit! Spenc.” Who knew Spencer Reid would be a little dominant?

“Sorry.”

“No, babe, it’s great, keep going please.” And he does, he lets up and licks to soothe. Yup, definitely a hickie there now. He takes off his shirt, and he has more muscle than he lets on, must be all those textbooks. I also take off mine.

“And I thought I saw true beauty in Mona Lisa. I was wrong.” He says. Staring at me.

“Okay, chessball, can we take off our pants now?” He shakes his head vigorously. We go back to kissing, I’m so enraptured by it that I don’t feel his hand inching its way to my panties. He pets my slit through the fabric. I moan through our lips. He goes up and down slowly, gathering moisture through my underwear. He slips his hand in. Finding the little nub of nerves that makes anyone explode. He circles it, making the alphabet. Stroking it teasingly, motherfucker knew what he was doing. The finger trails up and down my slit and keeps on skipping over where I want it. His other hand goes to my bra and pulls my bra up and rubs my nipples, which are now standing tall from the cold in the air and the heat combined between us. 

“So fucking angelic.” Spencer mubles, making my cheeks burn red. He then gets one of his best ideas ever. And goes down on my tit. Swirling his tongue around my nipple tugging on it lightily making enough desaouilsy sour pain that went right to my pussy. He then puts his finger in. And his fingers are long and thick. It starts to pump in.

“Ahh fuck! Spencer!” 

“Do you like that?”

“Yes, yes, I do.” He goes deeper with that. Twirling his finger around my warm velvet walls, touching all the right places. At this point, wetness is just seeping out. Then he starts to go faster in and out. I was rocking my body with him. He somehow slips in another. They just keep going faster. I start to clench around them.

“Spenc Im going to-” I didn’t even get to finish talking before I cummed. He looked at his fingers, and they were shining in the lamp light. He stares at them for a moment and almost hesitantly licks them. He pauses for a second and sucks on them. 

“Spencer?” No guy had ever acted like that, and not going to lie it was hot. He doesn't answer me and kisses me again, tongue shooting straight in. I could taste myself, and I was getting turned on again from it. I moved my hand down to his briefs and felt his bulge through the fabric, poor boy. “Did you get turned on from fingering me?” I asked between the passion-filled kisses.

“Uh… yes, is that okay?” 

“Spencer Reid I could marry you right now.” In that my hand slipped in the briefs. “Now it’s my turn.” I whisper in his ear, nipping at his earlobe.

“Y/n, you don’t have to.” He almost moaned as I stroked his cock. This guy had so much pent-up sexual frustration that he would probably pop if I pumped it once. We’ll have to change that. 

“Reid, I want to, now you lay back, Doc, it’s my time to take care of you.” He leans back on the couch as I get on my knees. I pull down his briefs and his swollen red cock is alredy leaking precum. I guess fingering me really did turn him on. “Now I’m going to go slow. Tell me if you get uncomfortable, okay?”

He nods. “Okay.” I spit in my hand and I pump it very carefully. He tenses but he’s still good. I go up and down while keeping eye contact with him making sure that I very much want to this. “Can I give you a blowjob?” 

“When uh that girl did it, she gagged and said it was disgusting.” 

“I promise I won’t do that.”

“Then… yes, please.” I smile, lean down, and it fully goes in. And it’s fucking big and pulseing in my mouth. Pencil my ass. I start to go up and down. Tongue licks all over. I go to fondle his balls and he loves that. I start to suck on it like a popsicle. He starts to pump in. And before I know it he came in my mouth. I swallow i.t. He slides out of my mouth.

“I’m sorry… I” 

“It’s okay Reid the more we do it the more youre body will get use to it.”

“THe more we do it?”

“Yup so we can do it a lot if you-”

“Yes.” He quickly says. “And I uh I still want to have sex tonight if you want.”

“Oh, definitely, because that just turned me on even more. And I'm clean and on the pill, so if you're good, I don’t want a condom.” I shimmy off my panties and sit on his lap. We start to make out again. I take my hand and grab his cock to hold it up.

“I'm going to sink down, okay?” He just nods. I move his cock over my folds and even just the teasing I want to scream. I push it in and slink down.

“Ahh, Oh my gosh, you're big.” I breathlessly let out. His cock strenchs through my walls with a little burn but it was good.

“Yeah… I am?” He was trying to hold it together because as soon as he entered me, he wanted to pound up. His hand go to grab my ass. It’s adjusting quite well.

“I'm going to start moving kay.” I grab his shoulders and I go up and down with ease. To be honest, it’s been a while for me, too, and no sex toy will ever be a replacement for the real thing. He is gripping my hips, trying not to junt up.

“How is it, baby?” I ask in a whisper-moan voice. He can barely respond.

“It’s… incredible, so wet and warm gripping me like it never wants to let go.” He gets out, looking at our connected bodies. I rise up and go back down ever so slightly. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself. Having his cock in me felt incedibale. With each push up my pussy keeps on gripping him. His cock veins added a texture that I never knew I needed. 

“I'm going to speed up, okay?” I say in his ear, and he nods. I start to make small baonces so we can both feel it at the same time. Wet, sinful sounds fill the room. Adding to our arousal, I bring our lips back together and slide our tongues together. He moans into my mouth sucking on my tongue from the plesure growing between us. Fingers go up to my chest to squeeze, and at that, my whole system gets flooded with a new sensation. His other ones go to my clit.

“Fuck Spenc I’m going to cum…” I somehow get out through our heavy breaths.

“Me too…” At that, I bring myself fully up and go down realseling us both. I slide off of him. 

“You were… I don’t even know the words, Spencer.” We were now laying next to each other the air thick with the smell of sweat and sex.

“You think so, I… I read things about the woman's experience of sex, so when we did do this, I could make you feel good.” This small confession adds another reason why I love this man.

I bring him in a slow, sweet kiss, putting all my emotion into it. “I love you, Spencer Reid.” 

[cuppajj]

PLEASE tell me you're as disappointed as I am that there are ZERO Greek mythology references in this episode. All we got was Pavlova being Eros, which was visible from a mile away (and Eternal Sugar sends him to do a lot of her dirty work, which is what Aphrodite often did to Eros, so that's cool ig). What else is there? The ionic columns? Sugar's and the NPC's Hellenistic attire? That's all they gave us? Her area of Beast-Yeast is more like Alice in Wonderland than it is Mount Olympus. Would it have killed them to give us sugar satyrs? Sugar nymphs? Taffy harpies? A jello cyclops? Apparently it would, so they gave us these silly little ice cream doodad looking guys and these dumb candy caterpillars and a fucking sugar rainbow merry-go-round. Not even the upcoming Beast raid boss looks Greek, it's just a weird heart thing! Why not a gorgon with licorice snakes for hair, with each strand being a different color and flavor? Why not a Nemean lion with an impenetrable chocolate hide, so Hollyberry can take the role of Heracles, which she fits into a lot anyway? (They could've fit that into the little window between their first departure from the garden back into Beast-Yeast proper and Wildberry's sacrifice or something idk.) They didn't even reference the Lotus Eaters really, everyone was mostly able and willing to get up and leave after eating and drinking and resting! Nor was there a Hades and Persephone moment, with Sugar offering Holly a magical fruit that she would take and eat, not knowing it would shackle her to Sugar and the realm permanently. Holly didn't accidentally allow herself to be tricked into damning herself in her moment of weakness and doubt, she just got her shield destroyed and herself shoved into a mimic chest. Once again Devsisters takes the path of least resistance. Mystic Flour's and Burning Spice's areas were so fun, they took us somewhere new and different ("China" and "India"), now we're back to Christianity Part 2. We already had Christian symbolism with Shadow Milk, I don't want it again, I wanted Ancient Greece goddamn it (and I know it's TECHNICALLY still accurate because Greece is Christian and has been for millennia, but when I say Ancient Greece I mean the Greece that tended to hearths inside of all of its homes in honor of Hestia and never laid a hand on eagles because they were a symbol of Zeus, ykwim?)

I think a couple other Greek mythology references were present: the labyrinth referenced Theseus, and Hollyberry being locked in the box referenced Sisyphus trapping Thanatos in a box too if I’m not mistaken?

Other than that yeah not much. I was hoping we’d have more references the whole way through, and the examples you gave are really cool ideas! Still unsure why we got ice cream and candy enemies on rainbows instead of leaning more into mythical creatures. I know it emphasizes the sugary sweet paradise Sugar has but they didn’t go all in on the Hellenistic references 🥹

I can roll w the christian themes here because of the loose garden of Eden references, and as a fan of renaissance art there were a lot of Christian themes (ie. Putto, angels being depicted in classical Greek myths, etc) in them. If anything that’s what ES’s aesthetic might be going for, less pure greek mythology and more renaissance depictions of it. I’m more ehhh about the lack of rep, I wanted more lmao

Overall the ep felt like a lot and nothing happened at the same time… but I would love to see if the next chapter does more. Not disappointed with what we got though, just would’ve loved to see them lean in further. But that’s what fanon is for lol

[theunholybastard]

(yes I'm aware the tour already started but pretend it hasn't for this post ok shhhh)

Just Five More Minutes... (Frater Imperator x Cirrus)

Requested by @thecrepegremlin

Tags: Drabble, Established Relationship, Slice Of Life, Fluff, Slightly Suggestive, Copia Does NOT Have His Shit Together

Copia was not a morning person. He prided himself on being a friendly and sociable person, a ball of energy and liveliness; After he's had his coffee, of course. Anytime before that, he is a completely different person, a person he does not want the general public to see. A big ol' grump, if you will. It was hard enough for him to pull himself out of bed in the morning on a good day, but ever since he was forced to take on the role of Frater Imperator, it's been all work, no play. This schedule was not made for him.

He dreads waking up. Having to stumble his ass out of bed and spend all day locked up in his makeshift office, agonizing over mountains of paperwork while he watches his twin brother live his dreams. Fucking V. He's never felt more isolated. Luckily for him, there was still one special someone in his corner to make his mornings a bit more bearable.

Copias eyes fluttered open, the delicate touch of a hand stroking his cheek stirring him awake. He groaned groggily as his eyes began to focus, looking up to see Cirrus, unmasked and unclothed. What a sight. He'd have an instant hard-on if his body wasn't so drained from their night of fun before. "Rise and shine, sleepyhead." She cooed, running her slender fingers through his hair.

"Ugh... five more minutes..." Oh, how he wanted to slam his pillow over his face, but the only thing stopping him was his dearest Ghoulette snuggled up close to him, gently trying to nudge him awake. "Mia bella... What time is it?" Copia sighed, leaning towards the warmth of her soft touch. How desperately he didn't want to get out of bed, to pry himself away from such bliss. Cirrus pursed her lips awkwardly.

"Well, uh... You're a little late for work."

"Late? How late?"

"Psaltarians already tried to call you three times."

His eyes widened. "Goddammit!" He swore, launching himself out of bed with a pained grunt. Lucifer, he was getting out of shape. "Why did you let me sleep so long?"

"You know how hard it is for me to wake you, baby. You look so peaceful. It's the only time I see you not yanking your hair out nowadays." Cirrus stifled a giggle, watching him fumble around frantically in search for his pants, her vision locked shamelessly on to the jiggle of his thighs as he ran around the room.

"My love, you know I'm backed up with paperwork enough as it is! Mind-numbing, pointless paperwork, but still. Shit, the Clergy will have my ass for this; So many things to do, such little time! And with the tour coming up so soon, I-" He stops dead in his tracks, eyes darting towards his lover still tangled in his sheets. The tour was starting, and for the first time ever, she was leaving. And he was staying. He never had to be apart from her for this long. He never even thought about it, really. It's like he just realized this would be happening.

"I just wanted our last night in bed together to, y'know... Last a little longer." Cirrus shrugged, trying to hide her melancholy.

"Shit... Is it really-?"

"First thing tomorrow, yeah." She sighed, getting out of bed to wrap her arms around his waist. "I'll miss you. I hate having to miss you. Being on tour already feels like forever, but without you...? Ugh, I'm in Hell. Again."

"I know, amore. I'll miss you most of all." He smiled sadly, bringing his hands up to cup her face. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid his eyes on, he was sure of it. "Please promise to call me every night, I don't care how late it is. And most importantly, have fun... But not too much, si?" She chuckled.

"I could never, not without you." She stood on the tip of her toes to press a long, tender kiss to his lips, pulling away only to murmur a sweet, irresistible, "Can't you stay in bed with me? For just five more minutes?"

His phone lit up with another incoming call from Psaltarian...

It can wait.

-

[traincat]

To think I almost missed my Sunday question ☹️ just got done with finals and (massive plot twist I'm sure) I still have Johnny on the mind.

So here's another big question that you can feel free to answer in whatever depth you'd like!

How has Johnny and Ben's relationship evolved through the years? The panel that really made me ask this question is the one where Johnny's asking what he can do for Ben to forgive him. (Also when the rest of the family disappears and they start losing their powers). It just got my brain working. (I also always enjoy their interactions in your fics so I was curious abt how you see their relationship being).

Thanks! ✨

Yeah, I definitely think there's a lot of evolution to Ben and Johnny's relationship, and that Johnny specifically is very, very emotionally dependent on Ben. I'm not saying Ben doesn't love Johnny just as fiercely, he's pretty readily demonstrated he would die for Johnny, but that Ben has other relationships he can rely on in that corner, whereas Johnny tends to self-destruct without Ben's presence.

(Fantastic Four #5)

I think there's a perception that Johnny's teasing of Ben, especially in the early days, is cruel or malicious, and I think that's an unkind reading of the situation. Yes, Johnny does make fun of Ben often, but here's the thing (badumpsh): Johnny doesn't tip toe around Ben's condition. Ben is the one who calls himself a monster, who rages in the early days, who is the one who (in early canon) is the most physically impacted by the cosmic rays. (Later canon will explore Johnny's depth of self-control with his powers, in addition to the Reed and Sue's own control of their powers.) Johnny is sixteen, his sister is frequently busy with her boyfriend and their new responsibilities -- he's in pretty close contact with Ben, probably more so than anyone else on the team. He's teasing him and playing practical jokes to get his attention and to take Ben's mind off things.

Ben says it himself in The Thing #23 (during a period where he and Johnny very much are not on good terms): "Nah, I wuz never really mad at ya, kid... sure wanted ta moider ya sometimes... but I still loved ya."

Ben has the least reason to be emotionally close to Johnny. He's not his girlfriend's kid brother, after all. But it's clear from early on that Ben is attached to Johnny and that he does love him, even if wants to "moider" him sometimes. Early canon Johnny is a magnet for trouble. His Strange Tales run is really where that shines. He's easily manipulated by slick criminals. He's targeted by a fake Captain America. He gets tied to sign posts, the rail road tracks, and a porpoise. He absorbs a bomb's explosion to save a town.

(Strange Tales #112) "If anything happens to that kid, I'll... no!! It can't happen!" Fantastic Four makes it clear very early on that as much as they fight, this isn't a purely antagonistic relationship. Ben loves Johnny, he'd just rather walk through Times Square in the buff before he admits it.

As for Ben being Johnny's rock, literally, there's a couple of big examples of Johnny just absolutely going off the deep end without Ben present. Johnny already generally does not tend to do well when the team is not together.

(FF #191)

The incident you outline, where Ben says he never wants to see Johnny again, is probably the best example of this, although I have two others. For background: by total accident, Johnny once messed up once of Reed's attempts to cure Ben of being the Thing. Reed decides that neither he or Johnny will ever tell anybody about this, especially not Ben. Of course, the truth comes out, and at a terrible moment, when an outside force is trying to tear the team apart. Johnny's powers are gone (something that already puts him in a precarious place emotionally), and Sue and Reed have lost custody of their kids.

(Fantastic Four v5 #7) Gonna blanket rec volume 5 on the whole here. It's the last run before corporate took the book off the market over movie rights for three years, and it's a very good, very cohesive story. (I don't like what it does with Sharon Ventura. But I don't like what any Fantastic Four book has ever done with Sharon Ventura, save for Marvel Knights 4's brief cameo.) But Johnny's been through the wringer here already. He's lost his powers, both of his careers, and his sister has lost custody of his niece and nephew. But he only goes totally off the rails and disappears into his "party boy" persona after Ben cuts off contact with him.

(FF v5 #10-11) "Johnny's a mess." Luckily he's got an incredibly handsome and devoted """best friend""" (canon JohnnyWyatt when) and also Spider-Man to drag him out of it, but Johnny reuniting with Ben is definitely a huge part of what drags him out of this state.

(FF v5 #12) "So you love me again, big buddy?" "Maybe."

There's the more recent example, where after Secret Wars (2015), when Reed, Sue, and the kids were assumed dead, we know Ben and Johnny had some kind of huge fight. Ben went to space, Johnny -- spiraled. Hard. Harder than the above example. This sets up a romantic relationship with Medusa which I feel pretty critical about, in part because the writer clearly didn't actually read Medusa's tenure on the team. (She and Johnny were friends! They were actually really good friends!) I believe it could have happened, not just because I'm an annoying canon purist, but because it kind of falls into previously established territory -- Johnny, in an emotionally vulnerable state and with Ben off planet, gets into an ill-advised romantic relationship with a member of the Fantastic Four's social circle. That's basically the exact setup for when he got into a relationship with Alicia. (Which, as I've previously said, was a relationship that, pre-Skrull spy retcon, was about Ben.) So I buy it, because Johnny does not make good romantic decisions when he's spiraling, I just kind of hated the writing surrounding it. Even after Ben came back, Johnny was too hurt by everything else to really recover. Ben's solution to this was to take Johnny on a multiversal wild goose chase to find Sue and Reed (Ben very much believed they were dead and was stalling for time) that went, uh, bad. Also they both lost their powers.

(Marvel 2-in-One (2018) #8) They made up! Off screen. When Sue and Reed returned. Johnny might have been living with Wyatt at this point, it's really unclear. (Tinfoil hat on, I do fully believe Slott originally intended to soft launch canon JohnnyWyatt. If he didn't do it intentionally, he did it unintentionally, because it's very difficult to read the beginning of his run any other way.)

But I think a bigger example of Johnny going off the rails without Ben is when Ben dies. And, very importantly here, Ben dies because he manages to overcome mind control for only long enough to tell Reed to kill him to save Johnny.

(FF #509)

In the aftermath, Johnny goes running, which is pretty typical for him. Rather than disappearing into a party boy persona, though, he takes Johnny Storm off the map entirely, working in an auto shop and avoiding Sue's calls.

(FF #509) "Hey, squirt, you... you know I ain't really here, right? That ya really are just makin' believe?" "...Yeah. But this is how I get through the day."

Johnny's grief is mirrored by Alicia, who has locked herself in her studio to do nothing but sculpt Ben all day.

(FF #509) "She says it helps her pretend Ben's still with us. Isn't that sad?" Yikes.

Ben gets better, of course, and Johnny bounces back, but I do think about it in context of Johnny Storm's Last Stand, where Johnny bodily pushes Ben out of the way (seconds before Ben transforms back into the Thing) so he can take his place defending the Negative Zone gate.

(FF #584 and #600)

I do think this is a case where Johnny can't let Ben die for him again. It's a relationship with such an intense amount of emotion. Yeah, they fight a lot, and the (mutual) prank war has been going on forever, but they will both sacrifice themselves before they let the other put themselves in danger.

(FF #535) And I don't think it's a relationship where you can point to moments that caused that intense loyalty and love for each other. I think it's a slow slide into it, a result of living in each other's pockets for so long. Johnny was young when he met Ben -- for him, Ben is one of the constants in his life, the person he can depend on. When he doesn't have Ben to lean on, he's lost.

For Ben, Johnny's the little brother he never had, the thorn in his side, his partner in crime. He might be able to get along without Johnny's presence in his life, but he wouldn't be happy, as much as he protests otherwise. He goes to incredible, if misguided, lengths in 2-in-1 to try and protect Johnny, largely from himself. I think, for Ben, the depths of Johnny's self-hatred is something he hates thinking about, but he knows about it, and so he does what Johnny did for him in the early days: he picks on him to him to distract him. It's never malicious. It's their dynamic.

(Marvel 2-in-1 #3) "'Cause you're broken."

For some fun, largely overlooked Ben and Johnny content, I really like the brief period where they were on the team with T'Challa and Storm while Reed and Sue were on a second honeymoon.

(FF #545) "Is Ben going to try and fight him?" "Does Wolverine go through a lot of gloves?"

It's very brief, from #544-550 (although I'd read #543 as well for Ben and Johnny content), but it's fun and it's a good look at them on their own when they're both in a relatively good place.

In conclusion, I love them, your honor.

(FF #570)

[gffa]

I'm about a third of the way through Wayseeker and I'm mostly enjoying it, but I have a lot of complicated thoughts about it. 1. Because of it being written to be connective tissue between various eras of Star Wars and being so centered on what The Acolyte set up it loses a lot of organic feeling to me. I can feel the writers trying to mesh everything together and I just don't think it fully works for me, because it's trying to show the Jedi as losing their way, but it just... doesn't. And, as someone who has cited literally hundreds of thousands of words of canon content from both eras, I'm confident in saying that the High Republic Jedi and the prequels Jedi are about 95% the same. The book tells us the Jedi are less in touch with their emotions, but doesn't show it. Instead, tends to show Vernestra as the one who thinks that about the younger Jedi, meanwhile she is the one who doesn't actually express much, and we'll see her become very tightly wrapped in The Acolyte. So I'm just left ???? sometimes about how what people say about the Jedi doesn't match up with what they actually do/say. This isn't helped by that, while I love the actress' voice and would probably adore her portrayal on another book, her Vernestra is snarky and laughing in places where there's no indication in the scene (it's more like 'a laugh in her voice' type than outright "HAHAHAHA" laughing, to be clear) and doesn't really match the Vernestra of the books OR of the show. 2. The Indara chapters write this absolutely glowing view of Vernestra as this impossibly legendary figure, who is the coolest and has done the most stuff ever ever ever and every Jedi ever worships her, like I'm all for a young Jedi having a hero worship/crush on another Jedi, especially a lady one, but it's laying it on so thick that I'm having trouble getting it down. When I got to the scene of the Jedi Council members literally 'oohing' and 'aaahing' when Vernestra makes her report, I had to come write this post because, look, Ms. Ireland, Ms. Graton, I like Vernestra, too, but come on. I would rebel against this if it were Obi-Wan in the same position, too. Hell, I don't think even Yoda would get that response. 3. While most of the High Republic books have been really good about sticking to Lucas' worldbuilding, this book feels weirdly different (despite that both authors have written other books I've liked!), and one of the things that got me was the mention of how Vernestra thinks Jedi should get out and have more adventure for the sake of adventure. Meanwhile, I'm just like, THAT IS ONE OF THE FIRST THINGS THE OT ESTABLISHED ABOUT THE JEDI, THAT THEY SHOULDN'T BE CRAVING ADVENTURE FOR ADVENTURE'S SAKE and it feels like it's falling into generic action/adventure space magic, rather than the very specific worldbuilding that I love about Star Wars. This was written to get my negative thoughts out of the way before I go back to enjoying the fun stuff. And there is fun stuff in it, there's been a whole bunch of little moments that have made me laugh or were neat details! (But I do suspect, while I like the book for the most part, aside from these points, that most people who have their nerves scraped raw, might want to just leave this one on the shelf. It's not bad, it's just that the pieces don't really fit for me, in that way that The Acolyte kind of forced it into, when you get beyond the confines of the show's containment.)(I mean, mileages may vary, a lot of people may love this book, and I hope they have a blast with it! But if you vibe with my tastes, I wouldn't recommend it without a bunch of caveats.)

[seoulmatez]

𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

a day you convinced yourself you'd never live has arrived—your first date with boothill.

• boothill x f!reader ﾉ 3.8k wc ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ non-canon compliant ﾉ farmhand!boothill ﾉ light teasing ﾉ petnames (darlin', m'lady, sweetheart)

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here's the finale! i hope everyone enjoyed the resurgence of farmhand boothill! if anyone is interested, i have some "extras" that follow the story but aren't connected to the main plot that i may post :3

Your room looks like a hurricane ripped through it—all the clothes from your closet scattered messily over your bed, makeup products and hair appliances strewn across your vanity, and at the center of it all is you. Your fingers are tangled in the roots of your hair and a groan that sounds like it came from another person penetrates the air. Unlike a hurricane, there’s no calm in the eye of this storm. You thought your stress was supposed to be subsided by now—the hard part has passed, so what the hell is this?

The date hasn’t even started and everything seems to be going wrong. You have no idea what to wear and Boothill has been absolutely no help on that front, not budging even an inch when you asked for a hint as to where he was taking you. The answer you got was, “patience, darlin’,'' accompanied by his signature smirk and wink before he left you to continue with work for the day. 

Just as you consider tracking the farmhand down to ask him again and force him to give you something a little helpful, your phone dings. You ignore it for a second and then another before you remember that you recruited help from Meg a little while ago. You practically dive for the device, quickly unlocking it so that you can read over her long-awaited advice.

go with the white babydoll dress!!!

The one she’s referring to and a few other options lay atop the mound of clothes that you’ll have to put back later. It caught your eye earlier but you had wondered if it would be too dressy for the occasion. There’s only so much to do in town and half of those things involve getting dirty but if you and Meg both have your eyes on it, then the dress must be the one.

thank you, love you!

With one less thing to worry about, you hop in the shower a little more carefree than you have been since waking up this morning. The nerves that have had you on edge for most of the day are slowly but surely turning into ones that are itching for time to move quicker.

The rest of your preparation is considerably less taxing with Meg’s input and your gradual decline of overthinking. You’re able to style your hair and paint on some makeup without any trouble, your foot mindlessly bouncing up and down as you hum the melody to the last song you listened to. Soon, the only sign that you had experienced any turmoil at all is the state of your room. You’ll deal with that later.

You’re packing your bag with the essentials—chapstick, mints, hair ties—when there’s a knock at your door. The sound makes you jump and suddenly the nerves come rushing back. You can’t let Boothill see your room like this. Luckily for you, he’s content talking through the door.

“I’ll be waiting for you outside, darlin’. No rush.” His voice is a little muffled but despite the obstruction, you can still hear the smile in his tone. You can see it in your head—soft pink lips curling up at the corners, a little higher on the left, and sharp, pearly white canines of display. The sight once ignited annoyance in you but that feeling has all but died down, replaced with something closer to fondness.

“Okay!” you yell back.

He assured you that it was no rush but you find yourself hastily gathering the rest of your things. Before you tuck your phone away in the bag, you shoot Meg a text that you’re about to head out. The device buzzes with a notification before you’re able to put it away and you quickly read over Meg’s reply.

have fun and be safe! update me as soon as you get home… or not ;)

Your lips part in surprise at her thinly veiled implication. The thought alone of anything even remotely intimate like she’s suggesting is enough to make your cheeks burn and the tips of your ears heat up. You put the screen of your phone to sleep and shove it into your bag, hoping the thought will disappear with it. 

You make your way down the stairs and stop at the doorway to slip on your boots before you pull the door open to meet Boothill at his truck. The vehicle is pulled up right in front of the porch. He leisurely leans against the passenger door, legs crossed at the ankle and arms crossed over his chest. He looks like a still taken from a romance movie and the corners of your lips turn up as you wonder if that was his intention.

He's never struck you as the type to watch those kinds of movies but as you look at him, you realize that there’s a lot you still don’t know about Boothill. You bite back a smile at the thought that a little part of you is looking forward to learning more.

“Well,” Boothill starts, standing up straight and stuffing his hands away in his pockets. Irises like stormy clouds look you over from head to toe before finally stopping at their destination—your eyes. “You look mighty pretty—as usual.”

“Thanks.” You suck in your cheeks to stop yourself from puckering your lips in embarrassment. It’s nothing you haven’t heard before but the compliment feels different when you’ve put in the effort to look nice, and for him, at that. You clear your throat and gesture to his figure, moreso the outfit he’s dressed in. “You clean up nice.”

His outfit is simple, a plain white t-shirt paired with jeans and the pair of boots he reserves for occasions outside of work at the ranch. There’s a red bandana tied around his neck and one of his favorite hats, a brown beige, sits atop his hair that’s pulled back into a ponytail. It’s nothing out of the norm for him, though, the dirt and sweat that typically stain his attire is absent. He’s clearly put in a bit of effort for the experience.

Boothill grins at the courtesy. He could get used to receiving a little bit of praise from you. Even such a simple statement makes him feel like he’s on top of the world. All his patience seems to have paid off. “I hoped you’d think so.”

A strange sense of ease overwhelms you knowing that the farmhand also had you in mind while he was getting ready, was compelled to try and impress you. Though, you’re sure his room didn’t end up looking anything like yours in his pursuit of the goal.

Thankfully, Boothill doesn’t allow much time for your mind to wander and for you to get self-conscious all over again. He’s moving before you, spinning on his heel to open the passenger’s door of his truck. He turns to face you once more.

“Your chariot, m’lady.” He swings his arm out in a gesture full of flourish that makes you hide a laugh behind your hand. Your suspicion that Boothill may have taken some inspiration from a film only grows stronger with the motion but you play along, not minding feeling like the main character of a romantic story as you walk down the couple of steps from the porch to meet Boothill.

You catch a whiff of him as you slide past to take your seat, clean with soap and the subtle scent of earthy sandalwood. It’s a heady smell that drifts away too soon as he cautiously closes your door and rounds the vehicle to join you on the driver's side.

Your head is practically swimming with the pleasant scent of him when Boothill takes his spot beside you and even more so when he turns on the air conditioning. Your thoughts are bound to roam if you continue to focus on it so you close your eyes and shake your head before turning to Boothill. “So, are you finally going to tell me where we’re going?”

“Nope,” he tells you as he pulls out of the driveway and onto the main road. The man spares you a quick glance with his next words. “You’ll find out when we get there.”

You force out a dramatic sigh that earns a chuckle from Boothill. Despite your theatrics, you don’t push the issue. He seems hellbent on keeping it a secret and maybe the surprise will have been worth it not being spoiled by your curiosity.

So, while Boothill drives, you settle for fiddling with the knob of his radio, switching between stations until you land on one that’s playing a song you like. Boothill playfully ridicules you for skipping past so many decent songs but you stand your ground, arguing that the radio is the one thing you have control over since he insists on being so secretive.

He can only smile and agree.

One full song plays before Boothill pulls off to the side of the road. A crease forms between your eyebrows, confusion written on your face. Other than a house a little farther down the road, there’s not a building in sight. What around here is worth stopping for? “What are we doing here?”

“Quick pit stop,” he tells you, unbuckling his seat belt and pushing the door open. Cluelessness must be evident in your expression because Boothill tips his head down to laugh. He explains once he lifts his head. “Stay here, I won't take long—promise.”

You don’t question him, you just let your eyes follow his figure as he sets out to the field beside the road. You have no idea what business he has in the grass but you don’t question it, choosing instead to change the song playing over the speakers. Warm air from outside the truck flows into the vehicle through the door Boothill left open and while it’s not hot enough to make you sweat, you lean closer toward the vent. With your attention focused on a multitude of other things, you barely notice Boothill’s return, not taking note of his presence at the open door until he clears his throat.

Your head whips in his direction and you find him bent over the seat, his feet planted outside the truck and his arms resting on the seat. It takes you a moment to register that there’s a bunch of something colorful in his hands—flowers. They’re wildflowers, a pretty blend of orange and yellow, not nearly as neat as a professional bouquet but just as thoughtful.

“For you.” He holds the homemade bouquet out to you. It reminds you of a time a little while ago when he said those exact same words. He was handing you flowers from Miss Alma then but the more you thought about it after the fact, the less sense it made that the lady didn’t give you the flowers herself—you were right there, after all. The thought had nagged at you—the possibility that they may have really been from Boothill—but you paid it little mind, choosing not to read too deeply into the gesture for your own peace of mind.

Unlike then, you don’t hesitate to take them. The bunch is held together with a hair tie and it’s only then that you realize Boothill’s ponytail has been freed from its confines, hair flowing freely over his shoulders and down his back. “From you this time?”

“Of course.” He smiles. If he picks up on the fact that you’re onto him, he doesn’t show it, simply boosting himself back into the truck and closing the door behind him. You gently run the pads of your fingers over the soft petals as Boothill makes his way back onto the road. A soft smile pulls at your lips, one that Boothill catches out of the corner of his eye. He doesn’t mention it, just cherishes the short glimpse of the sight he’s beginning to think he’d move mountains for.

Several minutes pass before the environment shifts, the tires of Boothill’s truck going from riding smoothly on the pavement to roughly over uneven dirt. It makes for a bumpy ride. That paired with the fact that you’re unsure where the two of you could be heading is enough for you to speak up. “Are we allowed to drive down here?”

Boothill shrugs, keeping his eyes ahead. “What’s a broken rule here and there?”

You frown at that. It’s doubtful that anyone will see you out here—it’s secluded enough—but you can’t help but wonder if you’ll end up getting in any trouble. Sure, it would make for a memorable first date but you’d rather the occasion go off without a hitch. “You didn’t say we’d be partaking in illegal activities.”

“It’s not illegal,” he tells you with a laugh, one that he tries to conceal under his breath but is loud enough for you to hear. “Just frowned upon, maybe.”

You click your tongue in response.

“Wow, a city girl and goody two shoes. I’ve got my work cut out for me with you.”

“Oh, shut it.” You slap his shoulder which earns an entertained chuckle from the farmhand. Your annoyance at yet another nickname is short-lived as you look out your window. Boothill is driving down what you imagine is meant to be a hiking path, far too narrow to have been intended for anything larger than a park ranger’s utility vehicle. The only thing you’re passing by is trees, and plenty of them. “What the hell could possibly be out here?”

Boothill grins—partly at you swearing but mostly because his goal of surprising you can now be considered a success. “You’re looking at it, sweetheart.”

You send him a questioning look but he only points ahead in answer. Following the direction of his finger, you peer straight ahead through the windshield. Underneath the sun’s glowing rays, the soft waves of a creek glisten. The densely wooded area has thinned out to make way for a clearing, one of dusty dirt and tiny pebbles that crunch beneath the tires as Boothill maneuvers the truck so that the rear faces the body of water.

He turns the key in the ignition, the engine dying with the motion. Gray eyes flit to his right to catch your gaze. “Meet me in the back?”

You nod, unbuckling your seatbelt, opening the door, and hopping down to the ground. The slam of the door alerts two birds and sends them flying. You watch their wings flap as they flee while you make your way to the back.

Boothill is busy opening the trunk when you arrive, pulling down the horizontal door and peeling back the topper that covers the bed. Once it’s open, he rounds the back and effortlessly climbs onto the open space. He looks down at you and offers his hand. His fingers wiggle in invitation before you take hold of him. With his support and the step on the bumper, you’re able to join him in the bed.

At the new height, you see that the bed looks different than it did when you last saw it. Instead of being lined with the protective mat and filled with groceries, a blanket covers the surface. There are pillows propped against each other, a wicker basket filled to the brim with an assortment of snacks and Boothill’s guitar is even laid out amongst the things he brought.

“Didn’t wanna overwhelm you with anything fancy or nothin’,” Boothill explains upon taking note of your silence. 

You think about how awkward it would have been to share a meal with Boothill alone. Though, the thought of Boothill dressing up in something more formal than his typical attire and hating every second of it is a humorous one. Despite missing out on the opportunity to see a whole new side of the man, you’re grateful he had your comfort in mind when it came to planning this. “No, no, this is nice. This is great.”

You take a seat on the cushioned bed, not-so-subtly eyeing the spot next to you in a silent gesture for Boothill to do the same. He follows your lead and sits down with his legs crossed. Your shoulders bump in his attempt to get comfortable and the accidental movement reminds you that there’s no center console separating the two of you now. Without the air conditioning, your closeness makes it much easier to feel the heat radiating from Boothill. It’s not unpleasant but, just like his scent, it makes you a bit lightheaded.

 “So,” you start, tilting your head toward him so you can get a better look at the farmhand from the corner of your eye, “What are we doing besides taking in the scenery with snacks and music?”

“Talkin’.” 

You turn your head fully so you’re facing him, waiting patiently for the rest of his sentence. The subject never comes. “About what?”

“Well, you haven't really jumped at the opportunity to tell me about yourself.” 

You can’t argue with that—you’ve been fairly private in terms of your life when it comes to Boothill. Other than the little bits your grandpa has let slip and the few things he’s picked up during your interactions together, there’s a lot Boothill doesn’t know about you. First dates are all about getting well acquainted with each other, right? “Okay… what do you want to know?”

He smiles a soft smile at your willingness to share. “Whatever you wanna tell me.”

It’s a broad ask—lets you keep certain things to yourself and expand freely on others. So you do. You tell him about your summers on the farm—how you’d pester your parents to drive you down practically the second school let out for summer break. You tell him about the tree climbing, the horse rides, the fruit picking—everything you got up to during those warm months off. You tell him about your summers at the ranch coming to an end, traded in for internships and job interviews. You tell him about how all the stress you tried to ignore over those years caught up to you, how you finally bit the bullet and came back to find some solace.

Boothill listens intently, nodding along to your stories, smiling at the parts where you find yourself speaking through giggles, hanging on your every word. He says it's a bummer that something so crummy led you back here but that he’s glad it did—otherwise, he wouldn’t have met you.

That part makes you bite your cheek in a failed attempt to hold back a smile. Being the sole subject of his stare is intimidating. It feels as though he’s seeing you—really seeing you, beyond the walls you put up that he’s actively tearing down brick by brick. It feels almost selfish that the spotlight has been shining on you all night. You take the break in conversation as an opportunity to turn the focus on Boothill, to ask him what he asked of you; to talk.

He tells you about his days in high school—how he used to help his dad out at his auto repair shop and how he took up guitar at his mother’s insistence. He plays a song his mom used to like—the first one he learned—for you before opening the floor for requests. You ask for “A crazy little thing called love” by Queen. The implication of the song’s title doesn’t hit you until Boothill’s eyebrows raise in pleasant surprise. Your mouth opens to explain but he cuts you off with a little ah-ah-ah, fingers finding their place on the strings and beginning to strum.

You lose track of how many songs he plays, how many pieces of popcorn you’re able to toss into his mouth, how much time has passed in this peaceful little bubble Boothill created just for the two of you. By the time you question any of it, the sun has bid you goodnight and left you with its glowing white counterpart. Bright stars speckle the sky and crickets chirp amongst blades of grass when Boothill finally checks the watch on his wrist.

“Gettin’ pretty late,” he informs you, wiping the palms of his hands on his thighs. He turns to you with what looks like a sleepy grin—he must have woken up for the day a while ago. “About time I get you home. If that’s alright with you, of course.”

You nod. As nice as these few hours have been, it wouldn’t be fair of you to keep him out here because you’re not ready for the night to end. 

He stands up with a grunt, offering you a hand to help you do the same. You accept it and let him pull you to your feet. The warmth of his hand disappears as he lets go to hop down from the bed. He beckons you forward with two fingers, holding his arm out to help you down.

Such a gentleman, you think, smiling and shaking your head as you take a couple of steps toward the edge. Before you make it, the toe of your boot catches on the blanket. The mishap sends you forward with a shocked squeal but your shins don’t scrape the bed and you don’t hit the ground with an ungraceful thud.

You’re safe in Boothill’s hold, his arms wrapped around your thighs, your chests pressed closely together. It’s a compromising position, though, despite the frantic beating of your heart, you don’t bother telling him to put you down or fighting your way out of his grasp. You simply look down at him and swallow the nervous lump in your throat.

He smirks. “You alright?”

“Fine,” you tell him. The reassurance comes out a bit breathy.

“Good.” He doesn’t put you down. “Did you have a nice time?”

“Yes.” You nod. “I did.”

Bathed in the dim moonlight, you gaze into Boothill’s eyes. He stares back into yours. Neither of you make any effort to move. It’s like you’re frozen in time, or maybe it’s moving slower, you’re not sure, but there’s only one thought circling in your mind at the moment.

You have no idea where it came from but you act on it before you can think any better of it, leaning down, your nose bumping his. You’d barely consider it a kiss—more like your lips gently brushing against his, but the shockwave that courses through your body at the contact hits all the same.

Boothill’s lips stretch into a smile underneath yours but he chooses to keep them sealed, not teasing, not escalating.

You don’t go back for another, nothing deeper, nothing more passionate, nothing more raw. You’ll have plenty of time for that after tonight. Instead, you bring your hand up to run your thumb over his lower lip. Your next words come out as a whisper. “How about I plan the next one?”

You can feel his chuckle against your finger. “I expect you’ll show me a good time, little miss city girl.”

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Waiter! Waiter! Can i have some fluff xd

Soo... one of my favorite tropes in fanfic and that is the "drunk s/o doesn't recognize their parter." I would like to ask that with yae miko.

Thanks in advance :D

At your service!!! Let me just see what's going on the kitchen- OH GREAT HEAVENS

Um. So. Our cook set everything on fire... but don't worry! I managed to grab your fluff before it could get burnt. Here you go! ^^

Yae Miko With a Drunk Reader That Doesn't Recognize Her

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"I'm taken!"

Your angry exclamation stops her in her tracks. It's not as though it's her first time seeing you in a drunk state, but never to this extent. Even now, as she's leaning closer to your flushed face, you stand by your former statement and glare her down, much to her amusement.

"Oh really? By whom, might I ask?" She tilts her head to the side.

"Yae Miko, duh! She's uh... uh... a million times better than you, so back off." You attempt to frown, yet your lack of coordination only allows you to manage a childish pout. She herself also struggles to control her facial expression, although her battle is with a gleeful smirk instead. How adorable of you to manage to make even insulting the love of your life sound sweet. Still, she can't show mercy to you just yet. That'd ruin the fun she's having.

"Mhm, I see. So, tell me. What makes this 'Yae Miko' so special in your eyes, hm?"

Many possibilities run through her head of what you might say. Of course, her looks were one of the things that attracted you to her; they better have, with how much pride she takes in maintaining her humanlike form's beauty. There's also her cunning nature, which morphs into flirtatiousness when you're around. Really, you have so many options to choose from.

Yet despite her confident nature, your next words still take her by surprise.

"I like... um, how do I say it... her honesty?"

Her expression goes blank. Slowly, she recollects herself, returning back to her playful tone.

"You think so? Well, I think that she's hiding a lot more than you realize."

You look back at her with a sheen of confusion.

"Huhhh? You don't get 'er at all! She likes to act all mysterious and stuff, but she's actually really sweet and sappy n' all that. She just tries to hide it most of the time." The sound of your tipsy giggling fills the air around you.

A bizarre rush of both panic and elation simultaneously pulses through her veins as she processes your words. Had she really slipped and let her carefully crafted guard fall that low around you? Or... a blush crosses her own face despite her sober status. The thought embarrasses her to voice, even if it's just in her own head. Maybe you simply paid so much attention to her that you could see the tiny wisps of her true personality that broke through her barriers, no matter how many years she's spent practicing her current persona.

By now, you've finally worn yourself out enough that your exhausted, half-asleep body begins to lean against hers, nuzzling into her warmth. She laughs a little at the display. Apparently, even when you're so drunk that you can't recognize her appearance, you still know exactly where you belong. She presses a kiss into your forehead.

"Nodding off already? Oh, if only I knew you would act so precious just from a couple of extra drinks... Still, that's not enough to save you from getting teased for this later, understand?"

You grumble into the fabric of her clothing softly before fully succumbing to your inevitable slumber. Although she won't admit to this out loud, her heart's still aflutter from the memories of how earnestly you spoke of her, how genuine she could tell each and every one of your words of praise were. She sighs.

If there has to be one lone human that knows the deepest depths of her heart, that can see through all of her facades, at least it gets to be you.

"Goodnight, my darling. Rest well."

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MULIEBRITY, mark lee

in which mark lee falls in love with his bisexual bestfriend.

downbad!mark x fem!reader

status: on going

chapter iii. suits & fine dining

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"yo, can i borrow your suit?"

mark rummaged through your closet while you kept yourself busy in the kitchen.

"sure.” you replied. your small apartment was an advantage to not having to scream even when you were in separate room. “i only have one clean, though. the other one's in the laundry."

mark’s hands are busy making a mess in your not so tidied closet, looking for the said black suit. his eyes finally fell upon the clothing he had been searching for, he took it out of the hanger and straightened the crinkled material. he needs to iron it himself when he gets home.

"found it."

walking out of your bedroom, mark was met with you who was busy cutting what looks like chicken patty. knowing your diet, he knows that's got to be a substitute for chicken—definitely cauliflower, mark remembers you making a vegan chicken sandwich using cauliflower, it tasted pretty good, to his surprise. he remembers you feeding it to him, your eyes sparkling with excitement, eager to brag to him how the cauliflower taste just like a chicken patty. he remembers it vividly, you feeding it to him and he tries so hard to be normal about it.

"got it?" you questioned, briefly looking up from her busy hands.

mark raised the suit in his hand for you to see, in which you took another brief glance before dropping your gaze back to the cutting board. mark took a split second to take in the way you look right now. a baggy pajama pants, a white t-shirt, and an apron. how badly he wanted to get behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. he, also, would like to kiss your neck and have you writhe under his touch, but that’s a fantasy for later.

"what do you need it for?" you asked, breaking him out of his trance.

"my mom asked me to come have dinner with the family since it's been a while."

"fine dining?"

mark nodded, eyes still examining the suit in his hands. 

"ooh, fancy."

"do you want to come with?" mark asked, finally putting the suit down, laying it neatly on the sofa. he's thinking as to how to bring it home without ruining it. he's too lazy to iron it himself. "my mom would love for you to come."

you chuckled. “mark, it's a family dinner. as much as i want to, i'd hate to feel out of place."

"don't be silly,” his voice soft. “you're like a family to us."

that was the truth. you don’t have the best relationship with your family and mark has took it upon himself to make sure you know that you can always turn to him and his family anytime you need.

your parents are religious and you are far from it. that’s one of the first thing mark noticed from you when you first started being friends. your lack of faith is so contrast to him. you have always had problems being emotionally connected to your religion, and as you grew older you realized that maybe you’re just not a spiritual person. mark had no problem with that. he’s very comfortable with his faith and relationship with god that your atheist beliefs don’t bother him. if anything, he admired your bravery for being honest with yourself.

it took awhile for you to open up about your complicated family relationship to him. he was glad you trusted him enough to be open to him. ever since then mark would try and get you involved with his family. at first he was worried that he might come off as pushy and condescending, but he knew he made the right decision when he noticed that you were getting closer and friendlier to his mom. you get along really well, and mark hoped his mother could somehow temporarily fill the gap of the lack of parental figure in your life.

"thank you, lee, but it's fine. you go have fun wearing my suit." you chuckled.

mark sighed softly. he would love for zo to tag along, but forcing you and making you feel out of place is the last thing he wants. he understands that no matter how close you’re getting with his family, it still won't feel the same. the invisible barrier would still be there, and he understands that you would never feel completely at home.

"okay." he sighed once again. "it's this friday night if you change your mind, though."

"aw, shit." you whined. "then i really can’t go. i already got plans for friday."

mark simply nodded at that. usually he would ask you to elaborate what plans you’re having, but he doesn't feel like getting his heart crushed at the moment. he knows you’re probably going out with someone, someone that was not him. usually he would understand, but he doesn't feel like being so understanding at the moment. he wants to be selfish, to have you all for himself.

"we can hang out on saturday night, though." you suggested.

mark nodded again, more excitedly this time. "sure. in or out?"

"let's just plan it last minute."

chuckling, he responded. "yes, ma'am."

"you go have fun friday night. don't ruin my suit, though. that one's my favorite." you glared at him playfully, pointing a knife—she was so conveniently happened to be holding—at him.

mark furrowed his eyebrows. "how the fuck would i ruin a suit?"

"i don't know." you shrugged. "remember when you borrowed jaehyun’s tuxedo and you burned a hole through the sleeve?”

"it was one time! i didn't know johnny was holding a cigarette." mark protested, throwing his arms up in defense. "dude, if anything, we should be glad i didn’t get burned.”

it wasn't fully mark’s fault. he remembered it was taeyong’s wedding. him and a couple other guys were outside the ballroom just after they cut the cake. mark hadn’t realized johnny was standing beside him holding a cigarette, not until he heard a hissing noise.

jaehyun wasn't mad about the tux. his parents could pay him to get another one custom made if he wanted to. sometimes mark envies being that wealthy.

you squinted your eyes at him, enjoying poking fun at the boy. "right. don't do that to my suit."

"dude, i doubt anyone would be smoking in a fine dine." he rolled his eyes. 

"oh yeah, i keep forgetting it's fine dining." you chuckle before putting a serious face and once again pointed a knife to his face. "behave."

"you're so fucking annoying." mark rolled his eyes once again, turning his heel to walk away from you who clearly were having a good time teasing him.

"i mean it, lee, behave!" your voice yelled from the kitchen as mark entered your bedroom. he could almost hear your smirk from the tone.

"fuck you!"

"i love you too!"

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