#i need to see him bend over in fishnets

[fobnsfwdoodles]

Happy October y'all, everyone get to work manifesting Rocky Horror Picture Show for the Halloween show!

[latenightdaydreams]

Easter Bunny (fem)

Happy Easter to those who celebrate! 🐰

MDNI🔞

Master list

>cw: fem/afab, oral, anal, p in v, dirty talk, chubby reader

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König reaches out to fix the white bunny ears that were beginning to slip off of your head. You slow down and bow your head to try and make it easier for him. He spanks you hard, “Didn’t say to stop kleiner Hase.”

You let out a small whimper that’s muffled by a carrot shoved into your mouth; just long enough to where it is gagging you and causing your eyes to water. The fabric of your white fishnet stocking digging into your knees as you bounce on Königs fat cock; your hands bound behind your back with pink ribbon. Your wet cunt leaving a thick white creamy ring around his cock. Your breast bouncing in a harmonious circular motion while his large hands are grasping your belly with one hand as the other one is on your ass playing with the fluffy white rabbit tail butt plug he shoved into your ass.

“Das ist ein guter Hase.” König groans. His toes curling from the pleasure of your silky walls trying to milk him for all he has. The scene of your breast bouncing is almost hypnotic, drool from the carrot in your mouth leaking on to them making them shine.

Bending you over, König used the carrot from your mouth and used it like a dildo on you. You mewl out pathetically begging for König to use his dick instead.

“Poor Hase needs my cock? Huh?” He taunts you while slapping your ass raw. All you can do is squirm and moan. “What a pathetic bunny, beg more.” He demands while spanking you, enjoying seeing the red mark of his hand forming slowly with every hit.

“Please,�� your words come out desperate, “I need your cock. Please. I need you to fuck my tight little pussy raw, please!”

“Will you be a good bunny?”

“Mhm, the best, please!”

“Good girl.” Finally pulling the carrot out he takes a bite before holding it up to your mouth.

“Open, Kleiner Hase, taste how sweet you are.” You open your mouth and he shoves it in and out as if it were his cock before just leaving it in your mouth to gag you again.

One hand on your hip to hold you in place, he guides his cock back inside of you. “Bounce Hase. Bounce.” You spread your legs a little and began to bounce your ass and twerk on his cock. König leans back slightly, watching your heavy ass bounce off of him and ripple with every bounce.

“Look at this tail,” König starts to turn the plug in your ass before slowly pulling it out. Your tight ass released the bulb with a wet popping sound. “You think it’s ready for my cock?”

You shake your head no, having never done anal before, you’re scared to do it.

König holds your hips to stop your motion and spreads your ass to get a look at your semi gaped hole. He begins to slowly push the plug back in causing you to wiggle your ass slightly, he spanks you hard. “Be a good bunny and stay still, okay?” König finally gets the plug in all the way, causing you to scrunch your face and let out a quiet moan.

On your knees in front of a full length mirror you bob your head back and forth on his cock while he watches you from all angles. His arms behind his back as he bucks forward into your mouth, his heavy balls hitting your chin repeatedly.

“Does my little bunny like her carrot?” he groans. You look up with teary eyes and bubbles of spit at the corners of your mouth, gagging on the length of his cock bulling its way into your throat.

“Is my Hase ready for her treat?” He pulls your head back and begins to jerk his dick, holding you in place. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out as sticky warm ropes of his cum begin to decorate your pretty face. You lick your lips and lean forward, wanting to taste more of his salty bitter cum.

“That’s my good girl, you like eating my cum don’t you?” His voice dripping with ecstasy. You look up nodding your head before sucking his cock more; like the hungry little bunny you are.

[mingsolo]

before you go

san x reader (afab) / genre: smut, pwp, established relationship / warnings: unprotected sex, cursing, hair pulling, oral (m receiving), spanking, slightly possessive san but its for the fun of it, jealous san, creampie, pet names (baby), wc: 1.1k / r: 21+

unedited but delicious, also done for the jealousteez collab club project @pirateeznet — have fun hornies!

“Why do you have to go so early?” 

San’s pouty voice resonated from the living room all the way to the bathroom, where you were finishing with your makeup, ready for tonight´s concert. 

“We talked about this Sanie, you can’t convince me to stay, you know how much I spent on the tickets?!”

He was about to reply with another plea, but he shut completely when he saw you got out of your bedroom, doing a spin and showing your finished concert assemble. San stood up, looking at you with wide eyes in admiration. “What do you think?” you said, spinning again, making your pleated skirt dance against your thighs, making the chains around your waist dingle. 

“Fuck! You look so hot, no! you can’t go like this, baby” he got closer, grabbing your waist and admiring your form. His eyes turned sparkly and his pout became almost cartoonish. “You've been talking too much about that Jake guy, and now he’s going to look at you like this, bounce like this, for him…” he added, sounding rather sad.

“Don’t be silly San, he won’t even notice me!”

“He would be an idiot if he doesn’t” He said, pulling you back against his chest.

You giggled, finding him amusing but knowing he is actually being serious. Truth was San couldn't handle you going to concerts, even less, guy concerts where a dude you won’t shut up about would be performing. 

“That’s sweet Sanie, but I doubt it,” you said, kissing him and throwing your arms around his neck. “Let’s make a deal, go home and after the concert, I’ll crash a your apartment and make it up for you, I promise”

San looked at the ceiling, considering your offer, but after a moment of deliberation, he thought of something. “I would be less mad about those guys seeing you dance in this outfit, If I get to fill you up good before you go, that’s my condition.” 

“Huh?!” you knew he was joking, he wouldn´t put conditions on you for going out or not, but this was cruel from him. He knew how fucking hot he was when he talked tried dirty talk on you, and what it provoked.

“Choi San, you wouldn’t” you glared at him.

“I won’t ruin your pretty outfit, I promise.”

Moments later, you were on your knees, soft pillow under them not to hurt you or ruin your fishnet tights. You look up to San, your eyes search for him and he looks down with drowsy eyes. “You look so pretty, baby,” he groans, and curses when you increase your pace, dick hot and heavy in your mouth. You gag and his teeth press onto his bottom lip, if you didn’t knew him better, you would say, in agony, 

He grabs his base and urges you to go one more time with all you got. The sounds you make as you suck him up are driving him insane and you can feel it on how his dick throbs against your throat. He is so loud you swear all your neighbors know what you are doing, but you don’t care. 

“Fuuuuuuck,” he groans, hearing you gag on him, “Shhh, baby, look at me” San lifts your head gently and your lashes flutter, “Fuck, are you crying?” He gasps but you don’t stop, taking him all in until he hits the back of your throat again. 

“You want me to load onto you in all places huh?” You nod and he curses again, “Crying because you want my cum on you so bad? thought you were in a hurry to leave, baby” You shake your head slightly and he giggles unable to resist how your lips and tongue work on him. 

Just as you are about to need to grasp some air, San thrust three times into you rather harshly. San sees that you need air and pulls out, “I love fucking your mouth, but I don’t want to ruin the makeup you spend so much working on” He then takes your arm and pull you up, immediately turning you over and bending you over the arm of the sofa, lifting your skirt, realizing is not tights what you are wearing, but stockings. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?,” He grunts and presses against you, dragging his cock against your folds, hearing you whine and whimper, until he’s satisfied. “Where are your shorts?”

“Sanie, I haven't finished dressing up!” you cry. 

“Sure thing,” He chuckles darkly, pushing himself into you with ease, “Such. A. Slut” he said, pushing into you harshly with every word. You moan, feeling how San turns your face towards him and kisses you sloppily. It’s so messy and the angle is awkward but the both of you need to be connected in every way. 

when San breaks the kiss, and grabs you by the hair, it’s harsh but at the same time he doesn’t want to mess up your recently done hair, and despite spit dripping out your mouth thanks to the kiss and San slamming into you like a fucking starved man, you feel so enamoured by him that you start to tear up again. 

One hand on your hair and the other on your stomach, keeping you close to him as he slams in and out, while sucking on your neck, making sure to leave some kind of mark for you to display later tonight. “Baby, you like that you're gonna be jumping and dancing with my cum inside you all night, right?,” you nod frantically, and San feels like exploding at any second. “Want to be sure you don’t forget about me baby, gonna fill you up so good” 

You moan and he takes the chance to leave your hair and stick two fingers into your mouth. Wasting no time you start sucking them, at the same pace of San’s thrusts inside you. San hits your sweet spot and you sob into his fingers, accidentally taking them out.

“San please, please!” 

“What baby, you wanna come already?” 

“Please baby, I want to come”

San increases his pace and it's becoming rather sloppy, so you know he’s close too. “Fuck then come with me, let’s come together bab— yyy!” San lets out a whiny moan that you sure resonated in the entire building. He pressed himself against you and you rode your release at the same time that you felt San’s hot cum filling you up. “Just like that,” he breathes out, moving a little to see if his cum is leaking out of you as he wished. “Mine, mine only.” He says, spanking you loudly.

You moan and San chuckles, helping you stand up. He smiles, kissing your temple before he goes to pick up some tissues to help you clean up before you need to change stockings. 

“Now go for those shorts, or else I’ll fuck you again until the concert is over.” 

“Sanie!” 

He huffs, dimples showing as he smiles again, and then he squints. “I mean it.” 

@mingsolo please do not re-upload/translate to other sites

[everyonewooeverywhere]

pairing ✭ toxic bf!mingi x f!reader

content/genre ✭ smut (warnings below the cut)

synopsis ✭ mingi is a victim of his own libido. and honestly so are you.

word count ✭ 0.8k

warning ✭ mingi is the perfect example of a bf who has no boundaries (bad 😡), kinda dubcon (consent is def not clear and again man has no boundaries), oral (m rec), deepthroating, cum eating, dirty talk, pet names (pretty girl, baby)

notes ✭ idk im horny 🤷‍♀️ have fun

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Sometimes Mingi could keep it in his pants when he saw you. Sometimes he maintained an ounce of self-control to keep his hands (mostly) to himself. Sometimes he had enough rationale to understand that sex was not the most logical option in the moment.

Most of the times, though, he was a horny bastard who could hardly function. It certainly didn’t help that his girl was hotter than anyone he’d ever had the pleasure of seeing (or fucking), and, if he was honest, you were so bad for him.

He can’t go two hours without getting off. Whether it’s pushing you to your knees in a public restroom, bending you over the kitchen counter (in his shared apartment) or feverishly jerking off on his own because you’re not there while listening to the little audios you recorded just for him. The man needs stimulation more than anything he’s ever needed in his entire life. 

He’s never been so aggressively attracted to anyone, but you broke him. And now he can’t function.

You go clubbing with him one night because you wanted a night of fun with your girlfriends. But he practically begged to come with you.

Dressed in your (and Mingi’s) favorite black miniskirt, you stood in front of the full body mirror in your bedroom strapping your black heels and straightening out your outfit. He’d appeared behind you, surprising you when he gripped your waist and pressed himself against you.

He’d helped himself into your apartment. You hadn’t even planned on seeing him tonight. When you stood up, you tried to step away from him but he kept his hold on you. Kissing your neck and exposed shoulders. “Min…” you sighed. 

“Hey pretty girl.”

“What are you doing here?” you asked as he kept kissing your skin. “I told you I had plans.”

“Well, I didn’t want you going out alone, so I figured I’d come with.”

And so, to your…well you weren’t to sure how to feel…but he was there.

And honestly, it didn’t matter. Once he’d pulled you away from your friends and onto the dance floor, you were all his. His pretty plaything grinding up against him in her tiny little skirt and fishnets. Your girls were visibly annoyed, but fuck he felt so good. And you were having fun! You could deal with the aftermath of your peeved friends on another day.

“Baby,” he spoke into your ear over the thumping bass of the club. The rasp of his voice made you feel all sorts of weak. 

You nodded.

“Let’s go to the bathroom,” he didn’t even give you time to respond before he led you into the bathroom. Finding an empty stall and filing you in.

He pulled you into a kiss. A rough and sloppy one. One that made it obvious that he was in one of those moods that could only be quelled by fucking you into tomorrow. One of his hands tangled in your hair, the other groped at your ass. Pulling your skirt up so he could feel your skin through the fishnets.

When he pulled away he left a small trail of saliva between you, but he quickly wiped it away, licking your lips. And then smearing the remainder of his spit over your lips. Smudging your lipstick.

“Knees baby,” he grunted.

“But Mingi…” you whined softly, “This bathroom is disgusting.”

“Oh come on. You’ve dealt with worse,” he countered, “Let me have this, and then I’ll make you feel better.” He kissed you softly, “I promise.”

You rolled your eyes but dropped to your knees anyway. He helped you unzip and unbutton his pants which had grown tighter and tighter as the night went on.

By the time you pulled his cock out of his underwear, he was a wreck. He was red and leaking, and he audibly groaned at every little touch. 

When you licked you tip as he held it up to your lips, he hissed. “Fuck baby. Hurry up. Come on.”

You took him into your mouth and it took no time at all for him to grip the back of your head and thrust himself down your throat. Losing a bit of his sanity every time you gagged and sputtered on his cock.

Fuck baby…your throat is so good.

You fit me so perfect. 

Oh I fucking love when you gag on me.

Holy fuck! I’m gonna a come…

His raspy voice was loud over the music outside the bathroom. His voice echoed off walls. “You’ll swallow it, right baby? Be a good girl for me ok?”

And you were. You were his good girl. So you swallowed every last drop. “Oh you’re so good.” He groans. Running a hand over your hair. 

You stand up and push him back against the wall. Looking up at him with wide eyes, pouting, “Is it my turn yet?” And all it takes is a little begging, and he’s hard again.

[avocado-writing]

You said you needed ideas pookie, lucky for you 🎀I have free time to think of nothing but Wolverine and Deadpool🎀

Can I get a Wolverine and Deadpool with a goth s/o! PLZ I AM ON MY KNEES!!!

How they react with a reader who is just a completely other esthetic than them

I feel like Wade would steal things he thinks reader would like and make her try it on infront of him

And Logan would think it's hot because it's something he's not used too

(Good God I want them so bad)

IMPECCABLE TASTE my darling. i'm sorry if i didn't do goths justice i am the most cottagecore bastard there is. minors dni.

Wade who pilfers anything he can get his hands on when he knows you'll look sexy in it. This time, scrap of lace which will be just beautiful around your thigh, swiped from a hook in a lingerie store. Him coming home with a giddy glee, telling you he "got you something you'll love, spooky pookie". Feeling himself harden when you look out at him from purple-shadowed eyes, heavy lashes which bat ingenue-like. Asks you to jump up on the counter so he can slip it on. You extend a leg and he breathes out a long breath to control himself, pulling the black garter up until it fits comfortably just under the plush of your ass. You admire it and smile, pressing a boot into his shoulder.

"You did good, baby. Wanna eat me out as I wear it?"

He thanks whatever goth distribution system god is listening that he has you and dives right in, pushing your black satin panties to the side - can't be bothered to take them off. You wrap your thighs tight around his head as he sloppily kisses your cunt in order to keep him right in place, use his face as you want to. The lace from his gift presses against his cheekbone and he cums in his sweatpants.

Logan who swears up and down that he isn't watching you go about your business but can't take his eyes off your little ruffled skirt. You must know he's obsessed with you because of the way you cross your legs so he can admire them, fishnet stockings which reach your upper thigh, boots with a deadly heel. You prop yourself up opposite him, long decorated nails tapping against your cheek. You could leave pretty nice scratches in his back with those.

"You gonna just keep watching, old man, or come and have a taste?"

His chair is thrown backwards at the speed with which he stands. He's not sure if it's really a challenge or an invitation but either way he isn't backing down. Bends you over the table; hitches your skirt up so he can see the scrap of red lace you call panties, slapping your ass with an open palm which makes you moan and squirm under him. A hand fisted in your dyed hair to keep you in place as he fucks his cock between your cheeks, taking his time with you while the apartment is quiet...

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[melon-fodder]

What Friends Are For • T. Hiragi

Summary: Hiragi was annoyed when you bailed on the plans you had with him, but when finds you curled up with your heating pad, alone in your apartment he understands what happened, and now he wants to help.

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: period sex, female-bodied reader, best friends to lovers, blood (obviously), cramps and other period symptoms, fingering, p in v, mentions of oral but it doesn’t happen (maybe next time)

Notes: this has been in my head for months now. It’s time to get it out. Special shout out to my nexplanon! Thanks for making me bleed for a solid month 😔✌🏻

Hiragi is annoyed.

Which isn’t uncommon for him, honestly, but it’s pretty rare that he’s annoyed with you.

You’d had these plans for a couple weeks now, a local band you both enjoy playing at a small venue downtown. You were excited. You had sent Hiragi all your different outfit options, and he’d given his honest opinions until you’d settled on the crop top, shorts, fishnets, and docs. He’d had to talk you out of the skirt you’d recently gotten— “I don’t wanna have to worry about creeps thinkin’ they can just slip their hands up there.”

“You don’t have to worry about me like that, Ragi,” you’d told him over the phone, “it’s not like I’m your girlfriend. You don’t have to defend my honor.”

A reminder that stings a little every time. You’re not his girlfriend, and he’s not your boyfriend, despite what everyone thinks and says. Despite everything that he feels.

None of that matters currently, though, because he’s pissed at you. Which is why he’s knocking on your apartment door to see what the fuck is wrong with you. Surely, there has to be something. It’s not like you to flake.

There’s some brief shuffling from inside before the door opens a crack, revealing a sliver of your face that looks… different.

“Ragi?” He just taps his foot until you open the door and let him in. “What’re you doing? I told you I can’t go out.”

The first thing he notices is that your eyes are a little puffy. Then, when he glances around your small living room, Hiragi sees that the TV is on, playing one of your favorite medical dramas—the one that’s just sex, surgery, and crying. You’re in a ratty old t-shirt (one of his, he’s pretty sure) and a pair of boy shorts that hug your hips and thighs too well.

“So what, you’re gonna skip out on this show so you can just sit here and watch TV?” His irritation has spiked again, familiar acid rising in his throat.

“What?” You peer at him like you’re confused then look back to the show and the little nest you’ve made yourself on your couch.

“It’s not… I wanna go. I just don’t think I’d have a good time.” Your face twists, both hands moving to your hips as you bend as if to stretch your back.

You’re acting weird.

“How do you know you’re not gonna have a good time?”

“Hiragi…” you say his name like a warning, and something new clicks into place.

You don’t feel well. The puffy eyes, the comfy clothes— “are ya sick or somethin’?”

You grimace, still bending and stretching while digging your thumbs into your lower back.

“No, I just— fuck, I need to lay back down.”

He watches as you walk to the couch and pull something out from under the mass of blankets, click a remote a couple times, then settle it against your back.

“I wanna go to the show, Ragi. And I’m not sick.” He can see the muscles of your jaw flex when you clench your teeth. “My fucking period is just kicking my ass tonight, okay?”

Oh. Oh. Okay.

“That… makes more sense, I guess,” Hiragi mutters, feeling much less irritated and much more foolish. “Can I get you anything?”

“A hysterectomy?” you joke, though it sounds more like begging.

“If I was qualified, you know I would.”

He can’t find it in himself to look at you. It’s not like Hiragi isn't familiar with periods. He’s had girlfriends and friends who are girls and, ya know, a mother.

He’s just—it’s just—you never bring it up around him. You’ve never mentioned cramping or bleeding or cravings related to it. He doesn’t even think he’s ever seen a tampon in your purse or your bathroom (not that he’s looked, it’s just something he’s noticed).

You must be able to see the confusion written all over his face. Or maybe you just know him too fucking well because with a heavy sigh, you explain, “I switched birth controls a couple months back. I didn’t have periods at all on my old one, but this one… anyway, I’m not used to the pain and everything else.”

This is a problem. You have a problem, Hiragi thinks, one that he can fix or, at the very least, help you with. Hiragi is good at fixing things. He’s good at finding solutions. So if he can just shove all of his awkwardness and discomfort to the side, he can focus on what’s important: making you feel better.

“You have pain killers?”

You shake your head.

“Menstrual products?”

You snort. “What?”

“Pads, tampons—”

“I know what they are, dummy,” you laugh, “just sounds weird when you say it like that. Menstrual products,” you imitate, and Hiragi rolls his eyes.

“Do you have any?”

You shrug, “not enough, but I use a disk anyway.”

Now is not the time for questions.

“Alright. I’ll be right back then,” he tells you before turning around to walk out.

“Wait! Where are you… nevermind,” he hears you mumble before the door shuts. If you know him as well as he thinks you do, you should have a pretty good idea of where he’s headed.

The little drug store at the corner doesn’t exactly offer luxury, but it’s stocked with what Hiragi needs. The girl behind the counter gives him a knowing look as she rings everything up and asks if he’d like to buy one of the mini flower bouquets that are displayed next to the register.

Tempting.

But it’s not like that.

“Nah, just this,” he says as he pulls out his wallet, the one you tease him about so much (“what is this, 2000? Get rid of the chain, old man!”).

It isn’t long before he’s walking back into your apartment like he lives there. Sometimes it feels like he does. Hiragi drops the bags on your coffee table and starts taking things out.

Medicine, the kind with added caffeine to help with headaches and energy. A box of tampons, regular and super. A box of pads just in case. Your favorite chocolates. A pint of ice cream he needs to put in the freezer ASAP, and…

“Is that a—”

“It’s not some dumb little plushie,” Hiragi immediately grabs what definitely looks like a dumb little plushie. “It’s got a rice pack in it, see? So you can heat it up and—”

“Cuddle with it?” You grin. “Is there a reason it’s an alligator? I feel like that’s not very period friendly.”

“It was an alligator or a crab,” he calls out, walking to the kitchen. “You want crabs?”

“No, I do not want crabs,” you shout. “But, I’m just sayin’. It’s a little suspicious you coming back with a plushie—”

“Not a plushie!”

“—that sort of resembles you that you want me to cuddle with.”

Hiragi leans to the side so that you can see him. “You associating me with every animal that has sharp teeth is your problem, not mine.”

The microwave timer goes off, prompting him to take out the rice pack and stick it back in the soft alligator. There’s a nice little weight to it, and it’s pleasantly warm by the time he hands it to you, still pouting about your teasing.

He moves your legs so that he can sit on the couch then resituates them on top of his own thighs, getting comfortable and trying not to smile when you press the plushie (yeah, that’s what it is) to your stomach and sigh.

“That’s nice.”

“Just lemme know when it needs to be reheated.”

“So, you’re just gonna sit here all night watching shitty medical dramas and reheating my hiragator?”

“Yeah, I—wait, what?”

“You heard exactly what I said,” you glare in that playful way you do, squeezing the heated toy tighter to you.

“You cannot name it Hiragator.”

“Alligatoma?”

“That sounds like a fuckin’ cancer.”

“So, Hiragator it is. Now that that’s settled, you can go to the show.”

Hiragi leans back on the couch and rubs his hands down his face before dropping them back to your calves.

“S’not gonna be fun without you,” he grumbles.

“Bullshit. You’ll be able to get into the pit without worrying about me.”

“I’m not eighteen anymore,” he chuckles. “There ain’t a single bone in my body that wants to get into a mosh pit.”

Your pretty smile disappears as your fingers dig into plush green fur, and Hiragi watches in concern as you curl further in on yourself. Trying not to disturb you too much, he reaches for the bottle of medicine and pours 2 out, glad that your water bottle is next to you on the floor.

“Here,” he urges, holding the pills out to you. You prop yourself up on your elbow to take them before collapsing back on the cushions.

“Seriously, you don’t have to stay with me. I’ll be fine.”

“Not like I have anything better to do,” he shrugs and changes the subject, “what episode are we on?”

“I started over so it’s the one where she’s dating Derek and the vet at the same time, and she’s getting stressed out about it.”

“Oh, when she has to get her appendix taken out?”

“Look at you remembering the details,” you giggle.

“I’ve probably seen it five damn times now, how could I forget?”

For the next hour, Hiragi sits with you, occasionally unwrapping a chocolate and handing it to you, sometimes rubbing your legs when you get that pained expression, trying not to think about how soft you feel and how he could get used to having you curled up next to him.

When he realizes the medicine either hasn’t kicked in or isn’t doing it’s fucking job, Hiragi finally braves the question, “did anything help before? I’m guessin’ you had periods before your old birth control, so what’d you do back then?”

“I don’t remember them being this bad, honestly, but sometimes when I’d have bad cramps…” you shake your head. “Never mind. Too much information.”

“What?”

“Nothing. You’d probably think it’s gross.”

Well, now his interest is definitely piqued.

“Just tell me.”

He gives your calf a tiny pinch that makes you squeal, “fine,” while kicking his thigh. “When I was, like, sixteen, one of my friends told me that orgasms helped her when she was in a lot of pain, so I tried it.”

Hiragi’s mouth is suddenly very, very dry, but he still manages to ask, “and did it help?”

“Yeah, quite a bit, actually.”

He feels warm, like he’s touching your heating pad. Is he sweating? His face is probably beet red. Thinking about you like that, trying to relieve the tension in your body, fingers between your legs—

Stop. Stop thinking about it. He can already feel his dick stirring to life, and that is the last thing you should have to put up with right now.

“I told you you’d think it was gross.”

Hiragi sets his jaw and shakes his head.

“You’ve got a natural painkiller. Why not use it?” It’s a miracle his voice is coming out as smoothly as it is.

“Cause it’s… it’s weird doing it when you’re not in the mood, I guess. And, like, it can get a little messy.”

Fucking Christ.

“It’s hard to masturbate when you don’t feel sexy, and it’s hard to feel sexy when you’re cramping and bloated and weepy.”

“Makes sense,” Hiragi nods to himself, tracing little patterns on your leg, brain completely empty aside from the thought, I could do it for you.

“What?”

Ah, shit. He’s usually so good at thinking through things before saying them out loud, but apparently the pathway from Hiragi’s brain to his mouth chose this one fucking time to malfunction.

No taking that one back.

“I said I could do it for you,” he repeats.

“I’m sorry, just so we’re on the same page, you’re talking about…”

“Giving you an orgasm. Making you cum. However you wanna put it.”

He shifts your legs a little further away from the growing bulge in his pants.

Your eyes are wide, mouth hanging open, and he feels the need to defend, “just cause you said it helped before! If you don’t want to, that’s fine. I just figured I’d offer.”

“I… honestly, I don’t know what to say. It’s been a while since anyone… and, I mean, it’d be weird, right? You and me? Plus, the blood, like… it’d be weird.”

“Whatever you say,” Hiragi hums. “I’m not scared of a little blood, though, just so we’re clear.”

“I never said you were. I know you’re very familiar with it, tough guy.”

“Pretty familiar with the female orgasm too, so you know.”

You make an undignified sound, something between a squawk and a shout that makes him laugh. “Telling me about your conquests isn’t gonna encourage me to let you stick your fingers up there!”

“I’m not gonna just stick ‘em up there, fuck, who have you been with that did that?”

“No one! I’m just saying!”

“Okay, Jesus, just watch your show.”

Hiragi makes a show of taking his hands off your legs and folds them behind his head. You somehow nestle deeper into the couch, hugging the alligator closer as you clench your teeth again.

How obvious would it be if he ran to the bathroom to rub one out? Would you be able to tell? He shouldn’t even need to. You barely talked about it.

But, the seed has been planted. The image of you on your bed with your knees open, your hand or maybe a toy rubbing over your sex.

Hiragi grabs a pillow and shoves it under your legs and therefore over his lap with the excuse that, “your heels are diggin’ into me.” That should take care of that for now.

About half an episode passes without the two of you saying anything, and when you do finally speak, it’s to quietly ask if he’ll reheat Hiragator for you.

“Only if you stop calling it that,” he says as he takes it from you.

“Never.”

He tosses it back into the microwave, of course, arms braced on the kitchen counter as he waits for the timer to go off. When he gets back, you have your eyes squeezed shut so tightly, it looks painful. There are tears right at the corners, and you’re taking slow, shaky breaths.

“Hey, hey, here,” he puts the plushie against your stomach and smooths a hand down your back, all the while wondering how the fuck you and every other uterus-having human puts up with this bullshit every month. It looks like hell.

“Ragi?” your voice cracks around his name.

He tilts his head, noticing your falling tears, and reaches over to wipe them away. “Hm?”

“You’re serious about helping me?”

He blinks at you. “You ever know me to be anything but serious?”

“I have seen very unserious sides of you. Sides that no one else sees.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Don’t go thinkin’ you’re special or somethin’.”

“Special enough for you to make a very bold offer,” you shoot back with watery eyes and a raised brow.

“You ready to take me up on that?” He hopes he doesn’t sound too excited.

You nod emphatically, biting your lip while clutching that damn alligator like it’s your only lifeline.

“Alright, go get comfortable in bed. I’ll grab a towel.”

He helps you up, laughing through his nose when he hears you mutter something along the lines of, “can’t believe we’re doing this.”

You disappear into your bedroom, leaving Hiragi to wash his hands and grab the towel. He sheds his jacket in your room, hanging it on the doorknob, and even though he’s still fully clothed, he feels naked without the extra layer, not to mention his boots that are next to your front door.

You’re sitting up by your pillows, knees to your chest, voice too fucking meek for Hiragi’s liking when you ask, “do you want me to go put a disc in real quick? I don’t… these are just special underwear to, like, absorb. I don’t—I don’t have anything in right now, so…”

Hiragi stares at you while unfolding the towel, laying it out before motioning to it.

“Like I said before, ain’t gonna bother me. Now get comfortable and take those off.”

“So demanding, geez.”

You sound light-hearted, like you’re joking, but Hiragi sees the way your hands are shaking. You’re nervous. He doesn’t like that.

“Hey,” he stops you once you’ve pulled your underwear down to your thighs, “look at me.”

“If you tell me to call you sir or master or some shit, I’m kicking you out.”

“Shut up for just a second, please, I’m bein’ serious.”

“So am I! Don’t try to get all kinky—”

He grabs your face, pushing your cheeks together so that you’ll stop fucking talking.

“Listen to me.”

“I lish’nen,” you try, and it actually makes him smile.

“If you don’t wanna do this. If you’re not comfortable or if you’re scared or whatever, we don’t have to. I really am just tryin’ to help.” You nod under his hand, and he lets go. “I’m not gonna get grossed out. I’m not gonna judge you for anything, understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you answer with a smirk, and god dammit, it actually makes his cock twitch a little.

“You’re fuckin’ impossible to deal with, ya know that?”

“And yet, here you are doing just that.”

You shimmy out of your underwear and drop them over the side of the bed. It leaves you in nothing but that old T-shirt—Hiragi’s old T-shirt—so thin he can see the peaks of your nipples when you lie back.

He sits on the edge of the bed, waiting for you to relax, to let your knees fall open, to bare yourself to him. That's not something he’s ever rushed a woman on, and he’s definitely not gonna rush you. You close your eyes, bite your lip, then slowly spread your legs.

Hiragi has to focus on breathing, in and out, in and out, as his gaze land on your pussy. Puffy lips decorated with sticky blood and slick. He’s glad your eyes are closed because he licks his lips at the view. Hiragi could stare all day, but that’s not what he’s here for.

“You ready?” he asks, voice lower than usual.

“Yeah, you can… you can touch me.”

He feels his dick throb at those words, growing even harder when he grazes his fingers over your mound. You gasp, body tensing before relaxing again, like you had to remind yourself that you’re safe here with him.

He slides a finger up your slit, through the wetness, glancing down to note the mixture of blood and arousal before he spreads your folds.

There are so many things he could say at the sight of your twitching hole, so many ways he could praise the pretty pink leaking dark red like some kind of sordid Valentine’s candy that Hiragi wants to devour.

His eyes fall on the little bud at the crest of your lips, cute and begging for attention, and when he circles it with a wet finger, you stifle a moan with your fist.

“You can be loud, it’s your place,” Hiragi tells you, watching your face as he gently rubs over your clit, “plus, I’ll know it feels good if ya keep makin’ noises like that.”

He gives it a little flick that makes your hips buck, and you swear at him.

It doesn’t take long for Hiragi to learn what you like and what you don’t. You like the circles he rubs on your clit. You like when he just barely dips a finger between your folds.

And, you really like it when he slowly slides his middle finger deep into your pussy.

“Ohhmygod…”

Using the thumb on his other hand, Hiragi starts teasing your clit again, pride swelling inside him at the way your eyes roll into the back of your head. Looking down, he watches his finger as it glides in and out of your body, fresh blood coating the digits. A thick string of it stretches from your hole to the towel beneath you, viscous as it mixes with your slick, and Hiragi can’t help but watch until it snaps.

“Fuck, that feels… that feels good.”

“Yeah?” He crooks his finger a bit, searching for that extra-swollen bundle, and when you cry out, he knows he’s found it.

The way you’re moaning and shifting your hips has him worked up, his cock straining against the zipper of his pants, and he wants to relieve some of the pressure so fucking bad, but he definitely doesn’t wannna give you the wrong idea.

“Can you—can you add another finger? I just need—more p-pressure… wanna be full.”

Hiragi groans. He can’t keep it in. And he knows he sounds wounded because it feels like you just shot him. You wanna be full.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” he forces out, lining up his index with his middle finger and pushing them both inside you.

You suck them in greedily, needy as you start to chase your climax. Hiragi wets his thumb again, massaging your clit, eyes flicking from your cunt to your face, all your pretty expressions while he stuffs your pussy.

You’re making a mess of yourself and the towel. He can smell iron, which is strange because usually when he smells it, he can feel it in a busted lip or bitten tongue. Usually, when he smells it, he can taste it.

He's gonna cum in his pants if he keeps thinking about that, about shoving his face between your legs and feasting. He’s fantasized about eating you out countless times before, but never like this. Never so desperately. He’s never felt this fucking deranged over it.

“Fuck, please, please, please,” you cry, meeting his fingers on every thrust, trying to take more than he can give with them.

“What? What can I do?”

Hiragi raises to his knees, keeping pace with his fingers and planting his other hand by your head so he can lean over you.

So gorgeous like this—face splotchy, eyelashes wet with unshed tears, lips dark and swollen from the way you’ve been biting them. He has to fight not to kiss you, especially when you’re gazing up at him like this. Wanton. Hungry.

“What do you want?” he breathes. He’s too close to you, face just barely hovering over yours, and he’s sure you can see the lusty fog in his eyes, but you’ve got it too.

You whisper something, and he can feel the ghost of his own name against his lips, but not as clearly as he feels the words “fuck me” that fall from your mouth before you kiss him.

It’s harsh and desperate, teeth and tongues and heavy breathing before he breaks away to unbuckle his belt and free his aching cock.

“Don’t have a condom,” he says before reattaching himself to you, sucking on your bottom lip as he rubs himself over your messy pussy.

“Birth control, remember?” you pant. “S’why we’re here to begin wi—”

Hiragi pushes inside of you with a deep groan, one smooth thrust until he’s bottomed out and you’re clawing at his shirt. Your eyes are rolled back again, mouth barely moving against his like you’re in a daze.

“Feel full now, baby?”

You nod, and Hiragi gives you one more gentle kiss before he starts an even rhythm, his thick cock gliding in and out of you with ease. When his thumb finds your clit again, you moan his name like a plea, over and over again as your body starts to tighten up.

“Ragi, fuck, oh my god…”

Looking down, Hiragi watches your cunt swallow him, coating him in shiny red as a ring of thick white forms at the base of his cock. You’re a fucking mess, creaming all over him as he pushes blood and squirt out of your pussy.

“You gonna cum for me?” he grunts, feeling his balls tighten as his own orgasm builds. “Come on, baby, lemme see how good you feel.”

“So good,” you gasp, “s-so—oh, fuck…”

Your back arches off the bed just before you clamp down around Hiragi. Even if he didn’t want to cum, he wouldn’t be able to stop it, not with the way you milk it out of him—walls so soft and wet as they squeeze him, suck him even deeper as he empties his balls and paints your insides with hot cum.

All he wants to do is collapse on top of you, but he has enough sense to pull out first, causing both of you to hiss, then lets himself fall to the side.

It’s silent for a while, heavy breathing and voices from the TV filtering into your bedroom. Hiragi has the horrifying thought that nothing will ever be the same between the two of you after that.

That was as raw as it fucking gets. That was blood and guts and cum. So much cum.

Then, he feels you grab his hand and squeeze.

“Feel any better?” he asks, voice nothing but gravel.

“I feel a lotta things,” you hum. “Better is one of them.”

“That’s good, yeah?”

“Yeah… but I’m also sad,” you admit with a pout, and Hiragi rolls onto his side to look at you.

“There’s nothin’ to be sad about. You know we’re still good, right? We’re still—”

“It’s not that,” you sigh.

“Then what is it?”

You roll to face him, eyes still a little hazy from your orgasm but all big and shimmering when you look at him.

“Hiragator’s gonna get so lonely now that I have you to fuck the cramps outta me.”

“Oh my fucking god!”

You dissolve into a fit of giggles, hiding your face in your hands as Hiragi throws a leg over you and pulls you into his chest.

You are the worst—the absolute worst, and he loves everything about you, from the mess between your legs to the curve of your smile against his collarbone. Hiragi loves it all.

[killerlookz]

Joost Klein x Goth!Gf Headcannons

content: SFW and NSFW headcannons below the cut, 18+ MDNI, this work contains rpf and has been tagged as such, do not continue if that makes you uncomfortable

SFW Headcannons

You're pretty much his personal makeup artist now, anytime he wants to do his fun little facepaint looks (like the mime or kiss makeup) you're the first one he's asking to help him out

He absolutely doesn't mind you kissing him with your lipstick on and is in no rush to wash off the dark-colored lipstick prints you leave on his cheeks after you do so, sometimes letting them sit there for hours while he goes about his day.

You can't tell me that this man doesn't absolutely love going to the goth clubs. It's definitely a different speed than he's usually used to, and some of the music may be a little slow for his taste but that man just absolutely loves dancing and the nightlife in general.

He definitely dresses up to "fit in" to go to the goth clubs too! Putting on whatever black items he can find in his closet, usually a pair of rugged black jeans adorned with a thick belt either studded or with a big buckle and some black shirt he spent far too much money on. He usually ends up looking more like he's about to join Opium or Drain Gang than he does goth, but your heart entirely melts at the fact that he's trying.

You absolutely inspire him to buy a pair of New Rocks (side note im actually surprised ive never seen him in new rocks they're very his style lol) and he just absolutely towers over you in them, which he finds very amusing (cue him teasing you about being "short" even though the platforms of those shoes are like 10 cm, making him like 198 cm/ 6'5)

If you are wearing big shoes and they start to hurt he will absolutely carry you back to wherever you need to go- The same goes for if you're breaking in new shoes- you're out and about together and all of a sudden you start treading behind him, walking awkwardly due to the blisters forming on your heels and the backs of your ankles- and he knows, you don't even have to say anything, he just stops dead in his tracks, and bends down for you to get on his back.

Thrifting/ DIYing dates!!! It becomes a tradition for the two of you to go out to thrift/consignment stores and pick out pieces for the two of you to style or DIY into something. He loves it especially when you DIY things for him, and always shows off the clothes/accessories you put together for him, "Oh you like my necklace? Yeah, my girlfriend made it for me."

He laces up your corsets for you! No longer do you need to struggle trying to reach behind your back to tie your corsets. He's always so delicate about it too, "You're sure I'm not squeezing you too tight?" Running his hands all along your sides and your hips after he finishes tying it shut.

He definitely just thinks you are so cool, despite having his own unique style himself, he is just in so much awe of you being yourself, and just genuinely finds you to be the coolest person on Earth, whether its the way you do your makeup, or dress, or the music you listen to, he's just obsessed.

He'll absolutely tease you a little bit though, cue him singing "Because toniiiight will be the noiiight that I will fall for yewwww over agaiiiin" at you because he knows it pisses you off *just a little* you'll chastise him for that being emo not goth, but he still finds it funny regardless, and he loves seeing that little smile you give him when you're trying to pretend to be mad at him, but really you're holding back a laugh

He loves when you wear his necklaces or his fancy belts to accessorize with

Getting tattoos together is a muuuust, he's not so into the idea of matching tattoos, but just spontaneously on a whim being like, "hey do you wanna get another tattoo today?"

NSFW Headcannons

You CANNOT count how many new fishnet tights you've had to buy from Joost being far too impatient to get you undressed, bending you over, lifting up your skirt and just ripping the flimsy fabric open, not even bothering to take them off of you.

However, when the sex is more romantic he absolutely loves taking his time with you, so delicately removing each of your layers (and us goth girlies know... we wear a looot of layers lmaoo) he just loves being all sensual about it, he also just for sure enjoys teasing you with how excruciatingly slow he is about it.

Loves seeing how much he can ruin your makeup, whether its smudged lipstick or eyeliner dripping down your face, the messier the better.

In addition to fucking up your makeup he loves when you go down on him while you're wearing lipstick, the way your lipstick smears as you take him in your mouth, god he finds it so hot.

Obsessed with when you wear leather or latex!! Oof the way the tight, shiny material hugs your body, he cannot get enough, and honestly is ready to take it off of you the second you slip it on.

He absolutely adores you in lace too (especially black lacey lingerie) when you wear lacey tops with nothing but a bra underneath... (same can be said for a fishnet top) oooooh girl he is absolutely feral, the way you're technically "covered" but still exposed in all the right spots... whew

If you have long/pointy nails he looves feeling you dig them into him as he fucks you,

Whenever the two of you go out to the goth clubs things definitely get very steamy, always ending up with his arms wrapped around your waist and your ass pressed against his crotch as your bodies move together to the dark, slow, synthy music.

He loves it when you bite him! Always calling you his little vampire as you suck on his neck, leaving pretty little lovebites and lipstick smudges on his skin. (vampire/blood kink goes brrrr wait what who said that hAHAHHAHHA)

Fucking to goth music is a MUST... not sorry about it, bands like Depeche Mode and She Wants Revenge are top tier sex music, him mumbling along to Tear You Apart, his lips pressing into your neck, sending vibrations down your spine as he slowly undresses you.

Also fucking while watching horror movies hehehehe, there's just something about the suspense and tension that gets your blood going, one second you're watching the TV anxiously, and the next second he's on top of you as you're begging for him to please fuck you.

[euno11a]

Tattooed Hearts II

Genre: No one to someone Tattoo artist! Jungkook X Reader

Summary: What happened to us? Why did we end up like this? It was only a one time thing. Now it’s ruined us both.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, mentions of hookups, insults, arguing, blood, mentions of period, insecurities

Pt I • Pt III • Pt IV • Pt V• Pt VI • Pt VII • Pt VIII

***

What a jackass! Months of not seeing you, and all he had to say was ‘glad you’re back?!’ Seriously? Watching him walk away so nonchalant made your blood boil, he was a player. What did you expect? He wasn’t gonna drop to his knees and start sobbing! It was dumb if you to even have hopes of him doing that. You glared at the closed office door, hoping he would trip over a stone and scrape his knees. Yes, it was childish, but scraping your knees hurts! You opened your juice, sipping it while cursing Jungkook out in your mind.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard the buzzing of the tattoo gun again, “Is the juice good?” V asked with a small smile.

You nodded happily, drinking even more. The question stood in your mind, how did they know it was your favourite drink? You hadn’t told any of them apart from Jungkook…oh my god. OH MY GOD! Was he still thinking about you?! No, there’s no way, all he thinks about is getting his dick wet, he was not thinking about you. It was probably just a mix up with a flavour. V continued with the tattoo, mentioning that you’d have to come back for a second round to do the colouring and final touches. You agreed, wanting to finally have the tattoo finished. Time went by and a woman walked into the parlour, she was wearing a black latex looking skirt with a matching top, fishnets and some funky looking heels. She was his next client? Good god. Listen, you weren’t one for being insecure. You loved your body! It was amazing! But looking at the woman that just walked in, you couldn’t help but compare yourself just a little bit. She had the ‘perfect body,’ almost no body hair, an hour glass shape, perfect face (probably because of Botox), she was the ideal woman. So watching Jungkook step out of his office and lean on the doorway, smirking at her, made me know that it wasn’t just a touch up that was about to happen. I groaned and looked at V, “Am I almost done…?” “Yep! Just gonna wipe it down with an alcohol wipe and tape you up, then you’re free to go.” He smiled politely at you, which you returned. You luckily finished just before the moans echoed through the parlour, the woman from before, moaning and screaming for Jungkook. You made a small face of disgust, walking to the front desk to pay. RM gave you a sympathetic look, setting up the machine so you could pay. The worst part, was that you could hear his grunts. The grunts he used to make when he fucked you, when he touched you, when he ate you out, even when you bent over to pick something up. Now you’re realizing that you weren’t that special to him. You were a quick fuck and drop. After paying, you walked out of the parlour, a sense of rage present in your gut. Who the hell did he think he was? Honestly, he will never find someone to love forever. He'll always be a player. *** “Is that even sanitary?” Lindsay asked as you guys walked to the bar. You’d came home and told her about your adventures at the tattoo parlour. You weren’t sure if she was treating you to drinks because she felt bad for you, or if it was because she needed to wipe away the vivid picture you painted for her of Jungkoon fucking a woman in his office. You shrugged, stopping in front of the bar, pulling the door open. “I don’t think he’d care even if it wasn’t. Such an asshole…” You mumbled, getting seats at the bar top. You ordered your drinks, a gin and tonic and a dirty Shirley, waiting for the bartender to make them, Lindsay nudged you.

“Look at Mr Hottie over there! God, I’d let him bend me over the bar and fuck me.” She said proudly, biting her bottom lip.

You almost choked on your spit, “I’m sorry, wHaT? Lindsay, you can’t just go around saying that!”

She leaned back and smiled at you, “Come on! I haven’t been fucked in a good while, my vibrators not cutting it anymore! I need a real dick.” Turning her head, she smiled at the guy, winking.

“I thought you were here to drink with me, not get fucked by some random guy.” The drinks came and you instantly drank some, you had a feeling this was gonna be a long night. Grabbing her drink, Lindsay smiled at you once again, walking in the direction of the guy. You groaned and leaned your head on your hand, mixing your drink. Maybe it was from the day, but the gin didn’t feel strong enough. After about 30 minutes, you turned to look at your friend, but not to your surprise, she was gone and so was the guy. “Hope you have a nice fuck.” You mumble to yourself. “Thank you, I will.” The voice caught you off guard, making you jump and turn your head. Jesus Howard Christ. Jungkook smirked down at you, leaning on the bar top. “It was nice seeing you again today. Still looking good.” You didn’t reply, don’t speak to the devil, he’ll hurt you. You sipped your drink in silence, trying not to pay attention to the muscular man beside you. “Come on, you could at least say hi.” “You can at least tell me when you decide to cheat.” You shot back, angrily. Damn it, where’s Lindsay when you need her? “Woah, woah, woah, I never cheated.” Jungkook replied, grabbing his scotch on the rocks. “We were never together, so technically I didn’t actually cheat on you.” Was he serious right now? “Oh, sorry, my bad. I was a fuck toy.” Your jaw clenched, hand gripping the glass of gin and tonic tightly. You could see him smirk from the corner of your eye, “You were a good fuck toy. Always let me use your pretty pussy…fuck you so good. Bet you haven’t had good dick since.” “I’ve had plenty of dick, many that've topped yours.” You snarked back, god, where was your buffer? What happened to ignoring him? And what was with all the lies? “Sure you have. Speaking of, where’s that friend of yours? Did she dump you for dick?” He was trying to get a ride out of you….it was working. “No, she escaped before you came. God blessed her today, but I unfortunately haven’t had his graces placed upon me yet.” You could hear him chuckle lowly, his laugh was deep and husky…fuck, it was hot. “Come on, Y/N, we both know you don’t worship god. You like to worship me when you’re on your hands and knees, waiting to be fucked like a good girl.” He whispered in your ear, using that soft but husky voice you liked. Why’d he have to say your name? Why couldn’t he have kept his stupid mouth shut? “That’s in the past. I’m never going to stoop to a level so low ever again.” Grabbing your bag, you placed a $20 bill on the bar top, paying for you and your friend’s drink. You pushed by Jungkook and made your way to the exit. The air outside was refreshing, something you craved after being stuck in there with Jungkook and his sweet smelling cologne. When you were walking away, your name was called, but you knew it was him. You weren’t gonna answer this time. Not now, not ever again.

Taglist: @talyaaas-blog

[artdcnaldson]

OH! :o

patrick dressed as ghostface... but for halloween? at a frat party? youre dressed as something sweet? a kitty cat or maybe a mouse? innocent little prey? he follows you when you walk down a hallway away from the party? you intentionally lead him into a random room? you dont even know for sure who is under the mask? but when hes suddenly pinning you against the wall and whispering in your ear to not scream, be a good girl and keep quiet, it doesnt really matter that you dont recognize the voice? its a sexy voice, and he has big hands, and the mystery of it all is really getting you? so you let him fuck you in some random room at a frat party? let him fuck your face and call you dirty names in the dark? taunting you for letting some random stranger fuck your little pussy like this? afterwards he almost leaves without even telling you who he is, but you stop him just before he slips away and pull away the mask? stunned to see the hottest guy on the tennis team smirking at you, giving a wink at your stunned expression before slipping back to the party?

ive never even seen scream, but the whole ghostface thing for some reason just gets me. maybe its a mask thing...

-🐞

Ohhhhhhh <3 I luv the scream movies <333 Love slashers and horror comedies <3

God, just the thought of him getting you somewhere alone, somewhere dark and secluded, pinning you against the wall, grinning beneath his mask as you spread your legs for him, let him rip your fishnets, slip his fingers between your thighs, and touch your pretty little pussy. He’s a stranger, but he could be someone you’ve seen over and over before, someone you’ve never met. It sends a thrill for you as he pumps thick fingers in and out of your soaked cunt.

“Knew you’d be fuckin’ easy.” His voice is muffled by the mask only slightly as he speaks, you wish you could feel his breath hot against you. “So fucking wet. You’d let anyone touch you if it meant you’d get your pussy filled.”

It makes you moan, how degrading his words are. How true. You were at the party looking for booze and to get fucked. You would’ve done anything if it meant getting what you want— it just happens that this faceless, nameless stranger is taking care of that need. “Fuck me,” you gasp as he fucks a third finger inside your tight cunt.

“You don’t even know me,” he goads. His thumb rubs at your clit, makes your thighs tremble.

“I don’t care,” you gasp. “Just fuck me.”

You hear the Clint of a belt buckle, the tug of a zipper, the rustle of his costume being lifted. The cheap fabric presses against your back as he kicks your legs farther apart and lines up with your entrance. He thrusts in suddenly, doesn’t give you time to adjust to the sheer size of him. His pace is punishing as he fucks you. All you can do is claw helplessly at the wall as he bullies your poor little cunt.

“That’s it,” he groans. His hands paw at your hips, pulling you back against him, forcing a bend in your waist. Each thrust punches out pathetic moans from your lips, little whining keens. “Take this dick. God, you’re so fucking wet, so tight. You’re so fucking stupid for letting me do this. Just a dumb fucking whore, aren’t you?”

He laughs. His cockhead kisses your cervix again and again and again, so deep you know you’ll ache tomorrow. “God, you get even tighter when I tell you what a slut you are, how fucking stupid. Go on, make that pussy strangle my cock again, that’s it—“

It’s a quick fuck— a meaningless hookup in the backroom of a party. You rub at your clit, try to get close so you can cum before he does. It’s not hard to get there— the entire situation is like a perfect fucking fantasy. You cum faster than you have with anyone before, eyes rolling back, mouth agape.

His hips stutter as he feels your pussy start to squeeze him, as he sees the stupid, cockdrunk expression on your face. It’s not long before he’s burying himself as deep as he can inside your cunt so he can flood you with cum.

He slaps your ass twice as he pulls out, leaving you to adjust your tiny black skirt into place. Your fishnets are visibly ruined, your panties soak with the slow drip of his cum from inside.

“Hey—“ You reach over, pull up his mask. He grins down at you, with pretty eyes and a strong nose and freckles. Black curls hidden beneath the cowl of the costume. “What the fuck? Patrick?”

Patrick Zweig, the asshole who never shuts up in your intro to women’s and gender studies course. Patrick who walks around with his little blonde friend like he owns the campus, which he could probably afford to. Patrick, who you didn’t even think knew you existed. He smirks as he pulls down the mask and slips back into the party.

[5iyoomi]

warnings: incest (biological dad!mattsun), vagina penetration, degradation/praise, spanking, choking, a bit of subspace, infidelity

Matsukawa’s used to dealing with you acting out. He knows you can’t help it, you just want any sort of attention you can get, whether it’s good or bad.

He’ll never really punish you for it, he could never stay mad at his baby, after all, but he makes sure that you know he’s not just letting it slide, either.

Your mom isn't around anymore, walked out the door the minute she caught onto the fact that your relationship constantly toed the line of what should be considered familial.

She could ignore the heated stares you both gave each other from across the room for a while, act like Matsukawa hadn't started giving her the cold shoulder once he finally got a taste of you, but nothing could erase the sight of him fucking you on his dick in their bedroom.

He didn’t care then, though, and he certainly doesn’t care now, because that just meant he had you all to himself.

You don't have to sneak around pretending like you don’t wear those skimpy sleep shorts for him anymore, purposefully bending over in front of him to pick up a spoon you just so happened to drop during dinner.

The signs had always been there, staring at him, begging him to make you cry the way he knew you wanted him to. He’s surprised he hadn’t started sooner, really.

It’s why he has you bent over the bathroom sink now, ignoring you when you tell him that you have to leave soon as he forces you to watch him spread you open in the mirror.

"I bet none of those little boys you run around with can fuck you like this," he coos, running a hand down your spine as you unconsciously arch your back for him.

The grip he has on your hip is near bruising, every deep thrust of his fat cock kissing your cervix and turning your legs into jelly. "Who'd you get all dolled up for this time, sweetheart?"

"N-nobody–" you manage to choke out, lips quivering and nails leaving crescent marks on your palms. He tugs you back up by your neck when you look away, slowing his hips to make sure you feel every inch of him, every throb.

The blissed out expression on your face when he restricts your airflow makes him impossibly harder, so he squeezes tighter, smirking at the drool that drips down the side of your mouth.

"No?" He tilts his head, snaking a hand down to rub at your clit. You nearly yell for him then, short black dress pulled up over your ass and mascara running down your face from him kissing you stupid.

The fishnets you’d put on weren’t helping your case, the large gaps leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Not that he needed to imagine something he sees so often. "And yet you're dressed up like such a slut, it's like you wanted this."

You quickly shake your head, a whimper pulled from you at how he somehow keeps getting deeper. "Uh-uh, I-" you're cut off when he lands a rough smack against your ass, your hips jerking and mouth falling wide open.

"I'm not a slut." You insist, words faltering on the last word as if you’re embarrassed to say it out loud. But he’s got you wrapped right around his finger, drunk on the feeling of his tongue in your mouth and his hands all over you, big and knowing just where to touch to get you wet.

You couldn’t possibly need anybody else.

"Mmn, don't worry baby," he chuckles, drawing back out to the tip before slamming back inside of you. You whine out something about how much it hurts, but you’re moving back on him anytime he slides out.

"Daddy's gonna make sure you're nice and full. Empty that stupid head of yours until you can't think of anyone but me."

"Daddy-"

"Shhh, bein’ so good for me,” he smiles, easing up just the slightest on your neck. You look like such a mess, pussy dripping and tits littered with the hickies he’d left on you last night.

You blink up at him, mindless, and he can tell you’re starting to slip into that mindspace you get in when he’s particularly rough. “Let me take care of you, pretty girl.”

Your bodies so used to him that you visibly relax at that, your voice shaky and eyes glossing over. “W-want you to… inside me-”

He gets what you’re saying even if you can’t say it, so he hums, leaning over your back and going back to that same, rapid pace he had been fucking you with. Your eyes flutter shut, cunt clenching and unclenching around him, but he doesn’t bother with making you open them again.

You feel good, too good, and he’s groaning when he cums, pushing as far into you as he can and stilling while he makes good on his promise.

Your orgasm follows his, your thighs shaking and tears welling up in your eyes. You’d fall if he wasn’t holding you up, murmuring sweet praises into your hair before carefully pulling out.

He turns you around to kiss you, fingers lightly gripping your chin and his thumb coming up to wipe the makeup and tears away from your cheeks.

You kiss him back with as much fervor despite your clear tiredness, pouting when he pulls away, leaving behind a small string of saliva.

“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.”

[leakyweep]

Be Home Soon - Crocodile x afab!Reader

MINORS DNI

A/N: Well hello there 😌 I hope you all remember the poll from about a month ago (maybe longer)? Here’s your result! I love me some good old sand daddy. I hope you all enjoy as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Word count: 0.9k

Warnings: Phone sex, masturbation (m and f), use of nicknames (my desert flower/my flower), squirting

“I could tell you miss me.” His gruff voice reverberated through the speaker, your heart beat picking up, hands traveling over your body sensually. You had teased him all day, after all - sending him those naughty pictures of you posed on his desk, nothing but fishnets gracing your legs, touching yourself on top of his papers.

Having a home office was something you had never found a use in - as he just kept unimportant documents in it - but suddenly, alone and needy during his absence, a wicked idea had crossed your mind. You knew later you’d reap what you sowed, but right now, the adrenaline was just what you needed.”Yes, sir. Miss you so much,” you confirmed, fingers now playing with your hardening buds to his response, a grunt followed by a rustling.

“Tell me how much you missed me, desert flower,” his voice was laced in debauchery, that pretty noise left his throat- the one that told you he had just touched himself after freeing his hardness from his slacks. You imagined the way he was running his fist over the skin, stopping just at the end of the tip and his thumb teasing his slit.

“Well, s-sir,” you started, clit throbbing, being teased with your nails through the fabric of your underwear, “I sat on your desk and touched myself, and I kind of made a mess but it’ll get cleaned. I thought about your fingers inside me, fucking me like you do so good…” your voice was silky like velvet, words sending electricity through the man’s nerves to his cock, which was being choked quickly in his ringed hand.

“You won’t have to wait for me much longer, darling,” his sweet promise sent a shiver down your spine, lifting the baby hairs on the back of your neck. A pitiful gasp through the speaker and the man knew you had slipped your fingers past your underwear, teasing your needy cunt to his deep voice. The timber had always lit a fire in you, his words loving but resounding and menacing as he rasped them in your ear everytime he took you in any position. He always wanted you to hear him surround you in mind, body, and soul during your ardery, wanting to smother you with everything he had in order to make you squirm below him.

“Do you promise, Sir Crocodile?” You asked, a frustrated sigh leaving your lips, causing the man to huff indifferently, “You said that last time and didn’t have your dick inside me until three weeks later.”

Your filthy and merciless vocabulary always lit something different in him, and he felt his balls twitch at the unabashed words. “I promise, flower. I’ll be back in a week, and I’ll bend you whatever surface you’d like. I’ll take care of that little cunt, don’t worry. Right now, just focus on my voice while you touch yourself.”

His instructions pulled a whine from the back of your throat, digits teasing your entrance timidly. When you pushed two of your fingers in, your mewl of his name rang through his speaker, his head tipping back in turn.

He could see your face contrast in pleasure– the way your pupils blew with desire when he filled your core with his own thick fingers, the hot breaths that were now encircling his eardrums, like his favorite melody. He encouraged you as he began to relish in the wet sounds from his den den and his own crotch. His large hand was engulfing his throbbing length harshly now, unable to harbor the strangled noises emanating from his throat.

“Oh, how I wish this was your cunt, my flower,” he grunted, beginning to rut his hips into his fist quickly, his precum making great lube, “I can’t wait to fill you up so nice and good, have you bounce on my cock so dutifully as you do.”

Your pussy was making depraved noises from between your legs, but even Crocodile could hear the soft, squishy sounds from the speaker. “Pleease sir~ Please hurry and come home~” Your begging was getting more whiny the longer you shoved your fingers into your g-spot, focusing on the deep reverb of your partner’s voice to bring you to your climax. “I-I”ll do anything to show you how much I’ve missed you.”

“Anything?” An eyebrow quirked, and his smirk contorted as his eyebrows furrowed. He’d been imagining taking you from behind on his balcony, in the early hours of the morning when the first rays of morning were shining through the violet streaks of the previous night. He wanted nothing more than to show the world just who you belonged to, to place his hook around your throat and pull you towards him, raking his teeth down your neck as he slowly slid in and out of you, making sure you could feel everything he had to give you.

“A-Anything, Sir!” You gasped, your pussy spasming wildly around your fingers. You had pinched your clit in just the right way as you pressed into your sweet spot, your cunt squirting its sweetness all over the mahogany wood of Crocodile’s chair.

As soon as he heard that sweet mewl, he unraveled into his fist, groaning your name into the hot air of his cabin. His arousal spurts made a mess of his hand, and he cursed it all for you not being there to clean him off.

In the blissful silence that followed, you both caught your breath, falling back to earth after the intense orgasm that led you both reeling and missing each other even more than before. “I’ll make sure this ship gets home as soon as possible, my flower. I need to take care of your needy cunt sooner rather than later, it seems.”

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

33 and 128 caught my attention!

The cameras were rolling, and as usual, you & Eddie pretended they weren’t there.

The subject of this film was one you’d been excited for, and from the way Eddie talked, he was pretty pumped himself. You both discussed it at length before filming went underway, making sure you were both comfortable with the subject matter. It wasn’t awful, but it was something you always had issue with in your real life. Jealousy was always so ugly to you, and anything that led to sex after always made you feel odd, but this was Eddie. The two of you had become somewhat of a package deal in the industry after your first few films, with a demand for more almost immediately. You both had become a hot ticket among adult film connoisseurs, and of course the industry was going to capitalize on that every chance they could. Eddie was a sweetheart, and you always knew you would be in good hands with him; it’s why you were more excited than wary. 

This film began with you, playing the role as a friend with benefits to Eddie, getting ready to leave the house for a night out. You were wearing an extremely tight cropped top with no bra, tight short shorts, fishnets, heels, and had your hair & makeup done in typical porn star fashion. You walked downstairs, pretending to be happy as you did so. You then walked into the living room, where Eddie was waiting for you as he read a book. He looked up from what he was reading, taking his reading glasses off with a look of disgust on his face. He glanced you up and down, twisting his mouth as he did so, before meeting your eyes. 

“You’re not going out dressed like that,” he said simply. 

“Excuse me?” you said, looking down at your outfit. “I don’t think you can tell me what to do.”

“I can and I did,” Eddie said, standing up and walking over to you. “You’ll have guys hitting on you at every turn if you go out like that.”

“So what?” you asked. “Maybe that’s what I want. Did you ever think of that?”

“Why would you want that?” Eddie asked, tilting his head slightly. “You want men to drool over you and throw themselves at you?”

“You’re not my boyfriend, so I don’t get why you give a shit,” you said.

“I don’t want something bad to happen to you!” he exclaimed. “Is that such a crime?!”

“No, I think you’re just jealous over the thought of it,” you said with a shrug. “You don’t want others hitting on me, because I might like it and then you’ll lose me.”

“Bullshit,” Eddie said.

“Tell me,” you said, moving closer to him and running your fingers down his chest. “Would you rather I go out like this, or stay in? I’ll bet your dick is so hard right now, seeing me in this outfit. Bet you wanna rip it off of me, maybe watch my tits bounce under the shirt as I ride your big, thick cock. I’ll bet you wanna bury your face in my tits as I do it, but first, you want me to glide my pussy along your face and get myself off. Or maybe you want me to touch myself for you before you slap my hand away, tugging my wet cunt right against your face so that you can finish me. Is that it? You’re afraid someone else will get that, aren’t you?”

Eddie swallowed thickly, exhaling shakily before he spoke. “Fuck….I do want all of that. But I won’t be as easy on you as you think I’m going to be.”

“Oh yeah?” you asked, palming his forming erection through his pants as the camera got a close up of the action. “And what is it you’re planning on doing to me?”

“You were going to go out dressed up like a common whore,” he said, groaning as you continued stroking him through his pants. “You need to be punished for that.”

“Mmm, yeah?” you ask, unbuttoning his jeans. “And how would you do that?”

“I would bend you over and spank your ass raw,” Eddie said. “Until you were red and begging me to stop. After that, I would edge you over and over, bringing you to the brink of cumming, but never letting you do it. I would finger that needy pussy of yours, then eat you out until you were screaming, then use a vibrator against your pretty clit until you were shaking and begging me to let you cum, and I still wouldn’t let you. Maybe the longer I edge you, the more you’ll be eager to cum, and the more you’ll beg. The more you beg, the more I’ll just want to edge you. Maybe you won’t cum at all tonight, and if you do, you’ll be so fucking pent up that you’ll squirt all over me and make the biggest goddamn mess. I know how much you love being filled up with my giant dick, baby. Know how deep you fucking love to feel it; I know you won’t be able to resist cumming for long.” 

You whimpered, squeezing your eyes closed as you imagined all of that. When you opened them, he was watching you with a smirk on his lips. “What are you waiting for, then? If you wanna claim me, then fucking claim me. Don’t be a pussy about it.” 

“A pussy, huh?” he asked, grabbing your throat and pulling you closer. “Let’s get one thing perfectly fucking clear here, baby; I’m anything but a pussy.”

“Hm, I think you should prove it,” you said, squeezing his dick. “Because so far with you, all I’ve seen is all bark and no bite.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, his hands moving from your neck to caress up your sides. “You’re just a slut, aren’t you? Wanting it so hard and so rough, and not caring from who?”

“Guilty,” you said, moaning as he kneaded your tits under the tight top. 

“Your nipples are so hard already,” he said, pinching them between his fingers as you mewled. “I’ll bet you’re so wet for me right now, aren’t you?”

“Why don’t you see for yourself, pussy?” you asked. “You have two hands; take my shorts off and have a look.”

“You have a sassy, smart ass mouth, don’t you?” Eddie asked, doing as you told him as he also slipped your panties off. The camera got a close up of your pussy, as he ran two fingers through it. “Just as I suspected. Already so goddamn wet, and I’ve barely even touched you. Do you know what I can’t wait for?”

“What?” you asked, moaning as he swirled two fingers around your entrance. 

“I can’t wait to see you crying from pleasure when you impale yourself on my cock,” he said. “Taking every goddamn inch inside of that tight, soaking pussy. It always hurts, but it hurts so good, doesn’t it?”

“Mmm hmm,” you whimper, eyes fluttering as he rubbed his thumb against your clit. “It always feels so fucking good, and I always want more even after we’re done.”

“I knew it,” he said, dropping to his knees as he spun you around to face the couch. “Want you to do something for me.”

“Which is?”

“Bend over and spread your legs. I want to eat you out from behind, and I want you to rub yourself all over my face as I do it.” 

You smirk, doing as you were told. “Don’t go easy on me.” 

“Oh, trust me,” he said, pushing his fingers inside of you. “I won’t.”

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[foxilayde]

22. “Look how good you take it.”

26. “Faster! Please, let me come!”

73. “God, you love it like this, don’t you?”

with sub cecil i beg of you🧎🏼

Well since you begged 😈

26. “Faster! Please, let me come!”

[Cecil Dennis x Fem Reader]

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: 18+ only smut. Sub Cecil.

“Baby. Oh fuck. You’re so hot right now.” Cecil bites his bottom lip and gulps heartily, adjusting himself as best he can against the restraints that you’ve locked his wrists into on the headboard.

You’re not sure if he’s referring to the feather in your hand that you’re using to tickle him hard or if he’s remarking on how hot your black vinyl outfit looks on you, pushing up your cleavage in the intimidating corset, complete with black fishnets and thigh high patent leather boots, or if its a combination of the two sights.

You’ve never put him in this position before, tied up, buck naked, laying flat on the bed, splayed in such a vulnerable fashion. It’s not like he needs the handcuffs, he’s perfectly happy to follow any order you give him on any given day, but there’s something about the way he jolts and jostles against the handcuffs, the metal clinking against wood, that gives you a self-assured satisfaction at having this pretty boy at your command.

His cock is stiff as can be, undervein pronounced and protruding, he twitches and leaks when you delicately trace the feather up and down his chest, teasing his peaked nipples and fluttering the feather town to tickle his balls.

“Uuuughhh” Cecil cries, bucking his hips into the fluffy tickler, trying with all his might to eek out any kind of friction.

You slap his cheek gently with the feather.

“You want more, desperate boy? Is my feather not enough for you?”

“More. Yeah. Please, more.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want, Cecil?”

Cecil whines out of his nose, his only response is to hump the air again and clang his restraints. You tut your tongue.

“Suit yourself.” You say to him sweetly, placing the handle of the tickler in his mouth like a horse’s bit. His teeth bite around it, eyes going wide and round, watching you intently as you climb onto the bed, running a vinyl gloved finger from his sweaty forehead down to his nose. You pat his cheek. “I’m keeping that in there so you don’t talk back to me, baby.”

You snuggle up to his side, thigh hitching up and over his leg, Cecil hisses and drools against the handle, eyes rolling back into his head when you slide your your stiletto boot clad leg up his thigh and over his groin, pressing your heel lightly into the base of his cock. His whole body shakes and breaks out in goosebumps.

“You like that, don’t you, pretty?”

He’s harder than ever before, you can practically see the pulse of his heartbeat pounding through his cock when you dig your heel in deeper.

“Answer me Cecil.” You pinch and pull one of his nipples in between your gloved fingers.

“Eehhhhpphfff” his reply is wet and nearly unintelligible behind the object between his teeth.

“Good boy.” You run your hand lovingly up and down his chest, making him buck into the heel of your boot.

“More?”

Cecil doesn’t wait for you to force an answer out of him, his neck strains with emphatic nodding and you take great pleasure in getting up and standing on the mattress between his legs. With utmost care you brace your hand against the ceiling for balance and toe the tip of his cock with your the bottom of your boot, letting Cecil lift his hips up into the sole of it, grinding himself pathetically between his lower abdomen and the black sole. You twist your foot down, causing his hips to drop to the bed and a breathy whine to hiss between his teeth.

“Hold still.” You command. Cecil is a good boy, for now, and doesn’t move his hips, but he does flex his fingers in a subconscious grabby motion. His cheeks are so pink now and you just want to bend down and kiss him on the red patchy flush spreading over his chest and face. He doesn’t buck up any more, you press your foot down firmly, and hold still for a moment before slowly dragging the sole up and down the length of him, occasionally pressing the point of the stiletto to the base of his shaft when the angle is right.

It’s precarious fucking work; balancing on one stiletto booted leg and jerking off your lover with the other, standing on a mattress. Thank god you have a steadying grip on the ceiling.

Cecil moans something indecipherable behind the bit of the handle.

“What’s that, pretty baby, what do you want?”

The phrase is garbled nothingness with his mouth restrained the way it is, and after a few pathetic attempts of his, you decide to practice benevolence and tell him to, “spit it out!”

He spits out the handle and gasps gratefully before whining, “Faster! Please let me come!”

There are fucking tears welling up in Cecil’s eyes and you decide to take pity on your pretty boy, he’s suffered quite enough with your teasing.

You lift your pointed patent black boot off of Cecil’s cock and fold down to your knees between his legs. You extend a shiny gloved hand to Cecil’s mouth. “Spit.” You command.

He breathes brokenly for a few beats, Adam’s apple bobbing— exhausted, before lifting his head and spiting into your palm pitifully.

“Good boy” you smile, he hums at that, letting his head fall back, and when you wrap your hand around his cock, using his own spit to stroke him firmly with the slippery glove, twisting your wrist up and down, Cecil shivers in appreciation.

He’s unrestricted from his vocalizations now, bucking his hips into your grip, profuse adoration spilling out of his lips, “thank you thank you thankyou ohh fuck ahhh ahhhhh!” When Cecil cums, you point his tip towards his chest, creamy white ropes spurt onto his abdomen. You squeeze him from base to tip in your slick gloved fingers, forcing every last drop out of his weeping head.

He shivers in relief, panting out of his pretty lips, eyes going dumb and blinking heavily at you, watching with dumb sated curiosity as you spread his slick semen all over his belly with your gloved hand. He knows what’s coming when you bring your fingers to his mouth, his chin already tipped open in anticipation. He sucks and licks your glove clean, clanking against his restraints once more when he attempts to follow your hand with and eyes-closed sucking motion like a baby searching for a nipple.

“You’re such a good boy, Cecil.”

He grins almost drunkenly, going slack against the restraints, a little streak of his own cum on his chin, “I’m your good boy.”

[baka-bakeneko]

Luxurious - River Ward x Fem! V Reader

when we touch, it turns to gold

synopsis: V, undercover as a joytoy, gets her first client.

tags: Minors DNI, NSFW, sex work, Dom River Ward, established relationship, undercover work, roleplay, quickie, dry humping, oral sex (reciprocation), cockwarming, breeding kink (bc ofc there is), aftercare-ish ?, gold chain go feral go stupid

wc: 2.29 k

a/n: i'm like that weird chihuahua meme that looks like it's screaming into a pillow when i see this man, i need him carnally, i am totally normal abt this dude

You stood on the corner, in front of one of the sex shops on Jig-Jig street. Propping a heel up on the sidewalk curb, you adjusted your fishnet over your thigh before dusting off your heel of dirt.

While you kept your eyes up on the street, you attempted to busy yourself with fixing your skirt higher until you felt a breeze along the tops of your thighs.

You leaned back against the shop, keeping your arms open to seem more approachable. Eyes scanning the area, you whistled out a few vague enticing prompts to possible buyers.

A single man slowly strolled down the street, his jacket sitting high on his thick shoulders. He walked towards you when he whistled, his gold chain laying against his beautiful dark tawny skin.

You straightened up, meeting the man's beautiful dark eye and orbital inlay. Your hand rested to his chest, roamed up and under his fur-lined jacket.

"I can rock your world, baby," you said with a smile, tilting your chin up to gain the man's stature before you.

"Oh yeah?" He asked, his voice a type of warmth like a morning cup of coffee. You wanted to hear him speak more, wanted him to melt your insides.

"Come on," you nodded in the direction of the joytoy hotel, your hand sliding down to grab his. "I'll take you straight to heaven."

You led the way, pulling the strap of your top back up your shoulder without a falter. On your other shoulder, you held yours and the man's joined hands and led him through the neon street and into the building.

When the two of you were inside, he stepped closer. "You been good out here?"

You glanced over your shoulder. "Course, baby. I'm always good on Jig-Jig."

The man gulped, following you up the stairs and into one of the empty rooms. You glanced over your shoulders in both directions down the hallway then pulled the man into the dimly lit, red-blue room.

The pneumatic door slid shut behind him and you locked it with a hand swipe. Standing close to the man, you looked up at him from behind your lashes.

Your fingers teased along his stomach, wanting to brace his toned body in your hold. He bent, meeting your eye level as his hands slipped around your knees.

"Hold onto me," he muttered. You quickly wrapped your arms around his thick neck, steadying yourself as he picked you up and carried you to bed.

The two of you held gaze, your eyes never breaking away while you admired the soft complexities of his face. Your hands roamed up the back of his neck, admired his buzzed nape and then his shaved head.

He tossed you onto the bed, letting your legs fall open over the edge of the bed. His brows raised, his head tilting to glance up the hem of your neon skirt.

"You wanna take a peek?" you teased, pinching at the middle of your mini skirt and pulling it further to reveal your bare cunt.

The man hissed in between his teeth, taking his bottom lip between his teeth afterwards. "You don't wear panties on the street?"

He stepped between your knees, spreading your legs further and bending to touch his thumb between your thighs. You sighed at his touch, the petting of his rough thumb along your seam.

"Don't wear them ever. Too much hassle," you offered, edging your thighs further apart to allow the man to touch you further.

"Show me those tits, baby," he said, his voice hoarse with a unspoken need.

You pouted, whining in your throat as you peeled your crop top up for your breasts to pop into view. The man groaned at the sight, his free hand reaching to knead at your breast.

"Fuck," he whispered down at you, squeezing your breast then dragging his hand down your stomach.

You righted yourself up on your elbows, meeting the man's eyes as he played with your nipple tenderly. At the same time, his thumb pressed harder at your seam, parting your lips and touching your clit.

You blinked hard, trying to keep the man's eyeline. Your chest rose with billowing breaths, trying to not get excited.

"Ri--" you attemped his name on your lips but he brought his finger up to your lips. He rested his index against them, offering a soft shush to you.

"Stay in the zone, baby," he retorted with a coy grin. He returned his hand to your tit and squeezed again then pulled back all together.

You sat up further, groaning as his hands slipped down to your knees. He knelt between your legs and dove into your cunt, lapping at your seam and eating you like a man starved.

You writhed on the bed, trying to lift your hips with your hands reaching out to grab onto the man. His hands reached for yours, twining your fingers together and locking you onto his mouth.

Your legs lifted from the bed, your toes curling inside of your heels. The shoes buckled against the man's shoulders, your platforms bracing his chest before draping over his back.

"Sir," you managed to say, unsure what else to call him besides his name.

The man growled against your cunt, pulling back with a gluttonous glare. "I like that."

You met his eyes, feeling yourself turn into a meal for this man. He unlatched your hands, standing up to shrug off his jacket and tossing it onto the bed.

"I want you to suck my cock," he metered out. The order wormed through your body, an obedient pull bringing you to sit up before the towering man.

"Yes sir," you responded, peeling your top off. You eagerly stared up at him, nerves alive by the look he gave back.

You spread your knees under you, letting your pussy touch the sheets of the bed. The man raised his chin, withholding his excitement while his hands coldly undid his belt and shoved his pants down an inch to free his cock.

It bounced before your face, coming to attention before your lips and making your mouth water. You unfurled your tongue, tempted a lick to his piss slit and watched as his shoulders shuddered.

You hummed in delight, your hand reaching to touch the exposed skin between his top and his pants. His skin was hot as you leaned in, pushing his cock between your parted lips to brace him.

His taste was clean, the dullest tinge of salt as he slipped over your tongue. Your chest heaved, your hips shifting to gain the traction as you got wetter from the action.

The man groaned, his neck elongating as his hands fisted at his sides. You wanted him to touch you, but admired his steel resolve to not embrace and dominate your mouth.

Your other hand braced the base of his shaft, holding it steady while you pushed him further to the point of your eyes watering. Your throat clasped at the intrusion but you continued, homing his cock until your nose was pressed to his clean-shaved pubic bone.

With a glance down at you, the man's shoulders shook in anticipation. He warred within himself, a hand caressing your hollowed cheek while the other clenched hard enough to flex his forearm.

"You take me in so well, baby," he managed, his throat fighting a strained growl.

You shifted, growing wetter by the second, and began to push him in and out of your mouth. Every thrust into your throat brought another pitiful, delicious sound from the man.

Your hand on his skin turned to nails, raking them up and down his stomach while he hissed between his teeth. His pre-cum trickled down your throat, dotting your saliva with another tinge of salt.

"Keep going," he gruffed, his shoulders rolling forward in a predatory nature.

You pulled him out of your mouth, smacked his tip against your tongue while you kept his gaze. The man's lazy lids lifted in new excitement, a gulp dotting the silence of your actions.

You returned him between your lips, bobbing over his cock until the man seethed and pulled you off of him.

"On your hands and knees," he ordered, reaching for the back of his shirt and pulling it over his head.

He tossed it in the same pile as his jacket, watching as you turned around before him and raised up on your knees. You tilted your hips in a circle, presenting the mess he'd created by throat-fucking you.

The man grabbed at your thighs, his thumbs pressing into the creases of your ass, and pulled you back towards his cock. He clambered over you, bracing a hand over your mouth to silence the shriekd you gave when he pushed into you.

He was hot, paving into you, with his skin rubbing against yours intoxicatingly. The man's chest braced your back, flattening you to the bed with your trembling knees folding.

He groaned into the back of your neck, catching his breath at the throbbing heat around his cock.

"Fuck, you feel so good." He praised softly, stashing a whimper in your shoulder. "Do I feel good to you?"

You nodded, your brows furrowed with your eyes fighting to station back from your lids. You canted your hips up to gain friction, but his hand at your thigh squeezed.

He soothed you with a few shushes. "Just a minute."

The man edged his hips up, his cock pressed to your further sensitive walls. You whimpered behind his hand, flexing yourself around his cock to gain more effort.

"Baby, baby, baby," the man tsked, his mouth finding your ear. "Relax, enjoy the feeling, not the destination."

You tilted in the direction of his beautiful voice, shutting your eyes to enjoy the vibrations that rattled through your neck.

"Fuck me, baby. Please." You drew out pitifully, your hands catching onto his wrists.

"As my good girl wants," he said, planting his knees on the bed and immediately rutting further into you.

The man peeled off of your back, planting himself over your thighs as he fucked between your pressed thighs and into you. Your stomach bowed into the mattress, your knees wobbling against the sheets while you rubbed your clit on the bed.

You grasped harder at the man's hands, trying to slow him down but instantly crumbling and cumming on his cock. The man barely faltered, his hips rolling slower through the constriction of your walls.

He returned to his pace when you were lax, driving further. Your walls twitched in sensitivity, your cunt quivering and full by his cock.

The man shook your hands from his, bracing his fists under your arms to gain a new speed. He curled over you, a large beef unit, and started humping with a new animal ferocity.

Ferally, he slapped his hips to your ass, his eyes glued to the sight of your skirt now a belt along the small of your back. The slapping of your skin together created a cacophany throughout the hotel room, the only other sound to mesh with the man's grunts and your whimpers.

He thrusted harder, pausing with each slap to earn more of your vice grip. Your cunt reacted with more squeezes, reaching a second peak as the man finally came inside you.

You moaned into his palm, feeling your spittle string against your top and bottom lip. You were done playing this game, you were tired of pretending a stranger could do this to you.

"River," you gasped behind his hand, heaving against his rough palm as his beautiful body flattened over yours again.

He breathed out pointedly, moaned against your skin and let you house his gorgeous vibrations. River kissed at your shoulder, listlessly rutting into you after cumming.

"Get pregnant, get pregnant," he chanted, his undomesticated thoughts starved to claim you.

It was vulgar, sending ripples of cold down your back. You wanted it from him in that instant, for him to mark you though you both knew there was no one else.

Finally, River ceased his hips smushed against your ass. Letting his cock rest inside you until his twitching balls were empty.

He pulled out, inch by inch, trying to keep as much of his essence inside you. River kissed at the back of your neck then moved off of you, rolling onto his back next to you on the bed.

You collapsed to his chest, resting your head over his heart. Staring up at him, you admired the soft gleam on his skin, the sweat that slicked over him.

"You doing okay, baby?" River asked, resting his arm over your back.

He circled his fingers along your shoulder, admiring the softness of your skin. He tilted his chin in to stare down at you, dreamily ingesting all your features from sexy to natural beauty.

You nodded gently on his chest, shutting your eyes for a moment before opening them again.

"Are you ready to come home?" he asked, his hand reaching up to draw a strand of your hair back from your face.

You smiled at River, tilting your head to kiss his chest. "Almost. Give me one more night to get info."

River hummed, shutting his eyes for a long moment. You reached to toy with River's gold chain; it against his gorgeous golden brown skin was more than infatuating, it was tempting and enticing to be all over him again.

You wanted all of his kisses, every single inch of his skin. The thought of draping yourself over River at all times felt right.

River sat up further and kissed at your forehead. "You're doing great out here. Such a sexy little spy."

-----

i....think i'm done for a while tbh. i am so out of my wits rn that i can barely find the joy i had when i started writing...so if you see me start reblogging regular shit again, that's why

[make-your-own-evil]

Okay hear me out. Dork squad with a tall (7ft) goth women, who sometimes dresses like morticia Addams when she's feeling yk hot. And a plus she's kinda got big tibbies. Tha is in advance ❤❤❤

okay major lady dimitrescu vibes 👀👀

also im going to do this for the animated series dork squad. i hope you dont mind!

edit: i forgot to mention the tibbies im so sorry 😭

BTAS! Dork Squad x Tall!Goth!Fem!S/O

Riddler:

this man is flustered by the presence of cute girls, so with a very goth mommy-esque girlfriend he wont be able to FUNCTION

he is a fairly tall guy so the fact that he has to look up to her is a very foreign concept for him. could she perhaps be his bodyguard, too?

should he be intimidated? should he be horny? why not both??

he could probably get REALLY into seeing his girl all dressed in fishnets and the bodycon black dress.

its not like he hasnt been seen with girls in fishnets or anything 👀

this relationship would be the epitome of nerdy gamer boyfriend and thick goth girlfriend

he buys her new clothes for her to ahem...try on for him

also the relationship would be a giant ego boost for him (not like he needed one anyways)

Scarecrow:

ohhh ho ho... yes

shes this mans new muse. and how you can have a muse for his kind of work is a mystery to everyone but them

hes also a tall guy so the way his heart skips when his taller goth gf looks down at him is very addicting

absolutely salivating and short circuiting when she gets dressed up in her tight black dresses.

also i want to point out that its canon that the scarecrow in "happy halloween scooby doo" is a huge elvira fan and i wouldnt be surprised if this one is too

she is his elvira, vampira, lily munster, morticia addams and bride of frankenstein! hes dating a freak just like him!

hes bending over backwards making her dresses out of burlap, getting her anything and everything she wants and desires

another nerdy bf and goth gf duo but theyre both spooky! 🖤

Mad Hatter:

nothing to see here! just a tiny silly man and his tall hot goth girlfriend

who needs an alice when you can have a morticia?

its not totally dissimilar to roger and jessica rabbit. the only difference being that shes goth and hes a psychotic criminal

he is almost the perfect gomez addams. he may not be suave and goth himself, but he will dote on her until the end of time! anything she wants she gets

its a very cute but odd relationship. queue people turning and scratching their heads while they walk by.

4'11ft dorky dude dressed as the mad hatter staring lovingly up at his 7ft goth mommy girlfriend in a tight as hell black dress

on a general note, after the sting of rejection from the whole 'alice' thing i doubt that he thought he would ever find love. so this for him would be huge. and this is even bETTER

okay but wouldnt it be so cute for him to have the black lipstick kiss stains on his red blushing face aaaaaaa

[valiantstarlights]

[Dreamling Week Day 3: Curiosity (killed the cat)] An All-Consuming Kind of Love

This fic is very much within dead dove territory, so please read the CWs and proceed with caution. But if you enjoy that kind of thing, may I shamelessly ask for incoherent yelling in your tags? Please? 🖤

CW: oh wow where do I start 😂 Student!Dream highkey seducing Professor!Hob, Hob cheating on his girlfriend Eleanor with Dream, marathon sex...everywhere, Dark!Dream, drugging someone's food, blackmail, death(?) threats, dubcon, feminization, and equally unhinged!Hob.

If anyone needs assurance after reading those tags, then rest assured that Dream and Hob will end up together and they'll live happily ever after.

The thing is, Dream Endless isn't even Hob's student. He's only sitting in for his sister, Delirium, the one who is actually enrolled in Hob's course, because she had to go to rehab.

The first time Dream showed up, he was dressed in black from head to toe, and stared at Hob so intensely that after class, Hob had to check in the bathroom to see if he had something stuck in his teeth or, god forbid, if his fly was open.

And after that day, well.

Dream still dressed in black, but his style has...branched out. The first time Hob notices the mesh shirt instead of the usual black t-shirt, it took him a second too long to tear his gaze away, and Dream had smirked. His gaze, if possible, became even more intense after that.

And then he started wearing skirts. Plaid black and grey ones that Hob should not be salivating over, especially when Dream crosses his legs.

And after that, the skirt came with fishnet stockings and high heels. Just, full-on embracing slutty schoolgirl core, or whatever the kids are calling it these days.

(Hob isn't that old. He's just 34, and his students are no more than a decade younger than him.)

No one reprimands Dream because apparently, his skirt's length is long enough to pass inspection, and there's no rule against wearing fishnet stockings or heels.

(The people doing the inspection doesn't know that Dream would often roll his skirts up until the hem would fall barely past his mid-thigh.)

Hob supposes that he should count himself lucky that Dream's tops became more conservative when he started wearing skirts. If he had paired his mesh shirt with the skirts, it would have been all over for Hob.

Luckily, Dream's tops are mostly composed of simple blouses, often with long sleeves, accessorized with a long red ribbon tied around his neck, like he was a goddamn present waiting to be unwrapped.

Hob tries very hard not to notice it when Dream pulls one end of the ribbon in class and twirls it around his long fingers. He doesn't do it hard enough to untie the ribbon, but it's enough to keep Hob's imagination churning out incredibly vivid images of what he'd like to do to Dream's pale neck.

Hob is trying very hard to be a good person. He has a girlfriend he loves. He's even thinking about proposing to her once he gets promoted.

--

A few weeks before Delirium is set to come back, Hob is running late, and accidentally bumps into a student while going up the stairs.

The student falls forward, and Hob barely catches them from faceplanting into the edges of the stairs. The papers they were holding aren't so lucky, however, and ends up scattering around them in a cascade of paperwork.

Hob curses but bends down and starts helping the student gather up their papers. The student, a step above him, bends down as well to start collecting their things.

"I'm sorry, Professor Gadling," the student says, and Hob looks up because he knows that voice. And sure enough, it's Dream Endless, wearing his slutty schoolgirl outfit.

Hob is just about to say that it's fine, he's the one at fault here, when he sees a sliver of the inside of Dream's blouse, and catches a glimpse of a lacy black bra.

His thoughts come to a standstill. Is Dream...also wearing female undergarments under his clothes? For some reason, the thought never occurred to him before, and the revelation has him gawking like a fool in broad daylight, leading Dream to say, "Are you alright, Professor? You look flushed."

Hob nods and keeps his head low after that, intent on just helping Dream gather his things and handing it to him so they could both get to class.

"Thank you, Professor," Dream says after Hob has given him his things. He's looking up at him through his lashes, even when they're roughly the same height. For some reason, Dream always manages make himself look smaller than Hob.

And, fuck, is he wearing make-up? Or had his lips always been that shade of pink?

Dream smiles when Hob remains transfixed, and starts going up the stairs again.

Hob's big mistake is looking up to follow Dream with his gaze.

Because Dream is wearing a thong under his skirt, and Hob can see the base of an anal plug resting between his ass cheeks.

He swears under his breath, and sure enough, Dream looks back down towards him. "Sir?" he asks, sounding demure and shy and tempting. He cocks his hips to one side and Hob could see how the plug twitched, like Dream just squeezed tight around it.

"I'm fine," Hob says through gritted teeth, and speedwalks his way up the stairs and a couple of corridors to reach the lecture hall.

Dream arrives not long after him and makes sure to sit in the very front row, legs slightly open, eyes dark, daring, wanting, allowing Hob to take a look.

Hob spends the rest of the class behind his desk to hide his erection.

--

Hob can't pinpoint when exactly he admits to himself that he wants to fuck one of his students.

(Again, technically, Dream isn't even his student, but the fact that he's using the word 'technically' already means he knows he's in big trouble.)

Was it when Hob rushed out of the lecture hall the very same day he bumped into Dream on the stairs, his messenger bag placed strategically in front of his crotch area?

He couldn't help it if his thoughts were racing, and his body was quicker than his mind. He couldn't help it if the thought of sliding Dream's thong to the side, removing his plug, and sliding right into his slutty little hole had him locking himself up in a bathroom stall and jerking himself off furiously.

Was it when Dream came to class eating a red lollipop so lasciviously that even a couple of students stared at him in lust? Was it after, when he coldly turned down the Corinthian twins' offer to fuck him?

Was it when Hob was having sex with his girlfriend one night and almost moans out Dream's name when he came?

Or is it today, when Dream is sucking on a popsicle in the quad, in plain sight of Hob's office window? When Dream deepthroats the popsicle while gazing lustfully into Hob's eyes?

Is it when Hob tilts his head just so, beckoning Dream to come to his office? Hob's consultation hours just finished, after all, and he's just about to head home for the weekend.

When did Hob realize that thoughts of Dream have consumed him? He doesn't know.

But perhaps it was on the very first day Dream came to his lecture hall and their eyes met. When Hob thought how cute Dream was and how unfortunate that he was his student. And then delighting, afterwards, when he finds out that Dream isn't his student, at least not officially.

--

Hob pins Dream against the door as soon as he enters his office and fucks his tongue inside Dream's still slightly cold mouth.

"Fucking tease," Hob mutters against Dream's lips, almost ripping his white blouse in his haste to put his mouth on Dream's bra. On Dream's tits.

"Professor Gadling," Dream moans breathily, not even pretending he doesn't want this. One of his long fishnet-clad legs is already hooked around Hob's waist. Fuck. This flexible little minx. Hob wants to see just how far he could bend Dream in half. "We shouldn't--ah, here--"

"Then where do you want me to fuck you, hmm? In my car in the middle of the parking lot? In the apartment I share with my girlfriend?" Hob bites Dream's throat and soothes the skin with his tongue. "Or maybe you want me to fuck you raw in your dorm room. Do you have roommates, baby? Do you want them to watch?"

Dream squirms in his arms, panting, trying to dissuade Hob from stripping him naked. He looks absolutely delectable, and Hob is intent on finally untying that damn red ribbon from his neck and marking him up with his teeth. "I..." Dream licks his lips and runs delicate fingers against Hob's stubble. "My family has a cabin. It's about an hour's drive away. We could--"

"You want me to drive us to your family's fancy cabin for a fuck?" Hob asks and grinds his erection against Dream's, watching in rapt attention how he keens and throws his head back against the door in pleasure. "When I can just take you right here against the door?"

Dream shakes his head. He's blushing so prettily, suddenly so shy, that Hob leans forward and gives him another filthy kiss.

"Professor!" Dream protests, and actually pushes him back a little. Not enough to dislodge Hob's body against his, but enough so they could talk face to face. "I was thinking...maybe...for the whole weekend?"

Oh, fuck.

"You want me to fuck you for an entire weekend?" An eager nod. "In your family's cabin?" Another eager nod, and a hopeful, chaste kiss to his chin. Dream is so fucking sweet and sexy at the same time that Hob doesn't know what to do with him. "Baby, I don't think I can drive like this." He grinds his cock against Dream again, and Dream responds this time by reaching between them and fondling Hob through his slacks.

"It's okay, Professor," Dream says, smiling impishly. "I'll take the edge off for you."

--

Despite Dream torturing Hob with his slutty outfits for what feels like several months already, Dream proves that he can be a very good boy when he wants to.

"You should call your girlfriend, sir," he says, lips slick and red and tempting, Hob's cockhead resting against his lower lip. Hob has already cum in his mouth once, and true to Dream's word, it has taken the edge off. Hob could think more clearly now. "So she wouldn't worry. Tell her you have a conference or something."

Hob chuckles and smears his cum across Dream's lips more. "How considerate of you to think about my girlfriend worrying about me when I'll be spending the entire weekend fucking you."

Dream pouts, not even saying anything in reply to that, and Hob immediately caves.

--

Hob calls Eleanor to tell her about a sudden teacher's conference being held this weekend while Dream warms his cock.

He mouths 'good boy,' to Dream, who blinks coquettishly up at him, but part of Hob thinks he's the good boy in this scenario, just doing what Dream wants him to do.

He doesn't get to say 'I love you,' to Eleanor because when he was about to, Dream sucks him so good that he had to hang up and muffle his groan against his fist.

--

Halfway through the drive, Dream makes Hob stop the car so he could suck his cock again.

Barely a couple of miles after that, Hob stops the car so he could fuck Dream's thighs in the backseat.

--

Once in the cabin, they barely make it to the bed, but make it they do. Hob wants Dream to be comfortable when he takes Hob's cock in his ass. Hob knows he's much larger than average, and he would hate to see Dream in pain.

He's not a total monster. Sure, he may lie to his girlfriend so he could fuck his student's brother for an entire weekend, but he's not going to treat said student's brother badly. He's better than that.

Hob eats Dream out twice before he even enters him, sucks on his nipples until they're red and swollen as they fuck, and finally gets to mark Dream's neck with his teeth.

He fucks Dream's hole until he's gaping and leaking cum because he's unable to clench his hole closed enough to stop the flow. Hob teases him that they should perhaps switch to a larger plug to accommodate his loose pussy, but does no such thing. He likes it when Dream has to concentrate and keep clenching his ass in between rounds so he could keep the plug in place.

All the while Dream begs for more of him. For everything.

And Hob gives it to him.

--

They fuck the entire weekend. On the bed, in the bathroom, against the walls, Dream bent over various furniture, on the rug in front of the fireplace, against the kitchen counters, outside on the front porch, on the hood of Hob's car...

Hob is surprised at himself. He's not that young anymore, but give him one Dream Endless and he feels like he's at the peak of his youth again.

Hob tells himself it's only his desperation making him vigorous. He's only going to get Dream this weekend, and after that, who knows? When Delirium comes back, would Dream still feel the need to sit in on Hob's class, or is this it? Is Dream going to move on to seducing someone else?

No.

Every time Hob thinks that, Dream seducing someone else, another professor, another man, he pushes himself and fucks the boy harder.

Unacceptable. Hob is going to ruin him for everyone else, just like how Dream has been set on ruining him from day one.

--

Dream sometimes says, 'I love you,' to Hob when he's getting fucked so good that his eyes roll up to the back of his skull, but Hob thinks it's just something Dream says without knowing he's saying it. Many people say things during sex that they don't mean.

But when Dream says, "Mine," right after the two of them collapsed in bed after yet another round of fucking, Hob says, "All yours this weekend, yeah."

And Dream says, "Well see."

--

It's Sunday night and Hob is supposed to drive them both back to civilization. Dream has insisted upon dinner before leaving, though, and Hob is loathe to reject him because Dream has been working hard, cooking throughout the day in between their rounds, and Hob knows he's going to miss this.

(Dream has banned him from the kitchen as he cooks. Hob thinks he's adorable but follows his instruction anyway.)

He feels something warm in his heart as he sees the spread of food that Dream has been preparing. Roasted lamb, venison pasties, fruit tarts--all of them Hob's favorite.

('How did he know?' a tiny voice in Hob's mind asks, but is quickly ignored in favor of taking in Dream's shy smile.)

"Did you cook all this from scratch?" Hob asks, awed. Eleanor doesn't cook. It's either Hob cooks for them both or they order in. He doesn't feel bitter about it. It's just the way they are.

"Yes," Dream says simply. "I want to be able to cook well for you."

Oh. Oh. An uncomfortable feeling rises in Hob's stomach.

Dream loves him.

Actually wants to date him.

This is a very bad idea.

"Dream..."

Dream ignores the tone of Hob's voice and sits on one side of the table. Hob belatedly realizes that, although there is a lot of food on the table, the table itself is small enough to be intimate. Like the two of them are on a date. "Let's eat."

--

"Dream," Hob says in-between bites of the really excellent pasties. "You know I have a girlfriend."

"I do," Dream says. "I even asked you to call her, didn't I?"

"And you know that I love her."

A pause. "Sure."

"So this, between us-- You know it can never happen again, right?" Like Hob isn't the one dead set on ruining Dream for any future lover.

Dream shrugs and sips his wine. He has barely eaten, but Hob saw him tasting the food earlier, so he figures Dream made all of this for him, and is just enjoying seeing Hob eat. Hob is the same sometimes, so he cannot fault Dream for having the same habit. "If you say so."

--

Hob wakes due to the early morning sunlight hitting his face directly.

He's confused for a second, because his bedroom in the apartment isn't facing east, before the events of last night came rushing back to him.

The delicious dinner. Dream drinking wine. Feeling increasingly dizzy. Dream rushing towards him so he wouldn't fall to the floor. Passing out with Dream telling him everything's going to be alright.

Hob thought it was strange that Dream wasn't panicking or rushing to grab his phone to call the hospital.

And now, Hob is tied to the bed, naked, arms and legs bound to the bed posts with silk ropes. Gagged. He tries tugging on the ropes to no avail. Whoever tied him up knew what they were doing.

He is alone in the room, but not for long.

Dream enters a few minutes later, probably alerted by the sounds Hob had been making in his bid to escape his bonds, wearing only a short fluffy bathrobe. He's holding Hob's phone in his hands

'Dream!' Hob tries to say. It comes out muffled through the gag.

"Good morning, Professor," Dream says, smiling. He leans over and kisses him on the cheek. "Will you be good for me today?"

'What the fuck are you playing at! Let go of me!'

"That doesn't sound like a 'yes,'" Dream remarks. "Maybe you need a little incentive to cooperate?"

Dream climbs on the bed then, sitting his naked and already lubed-up ass against Hob's member, which did not get the memo and is currently growing thicker despite the predicament Hob is in.

Dream flips over Hob's phone to show him the screen, and Hob sees his 'incentive' to be good.

It's a picture of Dream, curled up naked in his arms, asleep. One of Hob's arms is looped around his body in a possessive hold, and the other is holding the phone up for a selfie. Hob's face isn't shown, but his students would know his chin and neck and hair. Eleanor would know his chest and arms.

Hob's blood runs cold. It was an impossible shot that wouldn't be possible if it's only him and Dream in the cabin, so there must another person who helped Dream carry Hob, arranged the two of them in bed, and took the photo while propping up Hob's arm to make it look like Hob is the one taking it.

Hob remembers the large, muscled, red-haired man he saw once or twice in campus with Dream. At first, he thought it was Dream's boyfriend, but finds out from overhearing a couple of students that the man is one of Dream's brothers. Hob isn't sure who the older brother is between the two.

Dream sits patiently on top of him as he's having these realizations. "Should I send this to your girlfriend, Professor?" he asks, when he sees Hob's eyes focus on him once more. "Or are you going to be good for me?"

Hob nods decisively. He'll say he's gonna be good. But the moment he gets free, he'll grab his phone from Dream, delete the picture--

Dream smiles and grinds down on him a little. His cock twitches and oozes out precome, which Dream scoops up from Hob's lower stomach and licks from his fingers, humming in delight at the taste. "My brother is nearby," he says, pleasant as anything. "If he sees you harming me, you're not even going to make it back to your car. And before you ask, we have already siphoned the gas, and removed the car battery."

Hob feels tears pricking his eyes. What the fuck...who the fuck are these people?

"Do you understand now, Professor?" Dream asks. "I said you're mine. And I'm not in the habit of lying. Or sharing, come to think of it."

Hob nods, timidly this time. How the fuck has this gone so wrong? Was there even a warning sign that Hob should have noticed before it came to this?

Dream smiles and kisses him chastely on the chin. "Good. Now, Professor, I want you to be very, very well-behaved for me..."

--

"Professor Gadling!" Dream squeals, thighs opened wide and shaking, his breath stuttering as Hob fucks him hard from behind. "O-oh gods, please, your cock feels so good!"

"You like this, Dream?" Hob says against his ear, enjoying, despite everything, this sick sadistic play. All he has to do is play along, and he's going to be fine. Everything will go back to normal. He's going to go back to his job, to his girlfriend, and put all this behind him. Maybe he'll request a transfer next semester. Somewhere as far as they could send him. "You like me splitting you open like a whore?"

Dream nods frantically and lets out a high pitched whine. "Y-yes, sir. I love...I love being filled with your cum. I love sitting on your cock all day." He gasps as Hob starts stroking his cock in time with his thrusts. "Professor, please..!"

"Please what, darling? What do you want? Tell me." The endearment slips out of him accidentally, and he feels Dream squeeze him thrice in quick succession as a reward. He curses and pounds him harder. "So fucking tight. Best damn cunt I ever put my cock in."

That line wasn't part of the script.

Dream moans at that unexpected treat and turns his head to the side, begging for a kiss. Hob grants it to him. He fucks Dream's mouth with his tongue and uses his free hand to cup one of Dream's tits. A perfect fucking handful. He twists the nipple and imagines milk squirting out of it. Imagines Dream's milk-heavy tits leaking in class, his eyes filled with tears because he can't wait for the hour to be over so Hob could nurse from him right on his desk. Imagines Dream pushing him down on the desk so he can ride him after Hob drinks his fill. Imagines him pushing aside his lacy panties and holding his skirt up as Hob fucks up into him, giving him his daily dose of cum.

"Gonna breed you, baby," Hob says. People say things they don't mean during sex. It's perfectly normal. "Not gonna let you out of this damn bed until you're round with my cum, and then I'm gonna marry you so you can be my slut forever."

Dream shrieks and cums at his words, and as Hob continues railing him to overstimulation, he gasps out, "Yes, yes, please sir--want you to marry me--I'm yours, just yours--ah--"

Hob pushes in deep and cums inside again, moaning Dream's name out loud, then peppers his sweet boy's tear-streaked face and pale neck with fervent little kisses.

Maybe he's just as fucked up as Dream is, and maybe he always has been.

--

There is a red light blinking in the corner of the room, recording.

Only one of the room's current occupants know that it's there.

--

To: Eleanor

I'm with someone else now, and he's better than you ever were. I love him and we just got married. I'll send someone to get my things.

--

Hob sends that message himself, but he sends a different photo than the one Dream threatened to send. It's of Dream wearing all white lingerie. Bralette, lacy panties, garter belt, stockings--the entire thing, but he's also wearing a beautiful wedding veil, and he's holding a bouquet of white roses. He's kneeling in bed and is splattered with Hob's cum from forehead to groin, looking incandescently happy, smiling up at the camera with eyes full of love.

Hob turns off his phone and throws it to the side, intending on going back to bed to ruin his baby boy even more.

Dream welcomes him with open arms, smile shy but looking so goddamn happy.

"You're all mine now, aren't you, baby?" Hob asks, pushing his husband back on the bed and spreading his legs so Hob could see the mess he made earlier. He grips one cheek and watches as a dollop of cum oozes out of Dream's hole and onto the bedsheets.

Dream leans up and kisses him, winding his long stockinged legs around Hob's waist and welcoming Hob's cock back into his fucked out hole once more. They are surrounded by white rose petals from the bouquet. Dream must have plucked and scattered them throughout their marriage bed while Hob was sending his last message to Eleanor. Always so fucking romantic. Hob can't wait to reward Dream for being so good to him.

"All yours forever, Professor Gadling."